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I continue slipping in and out of her inviting warmth as her hips slam into mine, with Nico’s inserted fingers in her arse going in and out, prepping her. He murmurs in her ear and I only see her nod, her lips pursed but a look of determination and anticipation lifting her brows and hollowing her cheeks as she inhales steadily.

“Okay, Kai, Nico.” She nods at me and I smile, one hand gripping her waist while the other holds onto her left breast for dear life as I countone, two, threesilently in my head. At the precise moment I slide all of my cock inside her and bury my knot in her core, Nico thrusts a slow but firm rhythm against her backside.

“You’re doing so well, angel. God, you’re so tight, so beautiful, so brave,” he breathes into her ear. “You’ve got all of Kai inside you now, and I’m nearly there, too.”

I worry for a second she might split in two or scream out, but she opens her mouth and eyes wide and lets out the most angelic moan of ecstasy that sounds like a heavenly chorus as her orgasm animates her flushed form with the cadence of her bliss.

Her fingers and nails dig into my shoulders. “I’m getting ready to release, Jez,” I whisper, as Nico keeps gently sliding in and out of her arse, holding her tight at the waist with one hand and the other reaching up for a handful of breast. “Is that okay?” I ask.

“Mark me, Kai,” Jez urges, fingers pressing in deeper. I grit my teeth and give one more push up inside her, then the electric tension holding back yields my seed into that sacred place, spilling inside her. Nico pulls away from her and sits back on his heels, continuing to whisper to her. He must’ve plunged his knot in briefly then pulled away to give her a breather.

I inhale Jez’s scent—the scent of us together—the sweat and her perfume, her slick and the night’s activities, but above all, her sweet floral aroma—and then exhale as though my lungs despair at letting go of this glorious cocktail. I pull out and trace gentle kisses down her thighs, her knees, and her calves.

While Nico busies himself pulling her sweaty hair back away from her head and lying her back on the bed, and Thomas and Holden on either side gently touch her shoulders and scalp, showing their presence and support, murmuring encouragement and praise, taking turns lowering their mouths to her breasts.

At last, I rise and place a knee gently between her legs, nestling up against her mound, and hold myself over her body on the bed, taking in all of her hungrily with my eyes. I could go again and again, bring this beautiful woman to countless pleasures, but right now, she’s asked one thing of me and no force on earth could stop me from delivering.

“Mark me, and make me yours,” she repeats. Exhaustion fights to take her over, but an unquenchable need and an undimmable spark flashes in her eyes. “And I will make sure you never regret it.”

I press my lips to hers, then inhale and kiss my way down her chin, neck, and to her earlobe. I raise up for a moment to look her in the eye.

“Darling,” I say, gazing down at the angelic Omega lying between my hands planted on the bed. “The only thing there could ever be to regret is how I fought the truth for so long. I can scent your unique heart, and I can scent your trust in us, as well.”

Finally, I find a spot in the crook of her neck, that delicate hollow above her collarbone. Tenderly, languidly at first, I take the skin between my lips, then my teeth. My breathes come quicker than I expected. I’ve done this once before, and it came to ruin. It almost ruined, me, and the pack, and this chance with this woman.

When that last thought hits me, I know it’s the right thing to do. The only thing to do.

I bite down and mark her, infusing her with my own scent, marking my bond with this woman, and setting the course for my pack mates to follow. We take turns as our angel lies there, her eyes open, her hands cupping a bristly cheek here, squeezing a warm hand there, tracing circles on a knuckle or dipping a finger between lips, all the while … she sings.

She sings the song we wrote together, the words that Nico and then later I came up with to the tune that reminds us that we are now one, now all having marked her, and there will be time for so much more, so many more moments where we can reaffirm our commitment—our love—to each other.

CHAPTER34

Jez

In my lapI grip Kai’s hand from my right and Holden’s from my left. The sequins in my dress are digging into my shoulder blades, but I insisted on wearing it despite Viv’s warning it looked like an allergic reaction in couture form.

Besides, we’re sitting toward the front of the theater for the Euro Lights awards show, the biggest European music industry awards ceremony of the season. It’s six months since tour ended, and since the most astonishing, magical time of my life has come to a close.

Better things are ahead, don’t worry, babe.Those had been Holden’s words to me this morning when I had a spontaneous sob getting dressed. Mostly it was nerves and excitement amping up my emotions, but I have been really missing the touring life.

Once I got used to it, it was hard to imagine anything else. But moving into Fable’s house in Reading was a big distraction—in the best possible way. Building a nest has taken half of my time—well, building, and thenusing. The rest, of course, has been devoted to songwriting.

And doting on Viv’s three beautiful, healthy boys.

“Coming up after this next award, a special performance by Fable on Fire, featuring special guest Jez Jacobs.” The camera man in the suit kneeling on the carpeted floor in front of us makes the signal that he’s on and we smile into the camera. I try to look off into the middle distance like this is some casual, everyday occurrence. Then I break character and squeal into the lens.

Thomas laughs.

This is our cue and we’re quickly ushered backstage. Behind the curtain, stagehands pass out guitars and Holden settles himself behind his drums. Ash, Steve, and Ferny stand by, Ash whispering, “Try not to show them up too much, Jez.” I grin and give him an okay symbol.

The curtain pulls back and reveals the auditorium before us, so many of our peers, so many of my teen idols and current favorites seated out there watching us. So many movers and shakers in the industry that’s given me a chance—then given me so much more. I flash my teeth at the crowd, ready to go.

On Holden’s count, we kick offEnd With the Night,which we’ve revamped with a guest cellist, who stands beside Thomas. Kai and I take turns on the verses and our voices entwine on the chorus, and every time I glance at the audience, I see those three girls at my first tour show in Glasgow, standing in front, waving. Without them, I don’t know if I’d be standing here now, playing and singing along with this now-signature number.

The crowd roars to its feet with a standing ovation when we finish, and we all look at each other with gratitude and hope in our eyes. Hope for what’s to come.

After we’re shown back to our seats, having exchanged kisses and hugs and whispers ofThank fuck we did it,there are three awards left.

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