“No surprise there,” I murmur, because everything about this woman is made to satisfy us. As infuriating as she can be, I love Abbie’s stubborn pride and resilient spirit. I love the fact that despite her suffering, she still cares so much about righting the wrongs of the world. It’s only caring about herself that we need to correct. “You’ve had a lot worse than a few swats, sweetheart,” I remind her, running my fingers over the scars on her back. It still makes my brain blank out to think how she got them – and how I contributed to that suffering – but I keep my touch light. She doesn’t jerk as hard as she used to, but I can still feel a tremble of tension run up her spine. “When I’ve finished spanking your ass, I’m gonna rub some soothing cream into them. How does that sound?”
She gives a soft murmur of assent, and I pinch the darkest part of her cheeks, making her hiss. “What was that for? I’m beinggood!”
“Just warming you up for the grand finale.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but Bluff hums and presses his thumb into her mouth. For all her prickly vibes, she doesn’t hesitate to suck it between her pouty lips, another bloom of slick filling the air. “Speaking of grand finales,” he says, studying her face, “she came on my beer bottle so hard, I thought she was gonna clear the quad with her scream.”
I blink at him, my hand twitching over her ass, caught between paddling her and stranglinghim. “Are you telling me that’s how you spentmovie night?”
Bluff grins at me, pulling his thumb free and sucking it clean. “If you weren’t so obsessed with your little space operas, you could have been the one she was blowing under the blanket.”
I groan, my dick now as hard as iron. I deliver the remaining swats quickly, but by the end she’s a mess, tears dripping off her nose and her thighs so slick, she’s a hair trigger from coming. I run my fingers through her pussy, enjoying the way her walls flutter, and then focus on her clit. It takes barely any pressure at all before she’s coming apart, Bluff crooning and licking up her tears as she sobs through her release.
It’s no surprise that she’s woken Pitt and Wings, and they sit up to watch me rub the healing cream into Abbie’s back. A couple of swipes across her red ass and she’s begging me to stop, so I carry her over to the bed, settling her against Wings’ chest. Pitt has rolled behind him, his mouth on his claiming bite and his hand moving slowly under the covers. Their scents have blended with their bond, alpine forest and dark chocolate filling the air, and I feel a rush of peace at the sight of them together. Like our pack has another dimension that will only get stronger as they get closer.
I crawl up next to Abbie, but Bluff stretches out across the base of the bed and props his head on his arm. Every one of his scars are on display, and I feel another jolt of contentment. Thistime, for the wounded brother who’s finally come in from the cold.
“You can’t sleep down there,” Abbie protests, scrubbing the tears off her face. “There’s room for you next to Ark.”
Bluff rolls onto his back and gives his hard cock a tug. “I like keeping an eye on the door.”
“Plus, you’re in the best place to snag Abbie when she goes to the bathroom,” Pitt adds, chuckling into the back of Wings’ neck. “Get ready for a midnight ambush, butterfly.”
Abbie snorts, but Wings is staring at her with his heart in his eyes. He traces a tear trail down her flushed cheek, before hooking her hair behind her ear. “Just as long as someone has an eye on her, I’m okay.”
She bites her lip, pressing her fingers to his downturned mouth. “I’m sorry, Wings. And I promised I’m going to be so in your face, you’ll get sick of the sight of me.”
He sighs, but finally pulls her close to kiss her hair. She lets him nuzzle her for a moment, but she eventually crawls over him, slinging a thigh over his hips. He rolls onto his back, a smile slowly blooming on his face as she braces her arms and peers down at him. “Do you love me, soulmate, or have I ruined that forever?”
There’s such longing and hope in her voice, we can’t help but lean in, watching our two omegas work through a bond that defies designations. It’s just them. Abbie’s fiery heart to the sweet balm of Wings’ devotion.
His fingers drift over her throat, clicking his tongue at his mangled tattoo under our claiming bites. “Well, it looks like bonds are even more permanent than ink, so I guess when we say forever, we better fucking mean it.”
She leans down, smiling into his sparkling gray eyes. “Then let’s celebrate our forever, mate.”
Epilogue: ABBIE
Three months later
“So, have you thought about baby names yet?” I ask Lyla as we clean up after the last patient. Most of the omegas in the club are helping out in the medical center, since another successful raid with the Flaming Chains means we’re at full capacity. I went along as a pair of extra hands for Patch, and I was both horrified and inspired by what I saw that night. I volunteered to take on some of the most serious trauma cases, and while I’m still trying to fit in the occasional shift at the omega clinic, I’ve decided that I’m stretched too thin. As much as I want to help every omega who crosses my path, my heart is with the club, and I want to focus my efforts here.
“Of course,” Lyla says as she places a new sterilized pad on the bed, ready for the next patient. “Tricks wants to make the baby a whole bunch of Flyers’ outfits, so I have to give her some advance notice of the gender at least.”
I chuckle, imagining a miniature Lyla in a bedazzled biker onesie. It’s not hard, since Jedi has a whole wardrobe of cute outfits that he keeps outgrowing. “Any hints? Asking for afriend.”
“Well, if it’s a boy, we’re thinking Robert, and if it’s a girl Sienna.” I stare at her in shock and she bites her lip, looking uncertain. “Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”
“Of course,” I whisper, a tiny ache unfurling in my chest that she’d consider using my parents’ names. They were Patch and Glory’s best friends, but Lyla doesn’t have any connection to them except through me. “Thanks for thinking of them.”
She leans over to give me a quick hug. “Your family is the foundation of this club, Abbie. It’s only right that we honor them if we can.”
I nod, dashing away a tear as I finish prepping the treatment bay. Late afternoon shadows are creeping into the room, reminding me that I’m already an hour past the end of my shift. If I don’t get a move along, one of the guys will no doubt be by soon to literally sweep me off my feet.
“I’ll see you at the party later?” I ask as I hurry to the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Three of my favorite people are joining the council.”
I do a quick calculation in my head. Yep, I think I’m included in that number, even though I’m still getting used to the fact that I’m the Iron Flyers’ Secretary. After Precious resigned from the position, it was a running joke between me and Ark that I’d take on the role. It made sense, since one of my favorite games is to wear something slinky to his office and distract him from his paperwork. Somehow, after fucking me on his desk, I got into the habit of fixing his filing system, and the next moment my name was up for the seat on the council.
