All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Epilogue

Epilogue

One Year Later

My skin flushes hot and then cold. I’m pretty sure the heat suppressants are finally out of my system. Cinnamon and sugar perfume pumps off of me like I’m a fucking bakery. And I can no longer focus on the open case file in front of me. I need a nest and knots. That’s the only thing I can think of at this second. Maybe not in that order since the knots I need are closer than my nest.

Oz strides out of his office, his attention snapping to me immediately. A slow grin spreads over his lips. He knows . Without me saying he knows, and he broadcasts it to the pack through our bond.

In seconds, I’m surrounded by the three of them. My perfume speaks to their inner beasts, bringing them out to play. A shudder racks my body, and they haven’t even touched me.

“Home,” I gasp.

Beckett lifts me into his arms while Wade gathers my purse and shuts off my PC, and Oz goes to get the car. It’s a flurry of motion until we are pulling up in front of the house. Oz pulls into the garage, and Beckett’s out of the car with me in his arms before the car’s in park.

Can you combust by just brushing against your alpha? I think I’m going to.

Heats aren’t for the weak. And maybe going without one for so long is making this one stronger, but if I don’t get a knot immediately, I will literally die.

When he sets me on my feet, I quickly shed my clothes and then reach for his belt. “Mr. Sterling, I need this knot,” I say, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock.

Beckett growls, backing me up until my calves hit the beginning of my perfect nest. Then he pushes lightly and follows me down. I don’t need to beg this time. No withheld orgasms today. Just pure breeding.

He sinks into me, capturing my lips with his and quieting my cry of pleasure. “Before this heat is finished, you’ll know everything up until this point was just practice for breeding you.”

Unintelligible sounds answer him. The haze of my heat drags me under, and I’m only an omega that survives on knots and breeding and touch. At some point, Wade and Oz join us.

But I don’t come up for air for a week. Hell, I’m not even sure how I survived. If it weren’t for my pack, I may not have. I know we ate; the empty plates and trays tell me that as I untangle from the three of them. And I vaguely remember the waves of it, where I was more than only need for them.

Wade groans, his arm tightening around my abdomen. I smile and give in to his sleepy grumbles, and he tugs me into his chest.

“That was intense,” I say into the quiet of the room. I can tell by Wade’s breathing that he’s awake.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Ready for another round?”

I laugh, and my whole body hurts. “I’m pretty sure my muscles are all mush.”

“Mmmm, there’s never too much pleasure, Sugar. You know that.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I’m helpless as he shifts behind me, kissing a path down following the trail of goosebumps. Nobody told me when I rated pleasure a five what that actually meant. But Wade’s intent on proving it to me. Over and over again.

The combination of my alphas and their preferences leaves me so satisfied I could probably float through life. So when Wade nudges me onto my back and spreads my legs wide, I don’t protest; instead, I thread my fingers into his silky hair and hold on for the ride as he wrings out all of my pleasure and relentlessly demands even more.

Oz joins in, adding his pain and making the pleasure feel deeper. Beckett watches us, satisfaction painting his face. And I break into a million pieces as my orgasm tosses me into the universe before they drag me back into myself, already playing my body like a well tuned instrument.

“I like this breeding business, Bunny, we need to do it again,” Oz says, his teeth trailing over my collarbone.

“If the breeding is successful, the next time we do it, we will need to have a nanny on stand-by,” Beckett replies.

My palm settles over my stomach. Having a mini Oz, Wade, or Beckett running around will be a dream come true.