Salvation (Wild Heat)

Chapter 35 – B R O O K L Y N

Weeks ago,I was living in the woods, in a shelter I built myself, wearing clothes I stole from unsuspecting hikers and eating whatever I could forage. Now, I’m in a five star hotel suite overlooking the glittering skyscrapers of downtown Seattle. I’ve got silk pajamas in the drawers, but I put on one of Denver’s massive shirts instead.

When I think about how much my life has changed, it’s almost too overwhelming to take in. I’m safe, but I don’t have a home anymore. My family’s gone, but now I’m part of a pack. I’m finally free, but I have ties to people that are stronger than I ever expected.

Before I can get too deep into my thoughts, Memphis lets out a gigantic snore. He’s passed out on the king-sized bed, long limbs stretched across the entire surface. Memphis doesn’t like leaving me for long, and since I’ve mostly wanted to rest in the hotel room, he’s made himself at home.

Being around crowds of people has been overwhelming. I’m comfortable in small groups, but walking into a store or a hotel lobby crowded with people makes me shut down. I like it better when things are quiet.

The other Alphas have stayed busy. Denver took charge of my legal appointments, conducting them by phone from the room whenever possible.

I did have to go to the police station to give them an official statement, which wasn’t as stressful as I feared. Considering Denver practically growled whenever somebody so much as asked me to confirm an earlier statement, the whole process was relatively painless.

In the end, I decided not to report Grayson’s forced bonding. I didn’t want to go through reliving what he did, and it’s not like he could hurt anyone else now. As far as the public is concerned, I got lost on a hike and managed to survive. Hopefully, they’ll leave me alone while I “grieve.”

While Memphis snoozes, I sit on the hotel couch, idly sketching with some colored pencils. Camden picked them up for me when he stopped in a store for supplies. Camden has acted as an errand boy, preferring to be on the move than shut up in a room. He picked up new clothes for all of us, along with any trinket he thought I might enjoy. I now have a small pile of art supplies on the hotel desk, waiting for my use.

Right now, he’s at the Castle mansion. I couldn’t bear going back there and facing the terrible memories that drove me into the woods. That said, there were a few things I wanted. The first blanket I ever knitted, my old journal, a few sentimental items of clothing. Mostly, I wanted the photos of Momma from my nightstand. Hopefully, Papa didn’t move anything after I left.

The mansion is mine now. As my father’s last living relative, everything he owns is mine. For the most part, I don’t want it. The Castle corporation will be sold. I don’t want any part of anything they built. And I’ll sell the house, too, though I wouldn’t care if it burned to the ground. I plan on donating almost all the money to charities helping abused Omegas like the one in the forest we gave a Viking send off to.

On my lawyer’s recommendation, I agreed to wait a few months, to make sure I wouldn’t change my mind once I’ve had time to sort out everything I went through. I doubt I’ll change my mind, though. I’ve seen the so-called happiness money brought Papa and Grayson. I don’t need that.

I hear a slight knock on the door, smiling when I see Denver and Camden entering. They have room keys, of course, but they still like to give me a heads up before coming in. I’m easily startled by people, after so much time being away from them. Denver promises me that it’ll pass.

Camden puts a cardboard box down in front of me. “Found everything you asked for,” he says at a normal volume and I reach out to pull his face to mine for a soft kiss. My fingertips brush the edge of the still-healing wound on the left side of his face. It’s nothing more than a jagged line now and I know the reddish pink skin will soon fade to moonlight white. Memphis is right, it does suit him in some strange way.

He kisses my fingers as he pulls back. “Does it bother you?”

My brows crinkle. “Not at all.”

He grins. “Good.”

Memphis moans in frustration from the bed.

“Shh,” I say teasingly. “He’s still hibernating.”

Denver, never one for subtlety, just pulls the pillow out from under Memphis’s head. “Up,” he orders, making Cam and me laugh more.

I open the box to see what Camden found. On top, there’s a soft blue cardigan I used to love. It’s nice, but I put it aside. For now, I’d rather keep wearing my Alphas’ things.

Underneath, I see the photos of Momma. Gently, I pick one up. It’s in a sturdy frame, but it still feels fragile somehow. Precious.

Camden leans in closer, examining the photo with me. “She looks like you,” he says. “Even the same eyes.”

I put my head on his shoulder, inhaling his comforting ocean scent. “That’s the best compliment anyone could give me.”

The best partof our hotel suite is the bathtub. It’s almost the size of a small swimming pool, clearly designed for Packs to enjoy together. Until tonight, I’ve been too tired to do anything but shower before bed. Now, I plan to take full advantage.

I fill the tub with unscented oils and bubbles. I don’t want anything concealing the scents of my Alphas.

It takes a little convincing from Camden and me to get Memphis out of bed, but eventually, I get all the Alphas into the tub with me. I sit with my back against Denver’s chest, bubbles coming up to my chin. Camden washes my legs lazily with a soft cloth while Memphis rubs his shoulders. I feel a rush of heat to my core. The way the two of them are so casually affectionate with each other never fails to make me slick.

“I could stay here forever,” Cam says. “Unlimited room service, comfy bed, giant bathtub.”

Memphis scoffs. “Not all of us have a million dollars in game show winnings to piss away. Anyway, I’m ready to get back to my place.”

We all go quiet. We haven’t talked about what’s next for us—there hasn’t been time, really. Now, it’s time. I feel irrationally nervous. What if what we want is too different? What if we can’t agree on a life?

“Are you going on your own, or are you inviting us back to Memphis?” Camden asks.

“I want you to come with me,” Memphis says firmly. “All of you. My place is big—we could all have our own bedrooms, even. And it’s quiet. Peaceful. I want you there. You don’t have to, of course. I know that rural life isn’t for everyone.”

He sounds nervous when he tacks on the last part. I realize that Memphis is just as scared as I am, scared that the rest of the Pack won’t want what he has to offer. I offer him a warm smile.

“I think I’d like living there,” I say. “I like quiet and peaceful.”

“It sounds perfect,” Camden says. “If you don’t care that I still like sleeping under the stars instead of a roof sometimes.”

The corner of Memphis’s mouth turns up. “One of the rooms has a skylight over the bed.”

“Now it’s perfect,” Cam amends. “Denver? What do you think?”

Denver’s arms tighten around me. “If I’m with my Pack, I’m happy.”

“I’ve always wanted to get some horses,” Memphis says thoughtfully. “I’ve heard they can be very therapeutic. Once we’ve settled in, I can start asking around.”

“That sounds amazing,” I say, stretching my legs out so my feet can tangle with Camden’s and Memphis’s.

Now, I have a home. One I’ve never visited, but which I feel sure that I’ll love. A place to be with my Pack and to relearn how to live without fear. Too long, I’ve been looking over my shoulder, waiting for my past to catch up with me. Now, the future is what matters.

I’ll take my time, adjusting to regular life. Get used to being around more people one step at a time. I might be happy to live on Memphis’s land, far away from the world, but I don’t want to be there out of fear. One day, I hope I’m able to walk into a crowded store without feeling panicked or trapped.

“It’ll be strange,” I muse, “being an Omega in public. I never really got a chance to see what that was like. I presented, then before I knew it, I was foraging for edible berries.”

Memphis’s expression is dark. “I don’t think you’ll like it. You’ll have less freedom than you did before. There are laws prohibiting Omegas going out alone without a chaperone.”

“Those laws can be important, though,” Denver points out. “I’ve been to places without strong laws protecting Omegas. We all know what an Alpha can do if he thinks he can get away with it.”

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Camden asks, winking at me.

I laugh. “I haven’t decided. I’ll get back to you once I’ve actually been outside a little longer. For now, I think I’d like to have my Alphas with me out there.”

“Sounds good to me,” Memphis says roughly. His eyes flicker from my face down to the swell of my breasts, just visible under the water. His expression is pure hunger and desire. My heart thuds in my chest, and I can’t resist pressing my thighs together, searching for some relief.

Denver shakes his head slightly, the roughness of his beard scraping pleasantly against my neck. I try not to be too disappointed. There’s more business to attend to before we can enjoy our evening fully.

“I spoke to your lawyer, Brooklyn, like we discussed,” Denver says. “We put together an official legal claim on you, for the three of us. If you approve, we’ll file it.”

“Of course I approve,” I say, smiling. I want to be connected to these men in every way possible, even if it’s just a silly legal document.

Denver pauses before he continues. “Of course, the safest thing would be for us to bond with you. That way, anyone who gets near you will know you belong to someone.”

He takes my hand and plays with my fingers. Nobody rushes me to answer, which I appreciate.

“I do want to bond with you,” I say. “But I don’t know if I’m ready yet. My last bond has barely faded, and I don’t want us to rush into anything. I want us to wait until the time is right.”

Memphis leans forward to plant a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll wait,” he says fiercely.

“As long as it takes,” Camden promises, smiling.

“We just want you, however you’ll have us,” Denver says, and drops a light kiss on the side of my neck. Right where his bite will be—someday.

I’m quickly distracted by his hands moving to my thighs. He strokes the soft skin, urging my knees apart to give him access to me. The tips of two fingers stroke my folds, his touch frustratingly light. I want pressure, and all he’ll give me is teasing caresses. I squirm, trying to get what I want without asking.

I should know better than that.

Denver chuckles darkly in my ear and stops moving his fingers at all. They just rest above where I want them, completely still.

“Our Omega wants some attention,” he announces. Our. I love that word.

“Why don’t you tell us what you want? Maybe we’ll give it to you, if we’re feeling generous,” Memphis teases.

There’s so much I want and the words tumble out of me. “I want to feel your mouths on me. I want you to tell me I’m your good girl while you take my slick pussy. I want to watch Camden put his mouth on your cock…and I want to knot with each of you.”

…to be tethered to them in that intense, incomparable way.

I swallow hard, the haze of my desire making them soft around the edges.

The Alphas all look at me with lust in their eyes, like I’ve offered them a treat.

“You heard our Omega,” Denver mutters, pressing his fingers more roughly against my folds. I gasp, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. He explores all of me like he wants to make a map of me with his fingers, leaving no part of my pussy untouched. I can feel his cock hardening against my back.

“Why don’t you get Camden nice and hard?” Memphis suggests.

Camden grins, standing so that water droplets trail down his muscles, highlighting his lean physique. His cock is already plenty hard, I can’t tear my eyes away as he steps out of the tub and next to me. I reach out my hand to take him in my fist.

“No, no,” Memphis chides me gently. “Use your mouth.”

I lean over the side of the tub, my tongue outstretched. I lick all over his head, catching the musky pre-cum already starting to drip from his slit. Denver rewards me by finally pressing on my clit, making me gasp. Camden’s cock jumps under my hot breath.

“That’s it,” Memphis says encouragingly.

I widen my lips, taking Camden’s head in my mouth. I planned to go slowly, but now that his cock is resting against my tongue, I want more. I open wider and sink down, taking as much of his cock as I can without gagging. He’s too long for me to take all of him, but by the way he’s moaning, I’m guessing he doesn’t mind.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Memphis says, eyes glued to my mouth.

Camden pulls out slightly, rocking back into my mouth. He sets a slow pace, and under the water, Denver matches it with slow, hard circles on my clit. My hips rock and squirm against him, pleasure coiling in my stomach.

They’re both patient and meticulous, driving me higher and higher. Blood thunders through my ears, the world narrowing to my mouth and my clit. I’m hurtling toward the edge with no clue how long I’m going to fall.

Somehow, Denver knows it. “Take it out,” he orders Camden. “She’s about to come and I want to hear it.”

Cam pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp in a breath. That’s all I have time to do before I’m falling, tumbling through a world that’s nothing but bliss. Denver doesn’t stop touching my clit, drawing out every last gasp of pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmurs in my ear.

My cheeks heat at the praise.

“Are you ready for Camden to fuck you now?” Denver asks, moving his hand to gently rub my thigh.

I look at Cam, tall and looming over me. His dark blue eyes are ravenous, and he lazily moves his hand over his cock. He wants me desperately, but he’s in no rush to give me what I need.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m ready for him.”

Denver lifts my legs, positioning me so I’m sitting on the edge of the tub, the juncture between my legs at the perfect height for Camden to slip inside me. For a moment, I worry I might fall back into the tub, but I feel Denver’s hands curl around my waist, supporting me.

Cam steps between my knees, and I’m struck by how much taller he is than me, even now that I’m up higher. Glancing down at his cock, slick with my saliva, I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.

He doesn’t make me wait.

Camden presses his length inside me until I meet his fist, still curled around his base. I feel so deliciously full, and he’s barely started with me.

His pace is slow and methodical. I feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he drags back and forth, hitting the spot just inside me that makes me squirm. It’s so good, but not enough. My body aches to have all of him, faster, harder. I’m frustrated, missing the savage, selfish animal that Camden can be when he truly lets go.

Then I realize that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’s torturing me.

Teasing me.

Seeing how long I can take not getting what I want.

It’s still the brutal, greedy version of Camden that gets me hot. But it’s the evolved version. Now, he’s getting off on my desperation. I practically scream out of frustration.

His eyes flash, and I know he sees that I understand the game. Now, he’s ready to bring it to the next level.

“What do you need, baby?” he croons.

I open my mouth to tell him, but all that comes out is a harsh whine. I’m so pathetically turned on that I’m practically mindless right now. I hear Denver laugh behind me.

“What was that, baby girl?” he taunts with a wicked grin.

“Please.” I gasp. “Please, Cam. I need—I need you to fuck me.”

“I am fucking you,” he replies, punctuating the statement with another torturously slow slide out of me. He’s going to make me lose my mind if he keeps this up.

“Harder,” I manage to say. “Please. I need it so much harder.”

The corner of his mouth quirks in satisfaction, and I know I’ve said the right thing.

“As you wish,” he says.

He comes unleashed. Pumping into me so hard and fast that Denver has to stand to hold me up against the force of it. Feeling the mercenary’s hard muscles against my back only drives up my desire.

Camden buries his face against my neck, inhaling me while he fucks me.

“You smell like wildflowers.” He groans. “The most delicious scent I’ve ever found.”

I gasp, surprised by the sweetness while he’s driving into me like a madman. His knot grows at the base while my pussy tries to open enough for it. Denver holds me still so I have to take whatever Camden gives me.

“You ready to come on my knot?” Cam growls. He sounds unhinged with pleasure.

“Yes, please, give it to me,” I beg.

A choked sound escapes Camden when his knot finally enters me. I come first, waves of bliss overtaking me, transforming me. He comes soon after, lips against my throat. Not biting me, but showing me how much he wants it.

Showing me how much he loves me.

With his knot still inside me, I wrap my legs around Camden’s waist. He carries me to the bedroom, my weight not slowing him down at all. He positions me so we can lie on the bed, my forehead resting against his collarbone as we come down.

His cock has started softening by the time Denver and Memphis emerge, towels slung low around their waists. My mouth waters just looking at their cut torsos, built not by endless reps at the gym but by real, hard work.

Camden nips playfully at my ear. “How about you suck on Memphis’s cock while we wait?” he says, grinning.

Memphis drops his towel, showing that he’s already hard and throbbing. My lips part automatically—I want to taste him.

Camden moves so he’s lying near the edge of the bed, so I barely have to bend to be near Memphis’s cock. The head is red and swollen, wetness gathering on the tip. I stick my tongue out to lick it up and both Alphas groan. There’s something so hot about having Memphis in my mouth while Camden’s knot is still plugging his seed inside me.

I lick around the edge of Memphis’s head, flicking my tongue against the vein underneath. Camden gathers my dark hair in his fist so I don’t have to worry about it getting in my eyes.

Finally, Memphis has had enough of licking. He taps my lips with his cock.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he says, grinning.

I show him how well I can follow instructions and open wide. He lets the tip settle on my tongue and I close my lips around it. God, I love the feeling of power I get when I take him in my mouth. He may be feeding me his cock, but I’m the one giving him pleasure.

“Look how beautifully you take me,” he mutters, pressing in a little further.

I moan at his dirty compliment, and the vibrations make him instinctively thrust further into my mouth. I barely manage to keep from gagging on it as his tip touches the back of my throat. Memphis keeps it there for a minute, eyes shining with pride while he looks down at me.

“Fuck, you’re incredible at that,” he praises me, then pulls his cock out entirely. He sits down on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor.

Camden manages to pull out of me, and Memphis quickly grabs me by my waist and pulls me to straddle him. Cam’s seed spills out, down onto Memphis’s spit-covered cock.

“You should be plenty wet and ready,” he murmurs, then thrusts into me in one long stroke. He fits in me, barely. He doesn’t give me much time to get used to it.

Memphis sets a merciless pace, pounding roughly into me just with the movement of his hips. All I can do is hold onto his muscular shoulders and try to take it. He drives into me like an animal, all his softer instincts vanishing in the face of how badly he wants me.

He only slows to put his thumb between us, pressing it against my clit. He touches it gently, soothingly, while he pounds his cock into me. The contrast between the two makes my vision get fuzzy, my release so close.

I want to kiss him. I want his mouth on mine when he forces his knot inside me, so I rock backward, pulling him with me. My legs circle his waist, our faces close together. I only have to crane my neck a little to set my lips on his.

The moment our mouths meet, I come apart. The world blurs into nothingness, but I feel Memphis still thrusting until my entrance stretches to take his knot. He roars through it before collapsing on top of me. With his feet still on the floor, his weight is heavy but not unpleasant.

After a few minutes Memphis gets us both on the bed and wraps his arms tightly around me. I know he’s not letting go of me until his knot is completely soft.

“I’m yours,” he mutters. “Completely. Have been since the day we met.”

“And I’m yours,” I whisper back.

He holds me even tighter as we both drift off to sleep.

I’m curledagainst someone very hard and very warm. My eyes flutter open, but the hotel room is completely dark. The blackout curtains are really doing their job.

Still, I know which Alpha I’m snuggled up against. I would have known it was Denver from his scent alone, but the fact that my hand is resting on a thigh that must be as thick as my waist confirms it. I can’t help moving my hand, stroking his muscles.

“You should be resting,” he says, so quietly I can barely hear it.

“I don’t want to.”

As I suspected, when I move my hand from his thigh to his cock, it’s already hard under his boxers. The fact makes me slick as hell. I run my fingers up and down his length, finding the shape of him through the fabric.

“I don’t think you want to sleep, either,” I whisper.

Denver groans, his hips shifting to press harder against my hand. He leans down, his breath hot as it fans against my ear.

“Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish,” he warns.

I don’t intend to. And I prove it to him as I pull his boxers down and crawl on top of him. I slide up and down his length, getting him nice and wet with my slick. Each ridge of his cock brushes against my clit, setting sparks of pleasure through my whole body. I’m getting impatient—I want all of him.

Now.

Apparently, Denver’s thinking exactly the same thing.

He rolls me to my back, positioning himself on top of me. He grabs my leg and pulls it up so that when he thrusts inside, it’s impossibly deep. Before I can cry out at the sensation, his hand settles over my mouth.

“The others are sleeping,” he whispers. “Be a good girl and be quiet so you don’t wake them.”

Fuck, praise from Denver just does it for me. Slick gushes from me as he rocks into me. My hands find the dimples on his lower back, pulling him harder against me with each thrust. His knot is totally hard now, and he tries to force it inside me. My opening is tender after the night’s activities, but the combination of pain and pleasure has my orgasm building high. With every stroke, I manage to take a little more of him.

“Can you come for me without screaming?” Denver whispers.

I nod eagerly. I’ll have to focus, but I want to show him that I can do it.

With one final stroke, he forces his knot inside of me.

I manage to hold back my scream, and I swear that energy goes right back into my body as I come so hard, I see fireworks behind my eyes. My inner walls flutter around his cock, milking him as he comes.

I was able to be quiet.

Denver’s the one who roars. It’s loud, primal, and so fucking hot. He doesn’t stop until his cock empties fully inside me.

Spent, he rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. I hear the other Alphas stirring in bed beside us.

“What the hell was that?” Camden asks, sounding sleepy.

Memphis groans. “Better get used to it. Bet they wake us up this way the rest of our lives.”

I can’t hold back my laugh. It’s amusement, but it’s joy, too.

The rest of our livessounds pretty good to me.