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Devlin breathes raggedly, each deep, urgent thrust causing his knot to expand further within me, building intense pressure that threatens to engulf us in its explosive potential. Ashton tightens his hold, his rhythm now erratic and desperate, mirroring Devlin’s.
The room resonates with our symphony—the harmonious blend of moans, gasps, and the distinct sound of skin against skin. The air is heavy with the scent of raw desire and the musky, intoxicating aromas of Devlin and Ashton. This heady mixture only serves to stoke the flames of our passion, driving us deeper into the realm of ecstatic release.
Ashton’s lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s both fierce and consuming, his tongue asserting dominance as we surrender to the raw intensity of the moment. Our bodies, entwined in a frenetic rhythm, pulse together, each shared thrust edging us closer to a precipice of unfathomable pleasure.
Devlin’s hold on me intensifies, his nails digging into my skin as he plunges deeper, each thrust more forceful than the last. The relentless pressure of his knot sends exhilarating shock waves through me, igniting every nerve with the fire of impending ecstasy.
Breaking our kiss, Ashton trails scorching kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, each touch leaving a path of searing heat. His hands, driven by a hunger as deep as my own, roam my body, igniting raging flames of desire that threaten to engulf me entirely.
Devlin’s movements become more fervent, his primal instincts surfacing as he claims me with unrestrained fervor. Each thrust propels me closer to the brink, heightening my craving for the climactic release. My body arches to meet his passionate surges.
In the background, Avery and Max, lost in their own world of passion, contribute to the sounds of pleasure that fill the room. Their entwined bodies, their shared moans, all merge into the tapestry of desire enveloping us.
The intensity escalates to an overwhelming crescendo, the building pleasure reaching a zenith of unbearable ecstasy. I let go, fully immersing myself in the sensations, embracing the tumultuous waves of euphoria.
Amidst this chaos, Ashton’s fingers deftly navigate between us, skillfully amplifying the pleasure at my most sensitive spot. This additional stimulation catapults me past the edge, shattering the last vestiges of restraint. A cry of pure pleasure escapes me, and my body is racked with convulsions, each wave of orgasmic force radiating through me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent in the aftermath of such profound bliss.
As the intense waves of pleasure slowly subside, my awareness of the world around me becomes hazy, enveloped in a blissful fog of sensations. Devlin, still moving within me, approaches his own peak. The pulsating rhythm of his knot inside me, coupled with the deep growls of pleasure emanating from him, intensifies the moment.
Ashton, also caught in the throes of his climax, moves with increasing fervor, urgency overtaking him. With a final, deep thrust, he reaches his release, spilling his essence into me, his body quivering in unison with mine.
Feeling Devlin’s hold on my hips strengthen, he also finds his climax, his body convulsing against mine in a powerful release.The sensation of his warmth filling me triggers another wave of pleasure, echoing the remnants of my own orgasm.
Exhausted, we collapse into a tangled heap of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and heavy in the aftermath of such intense passion.
As clarity gradually returns, I become acutely aware of Ashton’s fingers, still tenderly tracing patterns across my skin, a gentle reminder of the intimacy we share. Devlin’s arms hold me in a protective embrace, his presence a comforting warmth as we languish in the afterglow of our union.
In my mates’ arms, I discover a sense of peace that had previously eluded me. Their embrace represents more than just physical comfort—it’s a symbol of a future brimming with hope, love, and boundless possibilities. Together, we step forward into a life rich with promise, our hearts and souls intertwined in a bond that transcends time and circumstance.
Epilogue: Max
Six months later
“Stop that!” I reach over and smack Avery upside the head. Avery, quick on his feet, dances away from me, laughter spilling from his lips. I hate to admit it, but the sound sends a thrill through me each time.
“What, this?” He whistles again, further irking me.
I’d pounce on him, but we’re out in public, following up on a lead. Again. It’s been six months since Seraphina’s sabotaged heat—six months of learning to love and respect boundaries, of rebuilding, healing, and finding peace, all while our assailants remain at large.
Ironically, Finch, the heir apparent, has also vanished, a fact that infuriates Devlin. After we finally convinced Dev to leave the council’s troubles behind for a short while and accompany us southward on a boat, we got a lead.
Not to mention, Seraphina could go into heat at any moment. We hoped to reach the southern base and settle in our temporary nest, safeguarded by deltas and free from interruptions before it happens.
Even from afar, Thea actively denies her sister and Lex any moment of joy, a fact made clear by the timing of this lead on her sister’s whereabouts.
Ultimately, that’s what this boils down to—hope and happiness. Thea couldn’t bear to see Seraphina find happiness. She seemed pleased when Seraphina chose a life outside of a pack, wishing for her to endure a heat alone. When she discovered Seraphina’s plan to attend the gala, she sent Finch’s friends to intercept her at the shop, but Seraphina escaped, leaving Finch to handle it himself, as Grace revealed. All this was relayed to Grace by Thea under the assumption that she wasn’t listening or was too affected to understand.
Grace, my sweet sister, was listening. She noted every fact, and throughout her therapy, disclosed every detail. With her new pack’s support, she found the courage to heal and provide us with answers—answers that only deepened Seraphina’s and Lex’s wounds.
How sibling rivalry could twist so malevolently is a mystery I don’t think I’m meant to unravel, and even if I could, I’m not sure I’d want to. My desire to help those trapped in their own minds doesn’t blind me to my limits in assisting those beyond my reach.
Thea’s disdain for her siblings, her bitterness at their happiness, is profound. Despite choosing a different pack, she couldn’t stomach the thought of Seraphina or Lex finding joy, but happiness isn’t a competition—it’s an emotion everyone deserves.
The story of how Thea met Finch is darker and more convoluted than any of us imagined. He appeared one day at the institute, intending to discuss funding with the director, and that’s when he encountered Thea. It was a scent match made in some twisted fate.
Now, we’ve received a call from a modest beta hospital in the Northern Province, far from my mate. They found a baby abandoned at their doorstep with a note—a note bearing Lex’s and Seraphina’s names. Lex, understandably, refused to leave Grace’s side, given her fragile state. I can’t blame him, and in fact, I’m grateful. He’s become as much of a brother to me as Grace is a sister.
“You really think there’s a baby here?” Avery asks skeptically, doubting the authenticity of the note.
