Chapter 36

thirty-six

KITANIA

“I need you inside me, Marco.” I’d never been so sure about something in my entire life.

He groaned, dropping his head to the crux of my neck and inhaling deeply. “Tempting me to sin, Angel?”

“Nothing that feels this good could ever be wrong.”

Everything with my mates differed from my past experiences, and I was quickly becoming addicted to this new pleasure I’d unlocked. Being on top, asking for sex, knowing these men would stop if I uttered something that even vaguely resembled the word ‘no’, gave me such a sense of control and confidence. Each time they touched me, I reclaimed a piece of myself that had been stolen. I wasn’t scared in their arms, and I wanted, more than anything, to have these moments with them, to grow closer, to embrace being their Omega in every way possible.

We hadn’t talked about claiming bites and bonding yet, but I thought about it constantly. These men had become such a part of my life, I couldn’t imagine being without them now.

But God, was it terrifying, standing at that precipice, hoping that if I took the leap, everything would be okay.

Leaning in, I kissed Marco, putting every vulnerable thing I felt behind it. He hummed under my lips, devouring me in equal measure. I was half delirious from the way his fingers moved inside me. The slow, curling drag before he thrust them back in, driving me mad. My entire body tingled, feeling sparkly and light.

“You deserve to be laid out on rose petals across my bed. Not fucked hard, fast, and dirty on the back of my bike.”

Dear baby Jesus!

A bolt of electricity zinged through me, adding to that effervescent feeling and making my pussy clench around his fingers.

But he was right. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought about having sex outside, where anyone could happen by, let alone on a motorcycle. And yet, everything about this moment was oddly perfect.

“I don’t care about rose petals,” I promised, surprised by how husky and needy I sounded. “I just want you. Here. Now.”

Marco’s eyes darkened, and a low purr rumbled to life in his chest. His fingers moved faster, harder, causing my lips to part in a silent, airy cry.

“You’re sure?” he questioned, voice strained with barely contained lust.

I nodded, unable to form words as his thumb brushed against my clit, adding more sensation to my sensitive pussy.

The leather of his jacket creaked when he shifted, and I heard the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

“You’re absolutely positive, Angel?” Marco double-checked, though I could tell his control was hanging by a thread.

A very thin, rapidly fraying thread.

Instead of answering, I lifted my hips, positioning myself over him. He held completely still, letting me make this decision. I could feel the heat of him, the hard tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. With a breath, I sank down, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch.

His hands went to my ass, and his fingers flexed, dimpling my flesh. “Fuuuuuuckin’ hell.”

I felt like a goddess as I watched his eyes roll into his head, and I understood completely.

The sensation of Marco filling me was overwhelming. I gasped, my body trembling as it adjusted to his size. His grip tightened, steadying me as I settled fully onto him, his knot bumping my opening.

“Are you alright?” he rasped.

He was being so careful with me, and after everything I’d been through, I appreciated his thoughtfulness. But right now, I just wanted to feel .

“I’m so good. I promise.” To prove my point, I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a low groan from him. The friction sent sparks of electricity through my body. I repeated the motion, reveling in the way his hips jolted, his knot throbbing so hard I could feel it straining against my entrance. It was already swelling, not to its full size, but enough to add delicious pressure every time I ground against it.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, losing the honeyed smoothness as his words went gritty at the edges. “Take what you need.”

Emboldened, I began to move in earnest. Marco felt incredible—long and thick, stretching me in the best ways.

“Goddamn, Angel,” he murmured. “So tight, so perfect.”

He guided me into a slow rhythm, lifting me up and down his length. The angle was just right, hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into the leather of his jacket as the intensity built.

Cool night air kissed my flushed skin, stealing the heat we were creating. The caress of the breeze reminded me that anyone could stumble upon us at any moment. Maybe I was more of a deviant than I’d given myself credit for, because the thought sent a thrill through me, making me clench tighter on Marco’s next thrust.

He hissed through his teeth. “Holy fuck! You’re gonna make me lose control.”

A shiver skated down my spine. I wanted that—wanted to see the wild, untamed side of my Alpha.

“Then lose it,” I breathed, canting my hips faster.

Something snapped in his eyes. With a growl, he surged forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hips pistoned upwards, driving into me with newfound urgency.

I cried out; the sound muffled as he drank it down. The bike rocked beneath us, and the suspension creaked with each powerful movement. My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected.

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly as Marco pounded into me, relentless and hungry. His hands gripped my curves, pulling me down to meet each thrust. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the night air, mixing with our panting breaths and needy moans.

I’d never felt so wanton, so free. Riding my Alpha under the open sky, letting the stars witness our pleasure. All that mattered was chasing the building ecstasy—that desperate climb toward release.

His knot swelled further, catching on my entrance with every downstroke. The added pressure and friction made glitter burst behind my eyes. I was close, teetering on the knife’s edge.

“That’s it,” Marco praised, absolutely wrecked. “Let go for me. I want to feel your pretty little cunt strangle my cock as you come all over me.”

His filthy words were my undoing. I shattered with a ragged cry, my body clenching down on him like a vise. Wave after wave of rapture crashed over me, stealing my breath and turning my bones to jelly.

Marco snarled, his hips losing their rhythm.

“Knot me! Please, please, please… I need it. Need you!”

“Fuck, yes!” He thrust once, twice more before slamming knot deep.

The immense pressure was so damn good, and my blissful, nonsensical cries rose to the sky. Every nerve-ending inside of me was alight, sending me tumbling into another powerful orgasm.

Marco held me close, his knot locking us together. His movements became jerky and uncoordinated, rocking into me the best he could while we were knotted tight. His own release barreled through him. Swearing viciously, he buried his face in my neck. The low, sexy grunt he released was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard as the heat of his spend filled me to the brim.

I collapsed against his chest, boneless and sated. Sighing contentedly, I snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around me, cradling me close. Aftershocks rippled through us while we exchanged soft kisses and tender caresses. Marco’s hands traced soothing patterns up and down my back, gentling me as I came down from the high.

“That was...” I trailed off, struggling to find the right sentiment.

“Intense?” he supplied, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Mind-blowing? The best sex of your life?”

I laughed breathlessly, playfully swatting his chest. “All of the above.”

He chuckled, deep and low. I nuzzled into him, drawing in his comforting scent of leather and spice. In that moment, I was completely at peace.

We stayed like that for a long time, my face pressed against his neck as our breathing slowed and our hearts returned to a normal rhythm. The night was quiet, save for the occasional chirp of crickets or the distant hum of traffic. Up here, in our own little bubble, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

“You are the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone.”

I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. In the moonlight, his dark blue eyes were oceans of vulnerability.

“I feel the same,” I whispered, tracing my fingers along his jaw. “You and your brothers... You’ve given me a reason to hope again. To believe that maybe I can have a future, that I’m worthy of love.”

He captured my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “You are worthy of everything good in this world, Angel. Never doubt that. The four of us, we will spend the rest of our lives proving it to you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. After so much pain and darkness, the intensity of their devotion still caught me off guard sometimes. But with each passing day, I was learning to accept it, to trust in the unbreakable bond we shared.

These men were my scent matches—my perfect mates.

Marco sensed the direction of my thoughts. He always seemed to know what I needed, even when I wasn’t quite sure myself. Gently, he cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the lone tear that escaped. Leaning in, he kissed my forehead, then rested his against mine. “Don’t cry.”

“They’re good tears.” I sniffed. “Promise.”

I luxuriated in the purr that built in his chest, letting the vibrations soothe me. But a few minutes later, the buzzing changed. It took me a minute to realize it was coming from his phone. Careful not to jostle me too much, he shifted, digging into the pocket of the jeans that were shoved down his thighs until he had his cell in hand.

“It’s Gio,” he said, flashing the screen my way.

The anxiety of the evening crept back in, and I urged him to answer it, desperate for any news on my remaining mates.

“G—”

I faintly heard Gio’s voice on the other end of the line, letting us know they’d taken care of things. The vise around my heart eased.

“Alright. We’ll meet you at the house,” Marco told him, then, after Gio murmured something back, added, “She was a little shaken up, but she’s calmer now.”

I flushed, thinking about all the ways Marco had distracted me—or maybe it was me who’d distracted him .

Either way, I didn’t regret how we’d passed the time. I just hoped none of the others would be upset that Marco had been first. It hadn’t been something we’d discussed, but I knew from classes at the OMA on sexual relations within packs that it was usually the lead Alpha an Omega should give herself to first. Something about jealousy and Alpha instincts.

My nerves sparked to life again. Now I was stressed for an entirely different reason.

The desire to curl up in a soft blanket and hide under my covers hit me hard.

Marco hung up, eyeing me with confusion. “Your scent just went on a rollercoaster ride—sour, sweet, then right back to those bitter notes. Wanna tell me what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”

I bit my lip, debating how he’d take my confession. “What if they’re upset?”

“That we slept together?”

I knew the moment he saw my hesitation, and the truth reflected in my eyes.

“Angel, I promise they’re not going to be mad. In fact, I think they’re gonna throw a damn party.”

I gaped. He couldn’t be serious.

“I can see that you don’t believe me, but trust me when I say every single one of us has been fantasizing about the day we take this step together.”

“You have been?”

Marco groaned, a wholly indecent sound that had my pussy clenching all over again. “Fuck, Angel. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve touched myself in the shower, thinking about you naked.”

He had? I flushed— hard .

A low, deep chuckle surrounded me. “Each of our relationships will develop at their own pace, but just knowing you’re healing and trusting us to know your limits, to give you pleasure… That’s a heady thing, Angel. They’re going to be happy.”

“Even Dimitri?” I was worried about his reaction the most.

Marco took a moment to think about it. “I’m sure the Alpha in him would’ve preferred to go first. And I’m fuckin’ positive he’ll give me some shit for not treating you like the lady you are and taking you to a bed—like you deserved. But overall, I think he’ll be as happy as Gio and Tommy that our relationships are progressing.”

I swallowed hard, hoping he was right.

“You’re ours, Kitania,” he vowed. “Heart, body, and soul. I know we haven’t talked about it much—and we’d never pressure you into anything—but we want you in every way imaginable. That includes biting and marking you. Bonding you to us as our Omega. This, right here,”—he motioned between us—“is just one more step in that direction. The other day when we caught you and Gio together, I might’ve been a little jealous wishing it was my fingers buried in that pretty pussy, but I was damn happy that you were comfortable enough with Gio to let him touch you so intimately. That you let him get you off. You trusted him, and then you trusted us to watch. Every time we touch, kiss, or do something more, it furthers us as a pack. You’re our future. And we’re yours. Nothing else matters, and my brothers will agree.”

“Marco…” Emotion flooded me, making me breathless.

Biting… Marking… Bonding…

My heart squeezed and my throat went equally tight. It was the first time one of them had vocalized claiming me—really, truly claiming me. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed to hear it. To know they were thinking about taking that permanent step. That all of this could be real.

Mates.

A family.

A place to finally belong.

I wanted it more than I’d even realized. Even before I’d been taken, I’d barely let myself dream of the future. Dreams were fickle, precarious things, teasing you, making you wish for something that might never materialize.

But with Dimitri, Giovanni, Marco, and Tommas, everything was different. That future was finally within reach, and it was as exciting as it was terrifying. From the time we’d met, I’d wanted to let myself hope, to let that dream manifest, but deep down, I was petrified these men would just be another thing I’d lose. That they’d find me unworthy or some cruel twist of fate would steal them away.

Fear, however, was absolutely exhausting, and for once, I just wanted to believe it was possible for me to find my own happily ever after. Like Julia and Demi had suggested.

I settled my hand over Marco’s heart, feeling the steady thrum. Instead of using words, I leaned in and captured his mouth in a tender, passionate kiss, pouring the way I felt about him into every graze of my lips, every swipe of my tongue. He mirrored my movements with equal fervor, those muscular arms of his tightening around me.

We stayed like that until his knot finally softened and slipped free. A little whimper escaped me at the loss, already missing the feeling of being so deeply connected. Marco soothed me with a last lingering kiss before reluctantly letting me go and helping me off the bike and back onto shaky legs.

Almost instantly, the mixture of his cum and my slick leaked down my thighs, our scents heavily intertwined in a way I adored. It was dirty and slightly uncomfortable to be so wet, but instead of feeling used or ashamed, I felt confident, sexy, and loved . I’d chosen this moment with Marco, and I’d relished every minute.

I held onto that feeling as we righted our clothing in comfortable silence, stealing glances and swapping soft smiles.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up, yeah? The others will be worried if we’re gone too long.”

I nodded, letting him help me into the helmet before I settled behind him once more, holding tight as he kicked the bike to life and sped off into the night. But all the while I fixated on the one little word that felt like an anchor in a storm…

Home…

I liked the sound of that entirely too much.