Chapter 34 #5
"You can." Silas's voice came from between my thighs, rough and commanding, the authority in it making my whole body clench hard around nothing. His pale eyes burned up at me, his lips swollen and wet from marking my thighs. "You will. Let go for us. Now."
Harper's fingers pressed harder, rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles that sent sparks shooting through my entire body.
Remy bit down on my nipple—hard enough to sting, hard enough to make me cry out—then soothed it immediately with his tongue.
And at the exact same moment, Silas sank his teeth into my inner thigh, high up where the skin was thinnest, right at the crease where thigh met hip.
Not breaking skin. Not claiming. Just pressure and pleasure and possession—the promise of what could be, would be, when I was ready.
The triple assault of sensation converged into a single point of white-hot pleasure.
I shattered.
The release crashed through me in waves—not a single peak but a series of them, each cresting higher than the last, rolling through my body like a storm surge.
My back arched so hard off the nest that I was nearly bent in half, every muscle in my body going rigid, locking tight.
A scream tore from my throat—raw and completely beyond my control.
I could feel myself clenching, inner walls spasming around nothing, desperate to be filled, the emptiness almost painful.
Slick gushed out of me in hot pulses, soaking Harper's hand, soaking my ruined underwear, soaking the blankets beneath me.
The sounds of my release filled the nest, mixing with my broken cries and their answering growls.
Harper's fingers kept moving through it all—slower now, gentler, but not stopping.
Drawing out every last tremor, every last wave, milking the orgasm until I thought I might die from the intensity of it.
His other arm held me tight against his chest, keeping me from flying apart, his rumble a constant vibration against my back.
Remy's mouth pressed soft, reverent kisses to my breasts, my collarbone, my shoulder, worshipping me through the aftershocks. His hand stroked soothingly up and down my side, calming the quaking muscles.
Silas's lips gentled on my thigh, kissing each new bruise he'd made, his scarred hands stroking my trembling legs, anchoring me to earth even as I soared.
Wave after wave rolled through me, each one smaller than the last but still enough to make me shake, still enough to pull small whimpering sounds from my throat.
Time lost meaning. There was only sensation—the heat of their bodies around me, the lingering pulses of pleasure, the bone-deep satisfaction of being held, being cared for, being wanted.
When the aftershocks finally faded to occasional twitches, I was boneless and trembling, every muscle in my body liquefied. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, streaming down my temples and into my hair. I was breathing in ragged gasps, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat.
The pre-heat fever had cooled down, not gone, but dulled, the desperate edge softened by the release. I felt wrung out, emptied, hollowed and then filled with something warm and soft and safe. Like I'd been turned inside out and put back together in a slightly different configuration.
"Better?" Harper murmured against my hair, his voice soft and rough at the same time. He eased his hand from my underwear slowly, his fingers dragging through the mess I'd made, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. The cool air against my oversensitized flesh made me shiver.
He brought his hand up between us, and I watched through half-lidded eyes as he studied his glistening fingers, coated in my slick. Then he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, his gray eyes never leaving mine.
The sight of it—Harper tasting me, savoring me, his eyes going heavy with pleasure at my flavor—made my spent body clench weakly, trying to summon arousal from somewhere it didn't exist anymore.
"Mmm." It was the most articulate response I could manage, my brain still floating somewhere outside my skull, untethered from reality.
Remy chuckled against my collarbone, the sound warm and satisfied, vibrating through my still-sensitive skin. He pressed one last kiss to the curve of my breast before settling beside me, his body warm and solid against my side. "I think that's a yes."
"Definitely... definitely a yes," I managed, my voice coming out hoarse and wrecked, scraped raw from sounds I didn't remember making. "That was... I've never..."
"Good," Silas said simply, moving up from between my thighs.
His lips were swollen, his chin wet, his pale eyes soft in a way I'd rarely seen.
He positioned himself on my other side, his scarred hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together with infinite gentleness.
He brought our joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles—such a tender gesture after everything we'd just done.
Such sweetness after all that intensity.
My eyes stung with fresh tears, and I didn't even try to stop them this time.
He didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes said everything—gratitude, wonder, a fierce and quiet devotion that made my chest ache.
They arranged themselves around me in the nest—Harper at my back like always, solid as a mountain, his chest rumbling with a constant, soothing sound that seemed to vibrate through my bones; Remy at my front, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath warm and sweet against my lips; Silas curled against my side, our joined hands resting over my heart where he could feel it beating.
The fever would climb again. By tomorrow, maybe the next day, I'd be fully in the grip of my heat, desperate and needing in ways that went beyond anything I'd felt tonight. But right now, in this moment, I felt... safe. Cherished. Cared for.
Loved, whispered a voice in the back of my mind, but I pushed it away. Too soon. Too fast. Even if it felt true.
"Thank you," I whispered into the dark of the nest, my voice barely audible. "For listening. For agreeing. For... this."
"Always." Harper's voice rumbled through my back, the word settling into my bones. "Whatever you need. Whenever you need it."
"We're not going anywhere, chere." Remy's breath was warm against my face, his lips brushing mine with every word. "Not unless you tell us to."
Silas just squeezed my hand and pressed his lips to my knuckles again, the gesture somehow more eloquent than any words could be.
Outside the nest, I could hear Gumbo repositioning himself at the door, his massive body settling with a thump that shook the floorboards.
Guard duty, all night long. Those males had been warned.
The pre-heat would intensify. Tomorrow would be harder, the fever higher, the need more desperate. Then the heat would crash over me like a wave, and I'd need them in ways I could barely imagine.
But that was tomorrow.
Tonight, I was wrapped in the arms of my Alphas, my nest complete around us, my body sated and warm and safe. Tonight was enough.