Once, Brooklyn and I both thought we were meant to be alone.
I’ve never been so humbled by being wrong.
EPILOGUE
B R O O K L Y N
My body feels liquid and light. I sense the solid weight of Memphis’s body beneath me and his hard knot inside me, yet I still feel like I’m floating.
The bond is nothing like I could have imagined. It’s comforting and soothing, but it’s also hugely powerful. Memphis feels so deeply and so privately, and from now on, I get to share that. I can’t put the privilege of that into words.
I have no idea how long it takes Memphis’s knot to deflate. Time feels distant and abstract, like I’m in a little bubble with my Alphas, one I’m in no rush to leave.
I’m brought back to the present by two new pairs of hands. Denver’s stroking my hair and rubbing my unmarked shoulder, while Camden is pulling me off Memphis’s softening cock to clean me with a warm damp cloth. I should feel exhausted, wiped out by the enormity of what I just went through.
Instead, I’m aching again. I want more.
I reach out to touch Camden’s face. His five o’clock shadow bristles against my palm. He smiles, and my heart skips a beat when I see the little gap in his teeth.
Camden can tell just by my expression what I want from him. He kisses me, hard, his mouth hot and claiming on mine. I open my lips to him, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He kisses me like he’ll never get enough of me, even though I’m his.
When he pulls away, I’m practically breathless. At least Camden looks just as affected as I am.
“You want my cock, huh?” he pants.
Instead of answering him, I push him so he’s lying fully on his back. Swinging one leg over his waist, I straddle him, my weeping cunt settled on his cut abs. I can feel his cock behind me, already rock hard and brushing against my backside.
I grind my clit against his ab muscles for a moment, teasing him. That earns me a playful swat to my backside, so I get to my knees, in position to sink onto him. Looking down at Cam’s hard length, I suddenly wonder if I can take it. I’m already so sore from Memphis stretching me, and Camden is even longer.
It’s like Camden knows exactly what I’m thinking. He strokes my cheekbone with his thumb, soothing me. “Don’t worry,” he croons. “I know you can take it.”
I nod, wanting him not to hold back. Not this time. He can be as brutal and possessive as he wants to be, and I can take it all.
Denver’s hands close tightly around my hips, lifting me so Camden’s flared head parts my swollen lower lips. The shaking muscles of my legs finally find the power to hold me up as I instinctively slide down over Cam’s tip.
“Just like that,” he says, his voice rough but encouraging. “Take your time, but I need you to take all of me.”
Behind me, Denver pulls away, letting me take this moment with Camden.
I sink lower over his long manhood, the stretch of him agonizingly large and full. Pain and pleasure interweave with each other until my whole body is shaking. Finally, my clit reaches the dark curls at Cam’s base. I’ve managed to take him, and his dark blue eyes shine with pride.
“I knew you could do it,” Camden says, his voice rough and hoarse. “Now I need you to ride me.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I press my hands against his muscled chest for support. I move slowly at first, barely shifting until the pleasure overtakes any aches. Undulating my hips, I experiment with my rhythm until I find a position that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Cam says encouragingly. “You’re doing so well, getting so wet for me. I want to watch you make yourself feel good. I want to feel your slick dripping down me by the time I knot you.”
My head falls back as I groan with desire. Every dirty word out of his mouth drives me higher and higher, closer to my release. Without warning, he presses his thumb into my mouth, making me suck on it. His eyes darken as he watches my lips close around the digit, and I hollow out my cheeks to give him a show. I want him just as wild and undone as he has me. Once his thumb is wet with my saliva, he presses it to my clit, making me dizzy.
This close to my orgasm, I find new strength inside me. Horseback riding has helped me gain strength in new muscles, and I use every bit of that power to ride Camden’s cock. One of his hands grabs my hip with bruising toughness, while the other keeps bringing me closer toward coming. I feel his knot bulging beneath me, but I’m not scared now. It’s big, but I’ve taken it before. I can take it now.
“Come on, baby,” Camden demands, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hip. “I want you coming on my knot, or I don’t want you coming at all.”
My body shakes as his knot presses against my clit, the pressure pushing me over the edge. His knot forces inside me, and I’m coming for him, crying out his name. I catch a flash of his lopsided smile before I’m lost in a haze of electric sensation.
My arms collapse under me and I fall against his chest. His sharp teeth close on my shoulder, right next to Memphis’s bite. Our bond flickers to life while we both catch our breaths. My connection to Camden feels like sunshine, bright and warm, making any dark thoughts disappear in the strength of his light.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he says against my hair. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”