Darius came next.
He lifted me into his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, and entered me with one smooth, devastating thrust. His silver eyes never left mine as he moved—slow, deep, claiming. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the tears that wouldn't stop falling.
"You're the center of our world," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "The heart that holds us together. We were broken before you. Fragments. You made us whole."
I sobbed his name as I came, and he swallowed the sound with a kiss, his own release flooding me as his body shuddered against mine.
And finally, Selene.
She laid me back against the pillows and settled between my thighs, her emerald eyes bright with love and desire. Her mouth found my clit—already sensitive, already aching—and she worshipped me with slow, devastating strokes of her tongue. Her fingers pressed inside me, curling against that perfect spot, and I felt her magic pulse through me—green and growing, nurturing and fierce.
"You're mine," she murmured against my flesh. "Ours. And we're yours. Forever."
I came with a scream, my back arching off the bed, my hands fisting in her dark hair. She worked me through it, gentling her touch but never stopping, drawing out every last pulse until I was boneless and sobbing and utterly, completely claimed.
They gathered me into their arms—Lucien's warmth at my back, Azrael's cool presence at my side, Darius's steadystrength beneath my head, Selene's gentle fingers stroking my hair. I was covered in their releases, marked by their love bites, wearing nothing but the ring that glowed softly on my finger.
I had never felt more loved. More cherished. Morehome.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying and screaming and pouring out every emotion I'd been holding. "Thank you for choosing me. For loving me. For making me yours."
"Thankyou," Selene murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "For choosing us. For loving us. For making us whole."
Lucien's arms tightened around me. "We're a family now. Really, truly, forever."
"Forever," Azrael echoed, his golden eyes soft.
"Forever," Darius agreed, his silver gaze warm.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, surrounded by warmth and safety and the quiet, steady pulse of the bond that connected us all. The ring on my finger hummed with their love—a constant reminder of the vows we'd exchanged, the promises we'd made, the family we'd become.
I was theirs. They were mine.
And nothing—not time, not distance, not all the forces of the supernatural world—would ever change that.
We were unbreakable.
We wereus.
And we were just beginning.
I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sensation of being watched.
Four sets of eyes looked down at me—silver, amber, gold, and emerald—each filled with varying degrees of love and satisfaction and possessive pride. I was still tangled in their arms, still covered in the evidence of their claiming, still wearing nothing but the ring.
"Good morning," I murmured, my voice rough with sleep.
"Good morning," they answered in unison, and the sound made my heart swell.
Selene pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Breakfast is waiting. And then we have plans."
"Plans?"
Darius's silver eyes glinted. "The coven is neutralized. The detective is being investigated. Our business is secure. I thought we might take a day. Just the five of us. To celebrate."
"Celebrate how?"
Lucien's amber eyes darkened with hunger. "I have some ideas."
