Page 138 of Claimed By the Psychos

Bane's knot is swelling already, bumping against me with each thrust, and I fucking need it. I need it like I need air, water, these men I can't imagine how I ever lived without. All of them.

One more thrust and it's over. My control shatters and I come around his cock, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching down on that hard knot that locks against the exact right spot inside me, making me see colors that don't exist.

"Mark me," I demand against Bane's scarred mouth, my body still quaking with the orgasm. "Make me yours."

His teeth sink into my shoulder, completing the pattern, and the bond that snaps into place is so intense I might actually black out for half a second. When I come back to planet earth, he's licking the mark, whispering "I love you" over and over like a prayer.

"Love you too," I manage, my voice wrecked. "Love all of you."

"Fuck," Felix moans, his hips trembling, his hand fisted in the back of Elias' hair. "Archer, I'm?—"

Archer just renews his efforts, gripping Felix's hips as he suctions around the crown. Then Felix is spiraling over the same edge I just went over, a familiar growl on his lips and a purr the same frequency as mine in his chest.

When Bane's knot finally goes down and he pulls out, we're all a tangle of limbs in the nest. I'm surrounded by my alphas, my Felix, my pack. Felix curled against my left side, Archer on my right, Carlisle's head on my thigh, Elias pressed against my back, and Bane's hand in my hair.

The marks throb in unison with my heartbeat, a constant reminder that I'm theirs and they're mine. The shadows have gone completely quiet. Even they don't have words for what just happened.

"So," Carlisle says conversationally, like we haven't just all fucked ourselves into another dimension of bliss, "what's for dinner?"

I laugh, bright and genuine and free. "You. You're for dinner. All of you. This heat's just getting started."

"Insatiable," Elias murmurs against my neck, but he's smiling.

"You love it," I counter.

"We do," Bane agrees, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "We really do."

Felix's hand finds mine, our fingers interlocking like the marks on my neck, like our lives, like everything we've built from the ashes of what tried to destroy us.

I'm marked. Claimed. Part of a pack that shouldn't work but does. An omega who sees shadows, a doctor who's ended more lives than he's saved, an ex-soldier with as many emotional scars as medals of valor, a psychopath who's capable of love deeper than he ever imagined, an ex-cop who broke all the rules in the book, and a contract killer who defies all classification butours.

We're a disaster.

A beautiful, violent, perfect disaster.

And I've never been happier.

The thought settles in my chest like sunshine, warming me from the inside out.Thisis what happiness feels like. Not the manic high of survival or the sharp pleasure of revenge, but this quiet contentment of being exactly where I belong, with exactly who I belong with.

My pack. My home. My perfectly imperfect family.

Mine.

The End.