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“I was fitting him for his jacket.” A smile plays around Kate’s mouth, but there’s a definite hunger in her eyes as she stares at our pack alpha. “He told me an uber knot was just a matter of logistics, and it wasn’t any different to his big toe.”
“I said my foot,” Bram rumbles, tucking them under the blanket like shy petals.
“But it didn’tfeellike a foot,” Kate goes on, blinking at him with her big, gray eyes. “Or taste like it, for that matter.”
Lachlan coughs, his hand inching down his chest. “You sucked his cock in his office?”
“I worshipped his knot,” Kate corrects him, close enough to dip her head and repeat the gesture. “But I could do with some help.”
She doesn’t need to repeat the suggestion, Dash and Lachlan joining her between Bram’s thighs, silky heads bobbing as theylap and kiss his knot. It’s flushed the color of a freshly cut ruby, and in moments it’s gleaming from their slick mouths. Bram sinks back on his hands, his face slack with pleasure. “Oh, fuck.”
It’s not often I hear Bram curse, and I smile as I slip behind him, kissing his flushed neck. “Only what you deserve, pack alpha.”
He groans, and we all worship him for a while, just like Kate invited us to do. “Are you happy, Alpha?” I breathe against his ear, his heart pounding under my palm.
“I feel like I’ll blink and miss the best moment of my life.”
I tighten my arm around him. “Not possible. We have an omega heat and an alpha rut to get through. We’ll be doing this fordays,mijn broer.”
He groans again, but then he turns and kisses me softly on the mouth. “I love you, Corbus. Without you, none of this would work.”
As I stroke his cheek, I think of my mother, alone in her ice castle, and of my father, who gave me nothing but a title and the belief that I’d never be enough. WithoutBram, I’m not sure I would even be here. “We found each other,” I tell him. “That’s all that matters.”
He nods, and by silent agreement, we draw our packmates into our arms. I take Lachlan, while the omegas cling together, Dash fitting against Kate’s back as she climbs into Bram’s lap.
“Let the training commence,” Dash hums, his hands busy between them as Kate grips Bram’s shoulders. She sinks down slowly, Dash whispering in her ear as she opens her body to their alpha’s cock. It’s a stretch, but she’s determined, her slick so thick it is trickling down Bram’s thighs. A whine slips past her lips, her back flexing and her hips rocking as she strains to take those last few inches. We all pause to watch her settle on his knot, that throbbing, gleaming jewel sliding inside her like it was made for that setting.
For a while we’re lost to the pull of our bodies, and the hum of our bonds, crackling in the air like live wires. Dash moves between us, petting and praising, his tongue and fingers easing the way. He strokes and kisses us until we’re nothing but a tangle of panting, slapping flesh.
It could be minutes or hours before I sink my teeth into Lachlan’s straining throat, our fingers locked together as tightly as the bond snaps in my chest.
“Corbus?”
I can barely lift my head around the pulse of my knot and the taste of sunshine dancing on my tongue. “What is it,mijn broer?”
“I can smell it.” He bends his head, a look of awe on his face as he laps at the enormous bite he’s carved into Kate’s scent gland. “I can smell orange blossom.”
EPILOGUE - KATE
Twelve months later
After a whirlwind tour of Europe’s top fashion houses and private art galleries, we finish our vacation at Corbus’ estate in Spain, just in time for his thirty-third birthday. As if that isn’t magical enough, before we left New York, I hosted my first solo show for Valentine Designs. We held it in the back room of the salon on Fifth Avenue, and while Max Colt was my primary model, Dash surprised me by strutting the catwalk in his original opening night jacket. I thought I’d reached the pinnacle of professional pride until Bram climbed onto the stage in one of his custom-fit tuxedos and showed everyone that power and charisma never go out of style.
I’m not surprised that I’m now receiving just as many requests for jackets as ballgowns. Dash’s production of tragic, apocalyptic love was a roaring success, with plans for a limited international tour, while Bram has graced the cover of three different financial magazines. He’s still happiest in the boardroom of Paragon, but he’s learned to embrace his uber nature, which also works to our favor in the bedroom.
I clench my thighs as I roll over on my beach towel, the floppyhat Lachlan bought me keeping the worst of the sun from my eyes. My fingers flutter to my scent gland, liberally coated in a special cream I’ve been developing with Grace Rose. It’s part of a therapeutic range she’s released under her Worthy brand, and while Bram covered my scar with a mating bite the size of a lunar crater, I can still sympathize with the stigma that other unbonded face.
“Here’s another article about your show,” Lachlan tells me, tilting his iPad in my direction. “There’s a quote from the mayor’s wife, declaring it the most creative and original campaign of the season.”
I snort, since I’m pretty sure she wasn’t even at the event. One of the benefits of having a solo show was that I got to vet the guest list, so there wasn’t a Suzanna LaGrange or a Mrs. Olsen in sight.
“You’ll get sick of that by the time we leave.” I smile at the way Dash is inhaling the blossom he plucked on the way to the beach. Corbus wasn’t joking about the scent of orange blossom in the air – or the fact that he owns a ‘patch of beach’. We must have different definitions of a patch, since I can’t see another person in either direction, warm sand and sparkling water spread out in front of us like our own slice of paradise.
“I’ll never get tired of it,” Dash declares, rolling the petals over the tiny triangle of my bikini. “It’s sunshine in flower form.”
“That’s Lachlan to me,” I muse, leaning over to kiss my beautiful beta mate. “If I could bottle it, I’d bathe in it.”
“Yep, he’s a very special petal,” Dash coos, then scrunches his nose at the iPad propped against the picnic basket. “Are youworkingon our pack vacation, QB?”
