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Chapter fifty-five

VIOLET

Planning and plotting. That’s what the last week’s been all about in between each of our Alphas cradling me against their chest as if I’m something to break. And for a little bit, I was. However, it’s Hawk that gets all grumbly, stealing me away in the mornings to hold me on the couch. I fucking love the attention and I need it more than ever. Sofie’s little giggles as Gray and Lance focus on her is everything too. Even Puma can be found talking to her about art, her little nose scrunched up in annoyance as she seeks an out.

I’ve found comfort in the routine of doing very little, working beside Gray as he visits the few clients who don’t hate us. Pointing out where to put things, what to add, and then stealing kisses in the expensive nooks when no one’s looking. It feels like a fucking dream as I come back out of my shell, the horrors of those moments with Marion slowly fading away.

He’s still there at the edge of my consciousness but I keep telling myself that he didn’t get me. That I didn’t suffer. That I’m okay. And I am. I truly am. Something everyone in this house keeps reminding me of.

There’s been endless discussions at the dining table, the kitchen counter, the living room floor as they flesh out an idea I threw out on a whim. Apparently, it was perfect, although Banks thinks we’re walking into the line of fire. They all have their quirks, their way of showing Sofie and I they care, that they love us. Words that I’m trying to find the right time to say. There’s never a right time which is why I’m hoping that in the next several hours, they all hear it from me.

I glance over at Sofie, sprawled out on Puma’s bed as I shimmy into the dress for tonight’s affairs. It’s some obscene purple thing that nearly cuts all the way up my thigh, showing off a little more skin than I’m used to. Gray picked it out—said that it would be perfect. I think he’s just trying to get me fucked by one of our other Alphas before the night’s over. I’m not complaining, though.

Tugging at the fabric, I try to resituate it but there’s no hiding the cleavage—something else Gray probably did on purpose. My gaze falls on the low cut-V, the way it hugs every curve and the shining bite on my shoulder. I’d been avoiding the conversation for days, curling into myself after that incident with Marion. Hawk was really the one that drew me out of that funk, his brother always just around the corner keeping me out of my head.

And it was just yesterday that I fell into their arms, both of them giving me the last piece of the puzzle.

Hawk follows me into the bathroom after he announced that I was taking a shower. I catch the smirk playing on his lips, the boyish charm making an appearance that only seems to come out when it’s just us or us and his brother.

“Is there something you need, Alpha?” I purr, suddenly feeling confident with his dark eyes trained on me. His nostrils flare as I shrug off my shirt and then start on my pants. “Because suggesting that I need a shower makes me think you’re telling me I stink. Is that right?”

I’m only in my panties at this point, having forgone a bra since I’m just walking around the house. It drives my Alphas wild and I catch Sofie staring every once in a while. The self-confidence boost it gives me is amazing. Hawk doesn’t say anything, still watching as I step over to the shower and turn the knob, wiggling my ass just enough to keep his attention. The growl that follows as he stalks toward me tells me what his intentions are but I twirl around, shaking my head.

“No, you said a shower. That’s what we’re doing here.” I grin up at him, his hands falling to my hips. He’s breathing just a little too hard as he hooks his fingers into my panties and then rips them off of me. A yelp tears from my throat as he walks me into the shower, plastering me against the wall, his lips immediately on mine.

I chuckle into the kiss, clawing at his clothes, demanding more than he’s already giving. I’ve been working up to this moment—the one where I add to my bonds because I can’t stand not being part of everything they’re giving me. Puma told me to take. So, I’m taking.

“You should have stripped outside the fucking shower, brother.”

“Only need my cock to get the job done.”

I squeal as the buttons on his shirt spray across the shower, water seeping into his sweats, showing the full outline of his cock. He hoists me up against the wall, my legs immediately around his waist. “I thought we were showering!”

Hawk silences my playful comment with more kisses before his lips are trailing down the side of my neck, hovering inches from where Puma left his bite. “Trouble, tell me I can—we can. Fuck, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

A gasp falls from my lips as my head hits the tile behind me, my gaze following Lance as he steps into the shower with us, gloriously naked. An expanse of dark tatted skin stares back at me as Hawk maneuvers us until I’m between the both of them. “Do you two do everything as a team?”

“Answer the question, Vi,” Lance purrs against the back of my neck.

“More than ready.”

And I am. I don’t expect them to go easy on me and yet, they’re so gentle, Hawk reaching beneath my ass to undo his pants. He slowly walks us back toward the wall again but this time, I’m up against Lance’s chest, his cock wedged against my ass. My breath catches as I cling to Hawk, the Alpha slowly guiding his cock into me.

“How—how is this going to work?” I breathe out, Hawk already rocking against me. Lance kisses my jaw down to my shoulder, pleasure already thrumming through me.

“I asked you once before if I could knot you here.” His fingers cut through the seam of my ass, catching on my hole. “If I could be the first one to make you feel so goddamn full that all you could think of was me—us.” I’m vibrating between them, my pussy strangling Hawk as Lance rocks against my ass. “I can feel that you want it, Violet but I need your words. Give me your words, sweetie.”

“Yes, god yes.”

Just the idea of being that full has me clenching around Hawk, my fingers digging into his arms as he steps back just enough to give Lance room to move. The cold sensation pressed to my ass has me jumping forward, Hawk sinking further into me as I cling to him. “Relax, Trouble. Just focus on me,” Hawk purrs, dragging me into a kiss as his hands fall to my ass. He slowly pulls my cheeks apart, Lance swirling two fingers around my puckered hole.

It's been a long goddamn time since someone’s fucked me there but it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. There's the sound of a cap and then a bottle being squeezed, my gaze darting to shower shelf as Lance places a small container of lube. I wonder if they placed that in here knowing what would happen or if it's always been in here. Lance is gentle as he preps me, even if there’s a sense of urgency that follows it, two fingers slipping in before I know it. My head is buried in Hawk’s shoulder, my cries muffled until Lance is once again at my back, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole.

“Ready?”

I manage a nod, whining as the stretch is nothing like I’ve felt before. Hawk already inside of me, I feel like I’m slowly getting ripped apart, my body on fire in the best of ways. No doubt Puma and Gray can feel this through the bond, Sofie most likely going to drag Gray off into her nest for relief. I wonder if Puma would ever fuck into Gray as he takes our Omega—

“Focus, sweetie. Brother, I think she needs a little reminder to stay in the moment.”

My chuckle dies off as Lance continues to push inside of me, my nerves pulled tight until I’m fully stuffed with two Alpha cocks, ensnared in the twins’ embraces. I can hardly breathe, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, a floating feeling falling over me the longer we stand here.

And then Hawk moves, pulling out and thrusting back in so hard I see stars. My scream reverberates against the tile, Lance and Hawk moving in opposite rhythms, driving me fucking crazy as I try to tame the sounds coming from my mouth.

“No, we’re doing that. I want to hear them, sweetie. I want to hear every last noise you make because of us. The whole damn house should hear you as we give you the pleasure you desire. God, you’re perfect for us, squeezing my cock so damn tight,” Lance growls out the last few words, one of his hands snaking up my front to grab my tit, the other gripping the front of my throat in uneven pulses.

Both of Hawk’s hands are settled on my waist, a punishing grip keeping me from directing any movement as he kisses the life out of me. I’m going to die happy between these two men as they control my pleasure. Every time I feel like I’m going to fall over the edge, they slow down, prolonging the sensations until frustration starts to build, my body whining for relief. I’m so fucking full, both of them using me like I belong to them.

And god, I totally do.

There’s just one problem.

“Don’t knot me in the shower!”

A rumble of laughter follows as Hawk slips out of me, stalking into the bedroom without a care. Lance is right behind him, one of his arms wrapped around my chest just beneath my tits as he carries me on his cock into the bedroom. It’s a very odd sensation as I hang there, Lance stuffed in my ass, the slight pull making me whine for the relief I so desperately need.

I don’t have to wait long as Lance sits on the bed and leans back, pulling me with him so that I’m splayed out over him. Hawk slips right back in, his purr rattling through his chest until I’m once again caught between the twins—a mixture of citrus and mint filling my nose. It works so perfectly as I lose myself to their touch, memorizing their scents, their bodies, and everything in between.

And then comes the small bite of pain as Lance digs his teeth into my skin, right beside Puma’s. I shatter just like that, screaming into yet another kiss, Hawk's touch grounding me until I taste copper on my tongue. I’m about to yell at Hawk for fucking biting my goddamn lip but I can’t even think, both of them surging forward, their knots slipping inside of me, swelling and locking us together.

They come at the same time, the combination of their release and their rapidly expanding knots making my back arch up off of Lance. I growl into Hawk’s mouth as the last of the bonds snap into place, the twins’ deviance meshing with Gray’s laid back personality and Puma’s grounding one.

“How’s that feel, Trouble?”

“Like you goddamn bit me on the lip! What the fuck is wrong with you and Gray?”

Hawk grins, still rocking his knot inside of me as he hovers over my lips. “Because then all it takes is a kiss to make you melt.” As if to make a point, he sucks on my bottom lip, grinning as I shudder and come again around their knots. “When my knot comes down, I’m going to fuck you properly, Trouble.”

“Wasn't this…”

“No. It wasn’t. And if you think either of us is done with you, you have another thing coming.”

They fucked me unconscious, until my throat was hoarse, and I could barely move. Even now, there’s still a tremor running through my body, my legs threatening to give out. No one is allowed anywhere near my pussy for at least two days. Or my ass. God, they knotted me so many times, my sorry ass crying out for me as they owned me, used me, loved me.

I run my finger across my lip, a shiver running down my spine as Hawk seemingly responds across the bond. He’s been trying to kiss me most of the morning and when Gray found out, he’s made it his mission to make me fall apart. My only saving grace was Sofie laughing at me and Lance telling her that she was going to suffer the same fate.

And now, we’re here, dressed in clothing that’s worth more than my entire salary. I glance over at the glittery gown Sofie chose out of Gray’s options. Her eyes just about jumped out of her head as she saw it and I knew she’d pick it over anything else. It wasn’t even about standing out. It was the fact that it was shiny and I don’t blame her. It’s gorgeous.

I glance over to see her giggling into her phone, no doubt messaging Camila. It’s been wonderful seeing her bloom right alongside me, the two of them thick as thieves all over again. We’ll squirrel away somewhere and bother Camila until Sofie shoos me away, saying that she needs to talk to her privately. There’s been a time or two our Alphas or Camila’s have had to end the call, saying it was time for bed. Sofie and I always end up grinning at each other like teenagers caught sneaking out, but there’s comfort in knowing that even if everything else feels uncertain, this—us, here, now—is steady.

And now, we’re about to hopefully end this saga of whatever bastard is messing with my family.

“Ready for this Sofie?” I ask, my Omega crawling off the bed to stand beside me. I turn to lean down and kiss her, a spark of lust drifting through the bond, slamming into me all at once. Apparently, it doesn’t matter who kisses me before I go all weak-kneed, Sofie’s scent sweetening as she pulls away from me.

She lets out a little moan, a frustrated growl following. “This is highly inconvenient. I just want to kiss you. Why do I now need sex?”

I snort at her scrunched up nose, pulling her against my chest. “Welcome to the world of being an Omega, baby. But hey, now it’s almost like a beacon. We don’t even have to call them. Just come find me and I’m sure one or all of them will come running.” I have too many goddamn plans on how I’m going to weaponize Hawk’s bite against him.

He’s in a meeting, needing to stay focused? Not anymore. The bastard on the phone with a client? Great time for a distraction. On the way home, stuck in traffic? I’m going to torture the shit out of him. Hell, I’m going to do the same with Gray too.

Five minutes later, we’re touring the open hallways and show rooms that are kept locked off for the most part. Puma took us on a tour and I was awed by how much room this estate has and how little the four Alphas actually use. In fact, they kind of just exist in that one wing for the most part. We weave in and around tables crowded with finger foods, fancy hors d’oeuvres that look like they belong in some upscale downtown restaurant and delicate pastries that Sofie’s already been eyeing since they appeared this morning.

Somewhere, a string quartet plays an elegant, muted piece—nothing too heavy, just a faint backdrop to the low murmur of voices drifting through the rooms. I’ve never seen this many people here at once. Caterers in crisp uniforms dart back and forth, setting trays on pristine white linens, whispering about when to serve what. They move like a well-oiled machine, even as the occasional laugh or clink of silverware breaks the illusion of total order. Guests are already starting to arrive, slipping into the main hall as they enter. They’re grabbing champagne and whispering away as they point toward paintings I’ve never seen. I’ve been so fucking focused on building this life with my mates that I kind of forgot how much wealth and beauty is in this house.

Paintings cover the walls, all carefully spaced, perfectly lit. Each one is unique—bold strokes, intricate details, colors that seem to shift and shimmer the longer you stare. And there’s more than just paintings. Sculptures sit on pedestals, their marble and bronze surfaces gleaming under the soft lighting. Photographs, too—large black-and-white prints that manage to feel both modern and timeless. The house has been transformed into a gallery, every room an exhibition.

I’m awed at how much is here and how little Puma boasts his wealth. There’s a regal air to almost everything he does but he doesn’t wear what he’s worth on his sleeve. It’s only when you actually see it do you realize how deep it goes.

“God, look at this one.” I stop in front of a massive piece—a swirl of blues and silvers, the brushstrokes chaotic and precise at the same time. Sofie’s standing just behind me, leaning on my shoulder as she stares at it. “It’s like… it’s like the ocean at night, you know?”

She giggles. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. But you’re happy, so I love it.”

I elbow her lightly, smiling. “I’m serious, baby. You don’t see it? It’s all dark and stormy and—”

“I see pretty colors,” she cuts in, laughing. “And I see you totally geeking out over this stuff.”

“Whatever,” I mutter, though I can’t help the grin tugging at my lips. I move on to the next piece, then the next, pointing things out to her as she follows along. Art has never truly been my thing. I never wanted it to factor into my profession but I realize I’ve fallen in love with it, even more so because it’s my Alphas’ world. “This one—look at the texture here. You can actually see the layers of paint. It’s almost sculptural.”

She hums, tilting her head as if considering it. “It’s nice. You’re learning lots of big words from Gray,” she says, then shrugs. “But you know what? I’d rather look at you.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

She just grins. And it’s that grin, that warmth, that makes everything feel lighter. We lose track of time wandering like that until we circle back around to the living room. It’s like we’ve interrupted some kind of Alpha pow-wow. Gray, Puma, Lance, and Hawk are all standing there, looking like they’ve stepped out of the pages of some absurdly high-end fashion magazine. Even Gray, who usually has that whole laid-back, “I don’t give a fuck” vibe, is in a tailored suit, hair brushed out and neat. For a moment, I just blink at them, because damn, they’re a sight to behold.

Gray’s the first to break the silence, his lips curving into that boyish, mischievous grin he always has when he’s about to say something that’ll get him into trouble. “I thought girls take forever to dress up and pamper,” he teases. “You guys got ready faster than we did.”

Sofie gasps, spinning in her dress to show it off. The fabric flares out slightly before falling perfectly into place again. “Are you saying I’m not pretty without makeup?” she asks, wide-eyed and all mock-hurt. It’s impossible not to smile at her theatrics, the way she’s got everyone’s attention in an instant.

Gray’s grin falters as he tries to backpedal. “What? No! That’s not what I meant—”

I can’t help but laugh at his stumbling. Poor guy walked right into that one. Before he can dig himself in deeper, I step forward, sliding an arm around Sofie’s waist and pulling her close. “You’re perfect,” I say, my voice soft but sure. “Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Sofie beams up at me as I steal a kiss, loving the way my Alphas grumble at the heat that blooms between the six of us. I already know that one of them is going to try and start something as I pull away, shaking my head. “We have a party to attend. One that you all are throwing. No funny business.”

Hawk’s already wiggling his eyebrows and I know that I’ll be paying for it later. Puma steps up to us, the warm smile on his face tortured by the weight of the cases against the Ashford Pack. “You both look gorgeous and I can’t wait to show everyone the women we’ve brought into our pack.” He runs his fingers along his bite on my shoulder at the same time he touches Sofie’s pack bond. “I just ask one thing of you. Stay beside one of us at all times. As much as I think the culprit will be here just for flair, I need to make sure you two are protected.”

“Absolutely.” There’s no hesitation in my voice. I don’t want a repeat of Marion and I’m no longer going off to be a martyr. There’s going to be security here and a few officers as well as Banks. There’s no need to be a hero. The only point of this party is to lure them out of the shadows.

We’ve spent too long planning this that I need it to go off without a hitch.