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Mace's cock brushes against my lips, and I open for him eagerly. He slides in slowly, careful not to go too deep. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, salty and uniquely him.

Maddox's fingers find my clit, circling it with practiced ease while he grinds against my thigh. The friction is delicious, the heat of his long shaft rubbing up against my feverish skin. The added stimulation makes me moan around Mace's cock, the vibrations drawing a deep groan from him.

It's overwhelming, being filled and surrounded by them like this. But it's also perfect. This is where I belong, with my pack, my mates. The realization brings tears to my eyes, happy tears that spill down my cheeks.

"You're doing so well," Rhys praises, his hips never faltering in their steady rhythm. "So perfect for us, Ophelia. Letting your whole pack use you like this. Such a good girl."

His words send a thrill through me, and I redouble my efforts, stroking Leon and Troy faster, taking Mace deeper. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—moans, grunts, the slap of skin on skin.

I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Rhys must sense it too, because he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

"That's it," he encourages. "Come for us, love. Let us feel you."

His words are my undoing. I come with a muffled cry, my body clenching around Rhys as waves of pleasure crash over me. It triggers a chain reaction—Rhys groans, his hips stuttering as he finds his release and knots me, locking us together. The pressure is enough to take my orgasm to new heights. Leon and Troy follow soon after, their release spilling over my hands and onto my stomach.

Mace thrusts into my mouth one last time and I swallow his seed eagerly, rivulets coursing over my lip from just how much he's filling me. Maddox is the last to fall, his fingers working furiously at my oversensitive clit until he too finds his release against my thigh with a low groan.

For a moment, we all stay frozen, panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. Then, slowly, they begin to move. Gentle hands clean me up, soft kisses are pressed to my skin. I'm vaguely aware of being repositioned, cradled in the center of the nest with my pack surrounding me.

As I drift off to sleep, thoroughly sated and more loved than I've ever felt in my life, I can't help but smile. This is home.

This is where I belong.

And I'm never letting it go.

CHAPTER 54

OPHELIA

Istand before the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me.

The ivory dress hugs my curves perfectly, its delicate lace overlay shimmering in the soft light. My raven hair cascades down my back in loose waves, adorned with tiny white flowers.

I look... ethereal.

Like a fairy tale princess come to life.

Amber, Mace's sister, stands behind me, adjusting my veil with gentle hands. Her warm smile reflects in the mirror, and I'm struck by how quickly she's become a friend.

A real friend, not like...

I push the thought of Natalie away.

Today isn't about the past.

It's about the future.

My future, with my pack.

"You look absolutely stunning, Ophelia," Amber says, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "Are you nervous?"

I take a deep breath, considering the question. Am I nervous? By all rights, I should be. I'm about to walk down the aisle, toformally declare my commitment to not one, but five men.Afterthey all put their marks on my neck.

It's unconventional, to say the least.

And yet...

"Honestly? I'm not," I admit, a small smile playing on my lips. "I know it might sound strange, but I've never felt more certain about anything in my life."

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