“Regardless, I have more rules,” she says. “Are you ready for them?”

We nod, taking off our boxers and stepping toward her.

“No jealousy,” she says. “Between any of us. No judgment. No secrets.” She pauses, hands on the waistband of her panties. “And I need you to all accept one thing.”

“What?” Arrow asks, listening carefully.

“My love.”

I smile, my heart fucking growing ten times in size. It’s what I dreamed to hear, what I hoped. I want Lark to feel all the love we can possibly bestow. I know I told her I loved her, but I know it is how all of us feel. When we flew together tonight, it was clear.

All for one. One for all.

“You mean it?” Brecken asks.

She nods. “With all my heart.”

“And you’re not just saying it because you want us to fuck you?” North asks.

“That might be a part of it,” she says with a slight smile.

“Well good, because I love you too, Lark,” Brecken says, walking toward her, naked. He steps into the nest and wraps his arms around her. “I love you so damn much.”

“And it’s not just because I look sexy with wings?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “Nope,” he laughs. “It’s because you have such a nice tail.”

Their shoulders shake as they laugh, and then he steps away, which means something, considering it’s Brecken. He’s taking all of her but he’s willing to share.

North moves to the nest and lifts her chin with his finger, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Lark, and I can’t believe I ever thought we stood a chance of denying ourselves one another.”

He kisses her passionately. Her body melts against his chest as their mouths open in a deep and heartfelt kiss.

I swear to God, everyone’s cocks are growing hard watching her stand here, naked and bare, heart open and willingly offering it to us.

Arrow walks to her, lacing his fingers with hers. Their fore- heads press together, and the moment feels intimate and I feel honored to be standing here, sharing it with them.

“I know today was the lowest of lows,” he tells her. “And our love will never replace the love of your mother, but I hope it can be a salve on your broken heart.”

He kisses her then, so softly it’s as if it barely happens, yet the commitment wrapped around them is intense and real. “I love you, Lark,” he says.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

Then Vaughn clears his throat. “Uh,” he starts, and then runs a hand through his hair. “Lark, uh, you know I’m bad with speeches.”

“I don’t need a speech,” she tells him. “I just need you.” “Good,” he tells her, stepping toward her, and picking her up off the ground. “Because you’re all I need too.”

He kisses her, and her legs wrap around his torso, and her ass looks so fucking good like that. I can’t help but run a hand up and down my shaft, my growing cock alive with desire.

“I love you, Lark,” Vaughn tells her, setting her down on the floor once more.

“I love you more,” she tells him. She licks her lips, looking at us all, greedily, with hunger. With want.

“I know this day has been so long, but please,” she says. “Don’t make me beg for what I need.”

My arms reach around her, guiding her to the blankets beneath us, then running my hands all over her perfect body, needing to press myself into her warm and wanting pussy.

I try and steady my breath as I take her in, with her hawks around her, in this nest, our love for her so real, so deep, so true.

“I love you,” I say again as her hand wraps around my cock, knowing what I need.

Her. Now. Forever. Always.

Gaia brought us to her, but love is keeping us together.

29

Lark

Apparently, I missed about five thousand phone calls last night. I had left my phone at the theater last night, and

then last night happened.

All of last night happened.

My thighs are jelly and I need a shower to wash off... everything.

And now, it’s five a.m., and Mark is at my house with a box of donuts.

“You don’t have to do it,” he says. “Could you really cancel?” I ask.

He runs a hand over his jaw. “I mean, your mother died twelve hours ago.”

“I think I’m still in shock,” I tell him. “Can I come in?” he asks.

Behind me I hear the guys moving around, stirring, and getting dressed. “Uh, sure,” I say, leading him past the living room and through the hall to the kitchen.

But Brecken is already there, making coffee. “Uh, hey,” he says to Mark, nodding.

Mark frowns. “Were you here last night?” he asks him.

I raise my eyebrows. “That’s not really your business.”

“Your mother would have a fit,” he says as Sawyer and Arrow walk in the kitchen.

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