“The visions aren’t always accurate,” I reply. “I’ve had a few, and tried to make sense of them, but we were foolish to follow them like we did. We could have easily been killed.”
“Doesn’t change what I saw,” Daisy says. “I don’t age, Ansley. I asked Lucifer and he said your blood has likely made me immortal, just like the angels are. I can die, but it won’t be from old age… Or vampires, I guess.”
“Damn,” I say, tearing up a little. “But in your vision, you saw Joanna? She was an Alpha? You’re sure?”
“Positive. She was the biggest wolf there and highly respected. They all followed her, even her mates.”
“Mates? Plural?” I can’t stop my hand flying to my mouth.
“Guess it runs in the family,” Daisy laughs, but then it fades. “But based on what I’ve heard from Lucifer, immortality isn’t a blessing. I’m going to be very lonely, unless…” She glances back at Gabriel’s door. “I don’t know. Maybe immortality isn’t the first thing I should look for in a guy, but it seems better than burying someone after loving them.”
“Maybe,” I say, hugging my best friend. “No matter what, you’ll have us, as long as we’re on this Earth. Then Joanna. My other children. Their children. You’ll always have a pack, Daisy.”
“Pack bartender. Pack midwife,” Daisy sighs, then I hear a sniffle. “But being your best friend… your Mitra. Nothing will ever mean more than that.”
“You’ve still got one more title to add,” I say. “Now that we’re finally safe, there will be a wedding. You’re going to be my maid of honor.”
“First you don’t make them take you out on proper dates and now you’re just going to marry them?” she scolds playfully, then she grins. “I’m honored, Ansley. I’ll be happy to stand by your side.”
“Thank you, Daisy,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“Wait, does this mean Lucifer is going to walk you down the aisle!?” she asks.
“I… I hadn’t thought of it, but… maybe,” I reply, undoubtedly with a hopeful expression on my face.
It’s something most girls imagine. Their father walking them down the aisle on their wedding day. It was never an option for me, but, in the most unexpected way possible, now it is.
We hug and cry together over a future we never could have imagined in our wildest dreams just a few months ago. Daisy is immortal. In some ways I wonder if saving her will turn out to have been a blessing or a curse. But who really knows what the future holds? I don’t, even if a vision shows me something. All that matters is that we’re safe now, and together.
Like most nights, our evening turns into a celebration. Even after a week, the thrill of battle hasn’t worn off. We mourn the price of that victory and the Scions that fell, but the world is safe now. There are no more Crimson Templars hunting us. Our children will grow up in a world where they won’t know the kind of fear that sent the Scions into hiding. They will never witness the abject terror I saw on the faces of my mighty and brave mates.
Once Joanna is settled in her crib, Lucifer has retired for the evening, and Daisy has gone to tend to Gabriel before she goes to bed, I walk into the bedroom with my mates. My pack. The five men I will soon wed. Our future has never felt brighter, even if it is a future I could never have possibly envisioned. It’s perfectfor us.
“Shouldn’t be much longer now, mate,” Hayden murmurs, nibbling at my neck.
“For what?” I ask, leaning against him as my other mates begin removing my clothes and theirs.
“Your next heat,” Remy growls. “And if it’s anything like the last one, you’ll have another wolf in your belly when it’s over.”
“So soon…?” I gasp and stop talking when Wyatt kneels between my legs and begins licking my clit.
“Now that we’ve tasted your scent when you’re heat, we can tell when it’s coming,” Jaxton rumbles, shedding his clothes. “It’s already so sweet we’re going to have to taste you before we fuck you every night.”
“I’ll never complain about that,” I moan, running a hand through Wyatt’s hair and grinding my pussy into his mouth.
Storm guides me to the bed. Wyatt’s tongue never leaves my clit. I sink into the mattress, my fingers digging into Wyatt’s scalp.
“Let him taste how sweet you are,” Hayden rumbles, watching as Wyatt’s gentle ministrations continue. “How close you are to going into heat.”
I whimper as Wyatt’s tongue circles my clit gently, with just enough pressure to make me writhe. His tongue gets a little faster and then he moves lower, licking my entrance a few times before he pushes in. My thighs tremble and Storm holds one leg while Remy holds the other, spreading me wide. Just when I think it can’t get any better, Jaxton starts fondling my breasts and Hayden leans down, licking my clit while Wyatt’s tongue moves inside me.
“Hayden can’t even wait for Wyatt to finish,” Storm chuckles.
“Too fucking good,” Hayden mumbles, his voice vibrating into my core.
I ride Wyatt’s tongue until I can’t stand it anymore. One tongue inside me, one furiously licking my clit, another mouthsucking on my tender nipple. It’s way too intense. My hips buck as the orgasm sweeps through me. Wyatt’s tongue keeps gently stroking the sensitive spot until the orgasm fades, then Hayden takes over, sliding between my thighs, his larger tongue spreading my folds before he plunges into my entrance.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” I whisper.
