“Very sure,” I reply. “And then I want your bites.”
Archer’s knot stretches me open. There is a slight sting, but as he locks into place, it’s pure bliss. Elias follows. I look down and watch as his knot begs entry to my pussy. My body wantsthis. I want his. I relax my body, and he slides right in. All of us scream as we come together, and they continue fucking me until I feel like a rag doll. Right then, two sets of teeth bite me on either side of my neck, and our bonds explode, bursting wide open.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, still pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
The three of us collapse down on our sides and catch our breath while their knots go down. But they feel so good inside me that I can’t stop squirming, and every time I move or shift, they get all hard again.
What gets me to hold still is the hungry look in Silas’ eyes.
The pheromones in this room are so thick they make me feel heat-drunk.
When Archer and Elias pull out of me, I feel drowsy with desire. Silas scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, and turns the shower on, climbing in with me. The water is nice and cool on my skin, gently stinging when it hits the bite marks on my neck.
“Mo,” Silas says softly as he sweeps my hair back and into the gentle rainfall of the shower.
All I can smell in the steam is Sila’s deep earthy scent. Engulfing me and drawing me into his chest. I nuzzle into him when I hear him speak again.
“Love you, Mo.” His voice comes out deep and serious, and I look up into his big, dark brown eyes.
“I love you, Silas,” I say without missing a beat, and I realize how very true that is. I love all of them, my alphas.
Silas wraps his massive hands around my waist and pushes me against the wall. I brace myself as he enters me from, sliding in easily now that I’ve been warmed up. My feet lift off the ground as he penetrates me. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other across my back as he fucks me in the air. I havezero control right now, and somehow it turns me on even more. Because I trust him. I trust him completely with my body—and my heart. I know this gentle giant would never harm me. Our foreheads press together as his knot swells, and I can’t believe I forgot how big he is.
“Do it,” I say, and he presses me down, forcing his knot inside with a satisfying pop. My body gladly welcomes the intrusion, and I sigh in relief. Sila’s teeth find the spot I saved for him on my neck, breaking the flesh and bonding us for life.
His strong, steady presence meets me in the bond with the utmost enthusiasm, and we both cry out in pleasure as we orgasm one after the other.
Claimed. Mated. Loved.
49
Epilogue
Six weeks later, I wake up in my lake cabin and stretch. Morning light is coming through the window, and Silas is beside me, one heavy arm draped across my waist, breathing slow and steady. My fingers trail over the bite marks on my neck. Four of them. Still tender. Still healing.
I never thought I’d want this. Six months ago, I would have laughed in your face if you told me I’d be lying in a lakeside cabin with an alpha’s arm around me, waiting for three more to walk through the door. Six months ago, I was talking to a stick.
I still talk to Charly and Rocky. They’re part of this pack, too.
One noticeable difference is that Pam is gone. Darius wanted her punished, but I talked him out of it. What she did was unforgivable, and I’ll never trust her again, but I know what it feels like to be manipulated by a charming liar. Stuart played her the same way he played me. She was hurt and lonely, and hemade her feel important. She now lives with her aunt in another pack.
I hope she finds whatever she was looking for. I hope she finds it far away from me.
The door creaks open, and Elias appears with a steaming mug. His curls are sleep-mussed, and he’s wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants.
“Morning, Blueberry.” He grins, setting the mug on my bedside table.
“Coffee in bed?” I raise an eyebrow. “What did you break?”
“Can’t a male do something nice for his mate without suspicion?” He flops onto the bed, jostling the mattress. Silas grunts and tightens his arm around me without opening his eyes.
Mate. The word still does something to me. Every time.
I reach for the mug, but he hands me a can of Diet Coke from his back pocket instead. Of course. Elias knows me.
“Darius is almost done framing the new room,” Elias says, stretching out beside me. “Says it should be livable in another two weeks. I told him we should just build an entire second cabin. You know. For privacy.”
“Privacy from what?”