I lean down to kiss him hard, the change in angle making both men thrust harder. Aidan's hands slide around to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples in a way that sends sparks straight to my core.
Beside us, Darren's taking his second round of marks with equal enthusiasm. Jax has him on his back, legs wrapped around the captain's waist, while Dmitri waits his turn with uncharacteristic impatience.
"Together," I gasp, reaching for Darren's hand again. "Want to come together."
He nods, beyond words as Jax pounds into him. Our fingers intertwine, that physical connection amplifying everything else.
"Close," Aidan warns behind me. "So fucking close."
"Mark me," I demand. "Both of you. Now."
They don't need to be told twice. Two sets of teeth sink into my shoulders right as their knots sink in, and the pain-pleasure of it sends me screaming over the edge. My orgasm triggers theirs, Zayn's knot swelling fully inside me as he comes, Aidan's following close behind.
The pack bonds that were faint before blaze to life. I can feel them all, not thoughts exactly, but impressions. Flavors. Like ingredients to a cake that all blend together perfectly to create something delicious and harmonious.
"Holy shit," I pant, slumping forward onto Zayn's chest. "I feel you… all of you."
"Because you're our scent match," Jax says from where he's locked inside Darren. "All of us. Now you can feel it as much as we do."
I file that information away to process later, when my brain isn't melted from orgasms and marking bonds. For now, I just let myself feel it. The connection to these five incredible men who chose me, claimed me, made me theirs in every way that matters.
Now, there's only Darren and Dmitri's bond left to seal. Once Jax's knot goes down, Dmitri takes his place, seating himself inside the omega. I watch as their tongues tangle, like my own private show, and can't help touching myself as I watch them fuck.
Aidan reaches around, replacing my hand with his and I'm more than happy to let him take over as he makes me come at the exact moment Dmitri marks Darren's shoulder.
It could just be my imagination, but… I feel it. The bond between them.
No. No, this is real. It's not just in my head. Jax is right. I feel it. The bond between us, running through us like a river, connecting us all.
We stay tangled together as knots soften and bodies cool. I've never felt so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned, and yet so utterly free.
"There's one more thing," Darren says eventually, his voice rough from screaming.
I turn to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
He shifts, reaching for my hand with intent this time. "I want my mark on you too. Not on your neck, there's not really any room left. But here..." He brings my wrist to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the pulse point. "If you'll let me."
My breath catches. I've heard of this, omegas marking betas in special places. It's rare, intimate in a different way than alpha marks.
"Yes," I whisper. "Please."
His eyes meet mine, full of love and possession and promise. Then his teeth sink into my wrist, right where my pulse beats strongest.
The sensation is different from the alpha marks. Gentler but somehow more intense. And when the next wave hits—unexpected, overwhelming, triggered by nothing but his bite and the knots still locked inside me—I feel the pack bonds shift and settle.
I always thought I wasn't supposed to feel pack bonds this strongly as a beta. But that was a lie, just like all the times I was told being a beta wasn't enough. I feel them all, bright and clear and undeniable.
My alphas. My omega. My pack.
Mine.
Chapter
Forty-Five
LEXIE
The last cardboard box sits on my apartment floor like a punctuation mark at the end of a very long sentence. I trace my fingers along its taped edges, wondering how an entire life can be condensed into corrugated containers and bubble wrap.
