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“Yes,” I gasp, my body aching for him. “Please, Finn. Now.”

He positions himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my entrance. He pushes forward, slowly, carefully, and I cry out as he fills me completely. He might not have a knot, but he’s still big enough to make me stretch around him. Big enough to make me feel full. Big enough to make me feel his.

He begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, his hips rocking against mine, creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure through me. I moan, hands clutching at his back as he increases the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a primal rhythm that echoes the frantic beat of my heart.

“Finn,” I cry out, my voice ragged. “Oh, god, Finn…”

He groans, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He spills inside me, his release hot and thick, filling me, marking me as his. He collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding against mine as his teeth sink into my neck.

And in that moment, I feel the fourth bond snap into place, connecting me to Finn. To all of them.

And for the first time in my life…

I’m complete.

Chapter 21

Jax

The cabin has never felt more like home than it does right now.

I pause in the doorway to the living room, taking in the scene before me. Stone sits in the oversized armchair by the window, his large frame relaxed in a way I haven’t seen in years. Curled against his chest, sleeping peacefully, is Hailey—the golden strands in her hair spilling over his forearm, her face nestled into the crook of his neck. His hand strokes absently down her spine, protective even in rest.

Across from them, Finn perches on the edge of the couch, head thrown back, eyes closed, fingers threaded through Ren’s dark hair. And Ren—on his knees between Finn’s spread legs, head bobbing slowly, the wet sounds of his mouth obscene in the quiet room.

Heat flares low in my belly at the sight. Even after days of Hailey’s heat, of sating myself until I was boneless with exhaustion, my body still responds to my pack’s pleasure.

None of them has noticed me yet, too wrapped up in each other. Stone’s amber eyes are fixed on Ren and Finn,his expression hungry despite Hailey’s weight in his arms. Finn’s breath comes in quick gasps, his scent sweetening with approaching climax.

“Ren,” he whispers, tugging gently at the alpha’s hair. “I’m close.”

Ren responds by taking him deeper, his hands gripping Finn’s thighs, and I feel the exact moment Finn tips over the edge. The bond, renewed and strengthened by our claiming of Hailey, pulses with his pleasure. My cock twitches in response.

“Fuck,” Finn gasps, trembling through his release.

Ren pulls back slowly, swallowing what Finn has given him, his tongue sweeping across his lips to catch any evidence left behind. There’s something reverent in the gesture, in the way he presses a final kiss to Finn’s inner thigh before sitting back on his heels.

Stone grunts in approval, his gaze catching mine across the room. “Enjoyed the show?” he asks, voice pitched low to avoid disturbing Hailey.

I step fully into the room, allowing myself a small smile. “Seems like I missed most of it.”

Finn startles slightly at my voice, a flush crawling up his neck. Ren just looks at me, eyes still dark with arousal, lips slightly swollen.

“Plenty more where that came from,” Ren says, the corner of his mouth quirking up. His eyes are better now. Not so swollen.

My pack is healing. Figuratively. Literally. Slowly, imperfectly, but healing nonetheless. The realization settles warm in my chest. A week ago, Ren wouldn’t have touched any of us voluntarily. A week ago, Finn’s eyes still held shadows of hurt and betrayal. A week ago, we almost lost Hailey.

Now, the bonds between us pulse with renewed life. I can feel them all—Stone’s steady presence, Ren’s cautious reemergence, Finn’s tentative forgiveness, and strongest of all,Hailey’s deep slumber, her contentment reaching me even in unconsciousness.

I take the second armchair, sinking into it with a sigh. “How long do you think she’ll be out?”

“Few hours,” Stone replies, his large hand still moving gently over Hailey’s back. “Heat’s finally broken completely. She needs the rest.”

Ren rises from the floor with a fluid grace that belies his recent injuries. “Water?” he asks Finn, touching his shoulder briefly.

Finn shakes his head. “Soda, if there’s any left.”

“Coming right up.” Ren’s hand lingers on Finn’s shoulder a moment longer than necessary, before he heads to the kitchen.

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