Cause Ωf Death (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

Epilogue

I am a Wisp on the wind.

My motto circles around inside my head, mimicking the rhythm of my hips as I circle them over the swelling knot stuffing my pussy. I arch my back as lips, soft as crushed velvet, kiss and nibble their way up my spine. The alpha beneath me cups my breasts in his huge hands, while the owner of the lips roving over my skin gently strokes and circles the puckered rim of my ass. Another set of hands tangles in my hair, tugging and tilting my head back so that he can devour my mouth with his own.

I groan into Steve’s mouth as Kieran’s fingers breach my ass, slippery with my own slick. Kieran scissors his fingers, thrusting in and out, opening me up with his ministrations. I shudder as a wave of ecstasy washes over me, pushing me closer to climax, but I’m not there yet.

A pinch on my clit has my pussy clenching, and Henley’s hands grip my breasts even tighter as he thrusts up with a grunt in response. Steve pulls back and grins wickedly down at me, pinching my clit again. This time my reaction elicits a stream of colorful curses from Henley’s lips, and his knot engorges to its limit, stretching me to the point of pain.

I’m tottering on a knife’s edge, only needing one last push to send me spiraling into my orgasm. Kieran happily obliges, taking advantage of my distracted state to plunge his cock into my ass, filling me to bursting.

I scream, the pleasure so intense that my vision sparkles then darkens, and I’m whittled down into a being of pure sensation. I vaguely register Adam viciously swearing as he thrusts into Kieran, directing his omega’s movements with his own. Adam’s words are joined by Henley’s effusive praise of me, telling me how beautiful I am as I come all over his cock and knot, how he could live inside my pussy, how he can’t wait for my belly to swell with more than just an abundance of cum from my pack-mates. My thighs tremble, saturated with rivulets of slick and cum seeping from around Henley’s knot. Steve swipes a finger through the creamy mess and feeds it to me as I finally regain my senses, chasing my treat with his lips and tongue. He devours me, tongue probing my mouth to search out any lingering taste of Henley’s and my release, before drawing back once more.

“You’re fucking delicious, Disa. No matter whose cum is dripping from your delectable cunt, I could eat it from you like there’s no tomorrow. You’re an irresistible snack, one that leaves me craving more. I can’t wait to watch my cum dripping from you, so I can dive back in and lick it up.”

I moan, my eyes rolling back into my head at the visual Steve’s words evoke.

“Oh, fuck!” Kieran calls out, his hips stuttering as he comes, hot spurts coating my insides as he groans. His cries are echoed by Adam, the combination of Steve’s words and Kieran’s release sending him over the edge as well.

“Shit, Steve, you can’t fucking say that while I’m buried in Kieran’s ass and using him to fuck our girl. That’s just not playing fair, because you know none of us can hold back when you start with the dirty talk.” Adam pants out between breaths. I know he’s slumped into Kieran because of the added weight pressing into my back, but it’s a welcome burden nonetheless.

It takes a few more minutes before Henley’s knot starts to deflate, and I know from Kieran’s shudder and breathy sigh that Adam’s is likely following suit. Leslie and Kimberly stroll into the omega suite with perfect timing, as if they know just how long it takes for an alpha to deflate after coming. Then again, with the amount of fucking and knotting that goes on in this pack, they probably do.

“Okay, you lot, playtime’s over. Alphas, take the horny sigma and have a shower, we’ll take care of the cum-drunk omegas. Chop chop, we don’t have all night!” Leslie orders as they haul Steve away from me, their baby-blue eyes blazing with amusement as they boss us around. Kimberly simply giggles, playfully slapping Adam’s hands away from Kieran as she helps them both to their feet.

“Oh, no you don’t! I know you, Adam Armstrong! You’ll have Kieran and Disa both scooped up and squirreled away with you if given half the chance, so keep your grabby hands to yourself and scoot! Edgar will be here in about an hour, and we don’t have any time to lose.”

Grumbling softly under his breath, Adam does as he’s told. While he may be the oldest of our pack, I know he’s happiest when one of us is bossing him around. He has enough of being an authority figure at work. Although the change in dynamics between him and Henley, depending on where they are, did take some getting used to.

Leslie offers me their hand and I wobble to my feet, and Henley’s hold on my hips is steady as he also helps me up. Once he’s certain that Leslie has me under control, Henley rolls to his feet, intercepting Steve and herding him out of the door, Adam following close behind.

“Come on, you horny degenerates. We have less than an hour to make you both presentable. And no, Kieran, I don’t care that Edgar is your father and has possibly seen you in a worse state than you are right now. You will not flaunt the fact that you’ve been freshly fucked and knotted by your alpha, while fucking your omega. Disa, you will not flaunt the fact that you’ve got multiple orifices dripping cum down your thighs, even if I have to plug you up to ensure it.” Leslie drawls tauntingly, although they really don’t have the high ground on this issue.

“Oh, shut up, Les. I can smell you and your satisfaction AAAAALL over Kimmy, and she can’t stop grinning. Besides, I’m sure that Edgar will be only too happy to see his beloved son glowing with health, vitality, and post-coital bliss. Knock it off before I beat you with your wooden spoon, you shit-stirrer.”

Leslie mock-glares at me while Kimberly dissolves into a flurry of giggles. Point successfully made, I reach back for Kieran’s hand and yank him behind me as I step into the massive shower in the omega suite’s bathroom. Kieran snickers into my neck as he crowds me under the perfectly heated stream of water, “helping” me as I regretfully wash away the remnants of our afternoon interlude.

“Don’t be upset, Angel,” he murmurs in my ear, his hands strong yet gentle as he drags the soap-lathered sponge over my flesh. “I’m sure Adam, Henley, and Steve will be only too happy to dirty you up again later. I know I’ll happily fuck you sloppy again, if you want me to.”

A soft moan breaks free from my lips, with a wet slap and a yelp rapidly following it as Leslie smacks my pussy with their bare hand. The sting is enough to break me from my lusty haze, and I glare at them for a moment before shrugging it off. It didn’t really hurt, and Leslie knows my limits. A little pussy-slap to keep me in line when my hormones are trying to subvert me is perfectly acceptable, and they know it.

“Behave. Both of you. Or you’ll end up with me and Kimmy tonight, instead of your alphas.” Leslie growls grumpily, and the threat of being restrained, blindfolded, and edged for hours by the diabolical duo before being granted release is enough to have Kieran stepping away from me, and for me to take over washing myself at a rather brisk pace. While we’ve both enjoyed Leslie and Kimberly’s attentions in the past, tonight is not the night for that particular “torture.”

The moment the shower rinses the last of the suds from Kieran’s and my skin, Leslie has us bundled up into towels and marching into the dressing room. Kimberly is already set up and waiting for me to dress so she can do my hair and apply my makeup, and Leslie points to the outfit they’ve laid out for me to wear before bundling Kieran away to his side of the room.

I can’t fault Leslie’s taste; it truly is impeccable. And now that they have the Prince family fortune to play with, as well as Edgar’s blessing to use it to splurge on every member of the Armstrong Pack, they’ve made good use of it. Leslie has also offered to help Edgar with his wardrobe, especially as they’re blatantly trying to convince Edgar to dive back into the dating pool now that the inquest into Darla’s “boating accident” has been closed.

Apparently, it was caused by Darla’s negligence. Who’d have thunk it?

A strapless black bra with matching lace panties awaits me, the material molding to my skin and giving me just the right amount of support. Kimberly “helps” me get dressed, although her assistance is more taunting and teasing than anything else. Her nails flick over my nipples, lightly tweaking them as she ensures my breasts fill the cups properly. Her fingers glide with a feather-light touch over my slit, and she inhales deeply as she presses a kiss to my lace-covered pussy. Her lips trail up my body before she devours my mouth with hers, our tongues sucking and tangling together in a decadent, debauched kiss. The moan that erupts from my throat as she pulls away draws Leslie’s attention, and they glare at Kimmy for riling me up again.

Oops.

Kimberly holds me steady as I shakily step into a silky black jumpsuit, the spaghetti straps holding the deep v of the neckline in place, the fitted cuffs of the legs cupping my ankles. A blush pink linen blazer and matching stiletto heels round out the outfit, along with a chunky gold and mother-of-pearl choker and bracelet. Pearl drop earrings sit to one side, and a large blush pink clutch studded with mother-of-pearl beads rests to the other.

“I thought we were having dinner here tonight, not going out?” I ask, my voice still husky with desire, but Kimberly only hums in response.

“Yes, well, it was a last-minute change of plans. Eddie has finally acquiesced to my requests, and so we’re doing a practice run tonight.” Leslie answers me as they tweak Kieran’s shirt and tie until they sit just right . “ We’re each going to pretend to be a potential date, and Eddie will practice his conversation skills, as well as his chat-up lines. Hopefully, they won’t be too cringe, but if they are we can easily veto them. Hence why you can’t go to dinner reeking of alpha cum. Although smelling like arousal isn’t much better, Kimberly .”

If Edgar has finally relented to Leslie’s incessant pestering, then their gloating is well-earned. The two of them are like peas in a pod, and while I’m happy that they get along so well together, it also sends a frisson of wariness through me. While Edgar and Leslie are absolute marshmallows when it comes to their families—despite Leslie’s tendency to tie us up and torture us with various forms of denial—they are both also bloodthirsty sharks when it comes to business. In fact, I dread the day when they announce their partnership, because they’ll end up taking over the world, I’m sure of it.

Under Leslie’s watchful eye, Kieran and I are both ready with plenty of time to spare, no thanks to Kimberly’s antics. Kieran is perfection in monochrome, with tailored black trousers, a dove gray collared shirt, black tie, and a black cowl-necked corset waistcoat with dove gray accents.

He looks absolutely edible, and I’m not the only one who thinks the same. The moment Kieran and I step out of the omega suite arm-in-arm, both Adam and Henley start cursing up a storm. Henley and Kieran have been tentatively building their relationship, and while it’s slow going at times—at Henley’s insistence—Henley’s definitely not immune to the omega. With the way Kieran is smirking at the head of our pack, I have a feeling things are going to start speeding up, and I. Am. Here. For. It.

Henley, Adam, and Steve are all dark seduction in their fitted suits, the only splash of color is that of their ties and pocket squares. Those match their eyes. Kimberly is in an olive-green wraparound skirt and cream fitted midriff top, a strip of tanned and toned skin peeking between the two pieces of clothing. Her hair is bundled into a loose, messy bun at one side, with gold hoops in her ears, slender gold chains at her neck, and a golden belt at her waist. She’s paired a nude clutch with a golden clasp with nude heels, and she looks both classy and elegant.

Leslie is dressed in couture. High-waisted pinstripe trousers, heeled shoes polished to a mirrored shine, and a sheer, cream blouse with a frilled bow at the throat, they’re a vision of suave assuredness. For once they’ve kept both their eye and hair color natural, their baby-blues sultrily perusing their domain from beneath tousled ash-blond locks.

“Come, come. We have places to be, and Edgar to meet. Don’t misbehave, don’t shame me, and above all, don’t make me chain you all up when we get home. I have too much shit to do tonight to corral your rebellious asses and keep you in line. Now, mush!” Leslie flicks their hands at us in a universal shooing gesture, and like the obedient little pack that we are, we obey.

I know we’re in for a treat when the armored stretch limousine pulls up alongside the front of Swan’s Song, one of the most popular restaurants in the city. A frenzy of flashbulbs goes off as we exit the vehicle, the paparazzi are determined to get the perfect shot of the pack—or polycule, to the normies—who snatched up the elusive Kieran Prince. We don’t have to worry about anyone getting too close to us, though, not with the bodyguards protecting us. Adam and Henley’s business seems to be booming, and by default we get the cream of the crop whenever we’re out and about like this.

We’re ushered into a private dining room and approach the bar for pre-dinner drinks just as Edgar is shown inside. We spend a couple of minutes greeting him and collecting our drinks before heading to the table. I stumble to a halt as I glance down to the empty place where I’ve decided to sit, only to see a familiar black rectangle resting against the napkin in the center of my plate.

That was NOT there ten seconds ago!

Silence descends over my pack, and Edgar furrows his brow in confusion at my shock.

“Disa, is everything alright?” he asks, but I brush his question away with a wave of my hand.

I reach out and flick the card over, my eyes widening as a wicked grin splits my lips at the crimson writing:

Taylor Pinter

$2.5M USD

Drop of Blood to Accept

Tear Card in Half to Decline

I reach for the sharp knife resting beside my plate, using the pointed tip to prick my finger. A bead of blood wells up from the tiny wound and I set a cat among the pigeons with a single question and a wink to Edgar as I smear the droplet over the card stock.

“So, who wants to help me come up with the most public and humiliating way to end one Taylor Pinter?”

Fuck, I love my life.