Warning: Discussion of future pregnancy
The RUST in Her Hair
Epilogue
Lyra
The light in this room is very different from our old house.
Back in the city the mornings got hot fast, burning up the concrete and big metal buildings. Then it clung all day, not disappearing until well after nightfall. But out here along the coast the cool air lingers. It pours straight off the water and through the tall windows, filling our new home with the most wonderful sea air.
Standing in the middle of my brand new nesting room, I close my eyes, soaking it all up.
My little space is only half finished. Most of my things are still down in boxes, stacked three high against the far wall with Adrian’s neat block letters on every side. But my nest is done and honestly that’s all that matters.
Standing back, I admire it. The mattress is in, low and wide in the corner where the two windows meet, and I've built the walls up around it the way I like them, the heavy quilt banked along one side and the small pillows tucked into the low places. Nico's gray shirt is at the head where I want it. Adrian's flannel is layered next to Owen’s hoodie. And several of Mack's span the whole middle, because he keeps leaving them like I might decide I hate it here and fall into a pit of despair.
Not going to happen.
I loop a string of glass beads over a nail in the window frame, loving how they catch the light, throwing small bright spots across the wall. It's a silly, pretty thing that I bought at a shop in town that first day we arrived. I still can’t believe we’ve been here for two full weeks.
Every morning I wake up braced to find out that my whole, wonderful life has been a dream, and these four sexy men don’t actually exist, and I don’t live in a pretty cottage near the sea.
But they do exist.
And I do live in a cozy cottage by the sea.
How the hell did I end up so lucky?
“What are you looking at?” Two big arms wrap around me from behind as a broad chest presses against my back. Nico's face presses into my hair, breathing me in slowly. "You've been up here for hours," he says against my scalp.
"I've been decorating."
"Really?” He glances around at the bare walls. “Because it looks like you’re just staring out the window." His arms settle heavier around me, pulling me back into the warm bulk of him. “It is a nice view.” He rests his chin on the top of my head so we're both looking out the same window.
“I’ve been getting a lot done,” I say, smoothing my hands over his arms wrapped around my middle. “I’m just taking a little break.”
A small laugh puffs into my hair. "I came up to check on you twenty minutes ago and you were standing in this exact spot.”
"I'm taking my time," I say, tipping my head back against his chest to look up at him. "A good nest can't be rushed. There's an art to it.” My eyes narrow at his face. “You wouldn't understand.”
"I guess not." His arms tighten and his smile grows.
“Plus, how can you not enjoy this view?” I turn back to the window.
From up here the meadow rolls away from the house in long grass gone gold at the tips. Past it, the sea lies flat and bright under the afternoon sun. It only takes ten minutes to walk down to the sand. I've done it every single day since we got here, sometimes twice, and I still can't believe it's a thing I'm allowed to do. I can just put on my shoes and walk out my own door and stand at the edge of all that water with nobody watching me and nobody's permission to ask for.
I’m pretty sure Nico or Mack have been following me just in case, but I’m more than okay with that.
"I love it here," I say with a soft hum. "Every time I look around our little house, I feel like I’m going to burst from happiness."
“Yeah.” Nico smiles wide. "I was worried you wouldn’t like it."
I can’t help but laugh. “To be fair,” I glance up at the pack alpha, “I'd be excited to live in a shack in the middle of a parking lot as long as you were all in it."
Nico looks down at me with those dark, sparkling eyes. His black hair is longer than it was in the city, pushed back off his face. He’s all hard angles and dark stubble, and there's a small silver scar through one eyebrow that I've kissed more times than I can count.
He really is so handsome.
I turn in his arms, reach up, and slide my hand along his jaw. Nico's eyes close, and he leans into my touch, and our bond opens between us. Love pours down the line, warm and steady, and I send mine back as I lift up, and press a kiss to his lips.
He kisses me back slowly at first, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. Then his mouth opens over mine in a hungry, possessive claim. He makes a low sound against my lips as I press in closer, letting his tongue move over mine.
The kiss goes hot and slow, and I feel it everywhere. It's a spark that starts in my chest and licks down my spine, pooling low in my belly.
I grab Nico’s shirt, fisting the fabric in my hands and pulling him to me, as his hands start to roam.
They slide down the length of my back, slow and heavy. Tugging up the hem of my oversized shirt, he reaches for my waist. His palms are warm and rough on my bare skin as he pulls them lower, over the curve of my butt. Then he fills both hands with my ass and squeezes hard, a claiming grip that makes me moan into his mouth.
"Well, now." Mack’s voice drifts from the doorway. Followed by a low, appreciative whistle.
Nico breaks the kiss, but he keeps his hands firmly on my ass. He doesn't even bother to look up, just keeps his eyes on me, a lazy, possessive smile playing on his lips. I can’t help but duck my head at the very intense look on his face.
“Aren’t you two a sight,” Mack says, leaning against the frame. He's got his shirt off and a work belt slung low around his hips with a hammer hanging off one side of it. Sweat sheens across that broad chest from whatever he and Nico have been wrestling into place downstairs.
“Sorry,” I mumble, suddenly very aware of how close my two sexy mates are to my perfect nest. None of my mates have slept in it yet. I wanted to wait until it was perfect, and I think I might be ready to break it in.
"Oh, no. I’m the one that's sorry." Mack’s green eyes are dark with approval and his grin is pure trouble. "I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”
"You are interrupting," Nico says, but there's no heat in it. He finally tears his gaze away from me to shoot Mack a look that's pure exasperated affection. He drops one more kiss to my mouth and lifts his head. "Come on. We need to start dinner anyway. Adrian and Owen will be home soon."
I pull away from Nico, still a little breathless and dizzy. My lips tingle and my body hums with a need that has nowhere to go. I glance at Nico's watch, and the time snaps me back to reality. "Yeah," I breathe. "They'll be home soon." I look at Mack and smile. "I'll help cook," I say, trying to sound like I'm not still thinking about Nico's hands on my ass.
Mack's eyebrows go up. "You’re gonna cook?"
"I said help." I give the blond alpha a pointed look.
"Does that mean you’re gonna sit on the counter and eat half the cheese before it made it into the pot?”
"Yes." I bat my lashes at Mack. "I supervise and look pretty while you do all the work." I slip out of Nico's arms and cross to Mack. Then I poke him once in the middle of that bare chest. "It's a very important job and I'm the only one qualified for it."
Mack's grin widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes, ma’am.” Then his hand connects with my backside, a sharp, playful smack that makes me yelp and jump. "Now get that sweet, little ass in the kitchen before I decide to lay you out and eat you for dinner.”
A breathy moan pushes from my lips as I make my way toward the staircase.
Yep. I’m definitely breaking in my nest tonight.
* * *
An hour later, my boys are home and we’re eating dinner at our brand new dining room table. The big wooden thing is stunning, and long. Perfect for when we decide to start a family.
"Her desk faces the door,” Owen says, mid-story, “and I'm standing there like an idiot with my delivery forms." He's got his fork up, gesturing with it, too busy talking to eat it. "And there are these photos lined up behind her. Little framed ones. And in every single one it's her, and four men." The beta’s smile grows. “I swear she’s in a pack.”
“They could be brothers," Adrian says.
"They are not brothers." Owen points the fork at him. "Nobody looks at their brother like that.” He leans in. “Four alphas, Adrian. Same four, over and over. Years of pictures." He sits back, pleased with himself. "The Director of the whole museum. I think she's in a pack."
"You think everybody's in a secret pack," Mack says around a mouthful.
"I think more people are living in packs than would ever admit it." Owen shrugs. "And I think she saw the pictures on my desk and figured out that I am too.” He looks at Nico with a sense of pride. “I feel like I don’t have to hide here.”
Nico reaches across the table and covers Owen's hand with his. The pack alpha doesn't say anything. He just squeezes once and holds it there.
“Hey.” Adrian leans into my side and drops his voice, just for me. "Were you able to work on your room today? Did you get the fairy lights up?"
"All of them." I lean into him, inhaling all that fresh pine scent. "It looks like a jar of stars in there. You'll see it after dinner."
"Yeah?" His smile grows when I nod. “I can’t wait to see it.” He takes a quick sip of his iced tea. "And, I’ll be home tomorrow if there’s anything else you need help with. I finished the Hadley pantry today. Full build-out, floor to ceiling. The woman actually cried."
“Did she really?” Mack snorts.
"She did.” A shy smile crosses Adrian’s face. “She even said she'd tell everyone in town what excellent work I did." He tries to play it off but there’s too much pride behind the alpha’s sweet smile.
"That's how it starts," Nico says as he drapes one arm across the back of my chair. "Word of mouth is the best way to get that kind of work." He catches a loose strand of my hair and tucks it back behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheek. "I've got a good feeling about that foreman job. The firm called again yesterday, and said they're close to making a decision." A rare, easy smile touches his mouth.
“You know,” Owen looks up, one brow raised over his glasses, "working for someone else is very different from owning your own company. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Watch me." Nico lifts his glass in a mock toast and takes a quick sip. "Let somebody else lie awake worrying about payroll and permits for once."
"What about you?" Adrian places a hand on Mack's thigh, squeezing gently. "Are you going to look for work, or are you completely dedicated to being a stay-at-home alpha?"
"Brother, I am officially domesticated." Mack tips his chair back on two legs and laces his hands behind his head. "Y'all can go break your backs. I'll be right here, keeping this house warm and watching our girl bend over in those tiny shorts, unpacking boxes all day long." He gives me a wink.
"That's the only thing you plan on doing all day?" I say with a laugh. "Stare at my ass?"
“Yup.” He grins. "Somebody's gotta do the important work around here."
I snort loudly as I roll my eyes. “Ridiculous.”
Dinner slowly winds down as we talk over empty plates, nobody in a hurry to leave the table. But eventually, Nico stands and starts stacking plates. Adrian rises to help him, and Mack gathers the glasses two in each big hand.
"Go on," Nico says when I reach for the bread basket, tipping his head toward the stairs. "We've got this. Go get ready for bed.”
Owen pushes his chair in and holds out his hand. "Come on. It’s shower time."
I thread my fingers through his, then let the beta lead me up the stairs. This is my favorite part of the day.
Once inside the bathroom, Owen reaches into the shower stall and turns the water on, testing it with the back of his hand while it heats. The glass door fogs almost at once, the frosted panes going softer as the steam builds.
Then the beta turns to me.
He takes the hem of my shirt in both hands and lifts it slowly up and over my head. He folds it once, setting it on the counter. Then he pulls off my bra, before hooking his thumbs into my shorts and panties, easing them down together. He kneels to help me step out of them, pressing a soft kiss just below my navel on the way back up.
The cool bathroom air moves over my bare skin. My nipples draw tight, and goosebumps rise along my arms and the backs of my thighs.
"You're shivering." Owen brushes his thumb over one arm, chasing the goosebumps. "Get in. It’s warm.”
"Not yet." I fold my arms, settling in. "I like the view from here."
He raises a brow, watching as I let my gaze drop down his trim body.
"You're going to freeze just to ogle me?" He laughs but he’s already pulling his shirt over his head. "Suit yourself, gorgeous."
I smile wide, not even a little ashamed.
Owen tosses his shirt onto the counter, letting me admire him as he unbuckles his belt. He's leaner than our alphas, all long lines and lean muscle. A light dusting of hair across his chest that trails down his stomach and disappears into his waistband.
He hooks his thumbs into his waistband, pushes his slacks down, and my mouth begins to water. He's already hard, his cock pointed up against his stomach.
Heat pools low in my belly at the sight of him, and I bite my bottom lip.
Owen catches the movement, one corner of his mouth curling up. "See something you like?"
"Maybe." I lift my chin. "Are you going to stand there and let me freeze, or are you going to get me under that water?"
He laughs, and reaches out to take my hand. He draws me into the shower with him. The hot spray hits my shoulders and runs down my spine, and I sigh at the feel of it.
Owen pulls me in against his chest and just holds me there for a moment, his arms wrapped around my back, and his mouth pressed to the top of my wet hair. He always gives me tender kisses before he does anything else. I love it.
"I love you," he says into my hair. "You know that?"
"I know." I tip my face up to his. "I love you too."
He kisses me, and it's slow and deep and soft, his tongue sliding against mine while the water pours over us both. His hands move down my wet back, feeling the curve of my hips, and when they find my ass, he pulls me flush against him. His perfect cock pushes between us, hard against my belly.
I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, and he groans into my mouth, a rough, desperate sound that vibrates straight down to my core.
"Lyra,” he whispers my name, voice rough.
"I want you," I tell him, stroking him slow, my thumb smearing the pre-cum beading at his slit. "Please. Touch me.”
He doesn't make me ask twice. He walks me back until my shoulders meet the cool tile, and the shock of it against my hot skin makes me gasp. Then he's kissing down my throat, his teeth scraping over my collarbone, and one of his hands slides between my legs and finds me already slick, wetter than the water could ever make me, a dripping, desperate mess.
"God, you're soaked," he breathes against my skin, his voice filled with lust. "Is this all for me?"
"All for you," I moan, rocking my hips into his touch.
He works one finger into me, then two, curling them just right, and my head drops back against the tile. He knows my body better than I do. A year of wanting me, watching me, and now he touches me like he's got every inch of me memorized. His thumb finds my clit and circles it in time with his fingers, and the need winds tight and low inside me.
"Owen!" I gasp, gripping his shoulders. "I don't want to come on your hand. I want you inside me. I want to feel that beta cock fuck me open."
His eyes go dark, hooded with lust. He hooks a hand under my thigh and lifts it, opening me up, and lines himself up against my entrance. Then he pushes in, slow and deep, all the way to the hilt, and we both moan at the same time.
He's not as thick as our alphas, but he's long and smooth, and he fits me perfectly. He fills me up and holds there for a second, pressing his forehead to mine. We both breathe hard, and the steam curls around us.
"You feel like heaven," he whispers. "Every single time."
Then he starts to move.
He fucks me slow and steady against the tile, his hand keeping my thigh hitched high. The water sluices down between us, turning the space between our bodies into pure, slick heat. He kisses me through it, catching every sound I make.
Still kissing me, his tongue mimics the rhythm of his cock, touching me like I’m the most beautiful thing he's ever felt.
Fuck, I love this beta so much I can barely breathe.
“Yes,” I moan as the coil in me draws tighter with every slow thrust.
My nails bite into his shoulders. I roll my hips to meet him, chasing it, and he groans and picks up his pace, driving into me a little harder now, a little deeper, his hips snapping forward with a wet, rhythmic slap.
"That's it," he breathes. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel that pretty pussy clamp down on my cock.”
He snaps his hips one more time and I fall apart.
My orgasm crests and breaks, rolling through me in a long warm wave. I clench around him and cry out his name into the steam. Owen fucks me straight through it, his rhythm going ragged as I pulse and milk his cock.
Then, in one final thrust, he buries himself deep and holds. I feel him come inside me, hot and pulsing, and his body shudders against mine.
For a moment we just stand there, tangled together under the water, both of us trembling.
"I've got you," he murmurs, kissing my temple.
I press my face into his neck and breathe him in, lemon and sage gone soft with steam, and I feel so full and so safe and so loved that my eyes sting with it.
When my legs are steady enough to hold me, Owen turns me gently under the spray and washes me, slow and careful, his hands smoothing suds down my arms and back. I let him. I've learned to let them take care of me. Then he shuts the water off and wraps me in a towel and kisses my nose.
"Go on," he says. "I'll be right behind you. Just need a minute."
I step out of the shower, wringing the water from my hair, and when I look up, I stop.
Adrian is leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
He's still in his work clothes, his sleeves shoved up his forearms, and he's watching me with a smirk pulling at his mouth. His blue-gray eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, and there's a flush high on his cheekbones. The front of his jeans is straining, a ridge of denim that promises the hard cock trapped beneath. He's been standing there. He's been watching us the whole time, and it's turned him inside out.
"Adrian." Heat pools low in my belly all over again, a fresh, slick rush. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough." He pushes off the frame and prowls toward me. "I love hearing you fall apart on our beta's cock." His voice drops, rough and wanting. "You have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come, sweetheart? How you look with your mouth open and your eyes all glassy?"
He reaches me and takes my face in both hands and kisses me, hard and deep, all that careful gentleness burned away by whatever he just witnessed, a raw, claiming kiss that tastes of his hunger. Then he bends and gets an arm under my knees and one around my back and lifts me clean off my feet like I weigh nothing.
"Come on." He turns for the door. "Let me take you to bed. I've got plans for you."
"Not the master." I loop my arms around his neck. "Take me to my nest."
He stops. Something moves through his eyes, soft and pleased. "Your nest, huh?"
"I want you in it." I press a kiss to his stubbled jaw. "I want all of you in it. It's ready. I want to break it in tonight."
His arms tighten around me, and he carries me down the hall to my room.
Inside, it's beautiful.
The sun has gone down while we were in the shower, and the room is lit only by the fairy lights strung around the walls and along the window frame. They throw a soft golden glow over everything, over the nest banked in the corner, over the boxes still stacked against the wall, over the beads I hung this morning. And through the big window, past the dark shape of the meadow, the moon is up over the water, and its light lies in a long silver ribbon across the sea.
It looks like something out of a dream. It looks like a place where nothing bad could ever find me.
Adrian lays me down in the middle of my nest, on the soft blankets that smell like all of us, and he stands over me and pulls his shirt off over his head. The fairy lights catch the long lines of his body, the broad chest and the flat stomach and the trail of hair leading down. He's the tallest of my alphas, all that lean muscle, and right now he's looking down at me like he wants to devour me whole.
"Look at you." He unbuckles his belt, watching me. "Laid out in your pretty little nest, all clean and warm for me." He shoves his jeans down and steps out of them, and his cock springs free, hard and flushed against his stomach, a heavy length that makes my mouth water. "I'm going to ruin you in here."
Then he drops to his knees at the edge of the nest, grips my thighs, and hauls me toward him. It’s a rough movement, manhandling me into place.
And I fucking love it.
"Adrian—”
"Adrian—" He spreads me open and drags his tongue up the center of me, one long, slow stroke that gathers every drop of my slick, and whatever I was about to say dissolves into a moan.
He groans against me, deep and helpless, and the sound of it vibrates through my whole body.
"God, you taste good," he breathes against my slick skin. "So sweet. I could live down here."
Then he does it again, and again, licking into me like he's starving for for my slick, chasing the wetness as fast as I make it. Then he seals his mouth over me and sucks, and I feel him swallow, and it's the filthiest, most worshipful thing I've ever felt.
His tongue works me open, slow and deep, and he wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me still when I start to squirm.
I fist my hands in the blankets and let my eyes float closed. He finds my clit and closes his lips around it and sucks, and my whole body lights up with a jolt of pure pleasure that makes me cry out.
I'm so lost in it that I don't hear the door.
“Fuck me.” Mack's voice rolls through the room, low and warm, and I open my eyes.
Mack and Nico are standing just inside the doorway, and they're both watching us. Mack has his arms crossed over that broad chest, a slow grin spreading across his face. Nico stands beside him, his dark gaze moving over me sprawled open in the nest with Adrian's head between my legs.
A thrill shoots through me. I like it when they watch.
I want my whole pack in her, in my room, in the nest I built for us.
I let my knees fall wider and I hold Nico's gaze while Adrian licks me, and I watch his jaw tighten and his cock jump against his stomach.
"Don't stop on our account," Mack drawls.
Adrian doesn't. He hums against me, and the vibration of it pushes me right to the edge. The alpha slides two thick fingers into me and curls them and it's over.
I come apart on his mouth with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head, my back arching as the pleasure crashes through me. He works me through every wave of it, gentling his tongue as I come down, until I'm boneless and panting and staring up at the fairy lights.
When I can move again, I reach out toward the doorway. Toward Nico and Mack.
"Come here," I pant. "Both of you. Please.”
They don't hesitate.
Nico reaches up and hauls his shirt off over his head. The fairy lights catch every yummy, hard plane of him. Mack's already working his belt loose, shoving his jeans and boxers down and kicking free of them.
In seconds they're both bare, all that muscle gilded gold in the soft light, and the sight of them makes more slick pour from me.
The nest shifts and dips as they climb in, and suddenly the small space is full of my pack. I'm surrounded by warm bodies and the scent of all of them, amber and leather, hazelnut, pine, and the fading lemon and sage from the shower.
Then their hands are on me.
Nico takes my face and kisses me, deep and claiming, and I can practically taste the growl in his chest. Mack bends and closes his mouth over one of my nipples. His beard scrapes my skin, and I gasp into Nico's mouth.
The door opens again.
Owen slips in, his hair still wet and pushed back, his glasses back on his nose, a towel slung low around his hips. He takes one look at the four of us tangled in the nest and a slow smile crosses his face.
"Room for one more?"
"Always," Mack smirks.
The beta drops the towel and crawls into the nest with us, and now I have all of them. Every last one of my mates, gathered around me in the room I made, in the home we chose, and my heart is so full it aches.
"On your back, sweetheart." Adrian's voice is rough. He's kneeling between my legs still, stroking himself slow. "Actually." His eyes flick to Nico, and something passes between them. "Let's get her on top of me."
They arrange me between them with an ease that comes from years of loving each other. Adrian lies back in the center of the nest and pulls me down on top of him, my back against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. His hard cock settles against the curve of my ass, and he wraps one arm across my chest, holding me to him.
"This okay?" he murmurs against my ear. Even now, even wild with wanting, he checks.
"Yes." I turn my head and kiss his jaw. "More than okay."
Nico kneels between our spread legs. He slips the head of his cock through my slick, gathering it, and the blunt pressure of him at my entrance makes me shiver. Behind me, I feel Adrian's hand slide down between us, feel him notch himself against the tight ring of my ass, slick with all the wetness Nico's spreading around.
"Breathe for me," Nico says, his dark eyes on my face.
He pushes in.
He fills me slow, one fat inch at a time, and I moan at the stretch of him, at the perfect heavy fullness. At the same moment I feel Adrian press up into me from below, easing into my ass just as slow, just as careful, and the double stretch steals the breath right out of my lungs.
It's so much. It's almost too much. Two of my alphas filling me at once, front and back, and I go still and panting between them while my body opens around them both.
"That's it." Nico's voice is strained. "Look at you taking us. So good, baby. So perfect."
"You feel incredible," Adrian breathes into my hair, his hips flexing shallow beneath me. "Squeezing me so tight."
They start to move.
And I lose my mind.
They find a rhythm, slow and deep, one pushing in as the other draws back so I'm never empty. Always stretched and full of them.
I'm so wet it's obscene.
Adrian stays shallow and careful in my ass, mindful, holding back. Nico drives deeper with every stroke, watching my face come apart. I'm pinned between them, surrounded by them, and I can't tell where one sensation ends and the next begins.
"That's it, baby." Nico's voice is low and rough, his eyes dropping to where he's splitting me open. "Feel how tight you are around both of us? This greedy little body was made to be claimed by your pack, to be used for our pleasure." He rolls his hips, grinding deep, and I whimper. "It's what you need, isn't it? To be stuffed so full of us you can't think straight."
“Yes,” I pant, then moan as one of Adrian’s hands comes up, palming my breast.
Every stroke works more slick out of me, and I feel it pour down, slippery and hot, easing the drag of Nico's cock and running lower, coating Adrian where he's buried in my ass, dripping down onto his thighs beneath me. The whole nest fills with the smell of it, of me, and how badly my body wants them. I hear Adrian groan low behind me at the wet, filthy mess of it.
Then Mack shifts up beside my head, up on his knees, and his hard cock is right there, swollen and flushed and glistening at the tip.
"Open up, darlin'." His green eyes are half-lidded, his voice a low rumble. "Let me feel that pretty mouth."
I turn my head and take him in, and he groans, deep and helpless, his hand coming to cradle the back of my skull. I moan around him, the taste and the weight of him filling my mouth, and the vibration makes his hips stutter.
Owen kneels on my other side. His hand comes up and cups my other breast, kneading, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and his mouth drops to my ear.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, warm and filthy. "Taking all three of our alphas at once, and loving every second of it. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you? So hungry for all our cocks." He guides my free hand to his cock, and I wrap my fingers around him and stroke. He lets out a deep sighs against my skin. "That's it. Our perfect girl.”
I am floating. I am nothing but sensation, buried in my whole pack, every part of me touched and filled and worshipped. Nico's cock dragging deep in my pussy. Adrian's stretching my ass, his knot swelling at the base but staying out, pressed tight against me so he doesn't hurt me. Mack heavy on my tongue. Owen's hand at my breast and my hand around his cock and his voice pouring praise into my ear.
Nothing has ever felt like this. I have never been so full, so held, so completely theirs.
Nico's hand slides up from my hip. He palms my breast, thumbing the nipple. He touches all of me, squeezing and caressing, all the way down to my stomach. He spreads his fingers wide across my belly where he can feel himself moving inside me. He goes still for a moment, buried deep, his palm flat and warm on my stomach.
"I can’t wait to see this belly grow big and round," he says, his eyes locked on where his hand rests, "You are going to be so pretty with our baby inside you.”
Everything in me lights up at the words. I make a sound around Mack's cock, high and desperate, and my whole body clenches down hard on both of them.
Nico feels it. His eyes come up to mine, dark and knowing, that rare smile tugging at his mouth.
"You like that idea." It isn't a question, but he asks the next part like one. "You want your alphas to put a baby in you, omega? Next time you go into heat? All three of us filling you up until it takes?"
I nod frantically, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes from how badly I want it, how much I love them, how impossible it is that I get to have this. Mack slips free of my mouth so I can breathe, and I gasp out the word.
"Yes." I say, breathless. "Yes, please."
A growl moves through all three alphas at once, low and pleased and possessive.
“Fuck, yes.” Mack's voice is wrecked, then he pushes his cock back into my mouth.
The three of them fucking into me in earnest now, harder, faster, chasing it. Owen's voice at my ear, and the wet obscene sounds of my pack taking me apart in the soft golden light.
The pressure builds and builds. Nico's thrusts go deep and relentless. Adrian's arm bands tight across my chest. Mack fists his cock beside my face, and I turn and take him back into my mouth, hungry for him, and he groans my name.
"I'm close," Nico grits out. "Come with me, baby. Come on us. Now."
He reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit, and that's all it takes.
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, enormous and total, and I scream around Mack's cock as I clamp down on both of them at once. I feel Nico's knot swell and catch at my entrance, locking us together, and then he's coming, spilling hot and deep inside me in hot pulses that go on and on. Beneath me Adrian follows, his hips jerking up, his cock pulsing in my ass, his cum flooding me as he groans into my hair.
Mack loses it a second later. He pulls back just enough, the fat head of his cock pressed to my parted lips, his knot swelling thick against my mouth, and he comes across my tongue with a broken curse, hot and salty, and I swallow every drop of him.
And Owen. Owen fists himself once, twice, my hand still wrapped around him, and then he's spilling too, painting my breasts in hot stripes, his forehead dropped to my shoulder, my name a prayer on his lips.
For a long moment none of us move.
I lie there, knotted and full, the last waves of it still rolling through me. All three bonds are open, and I can feel every one of my mates, Nico's steady certainty, Adrian's fierce joy, Mack's quiet devotion, wrapped around me as close as their bodies are.
"You're quiet," Owen murmurs against my hair.
"I'm thinking." I turn my head and find him watching me, glasses fogged, eyes soft. "That day when my parents signed me over to Crispin, I was so sure my life was over, and I’d never be happy.”
Mack huffs a laugh and drags his knuckles down my arm. "And now look at you. Stuck with four idiots and a house full of boxes."
"Yeah." I smile, bursting with joy. "Look at me."
Nico presses a kiss to my shoulder, right over his mark. Outside the window, the moon lays a long silver line across the water, and my whole pack breathes slow around me, and I let my eyes drift shut.
