Chapter 37 Mo
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I’m so happy I could burst… Maybe that’s why my body decides to betray me.
I wake up drenched in sweat, my skin too tight, sheets twisted around my legs like I’ve been fighting them all night. The air sits thick in my lungs. Even the light pouring through the windows feels aggressive, bleaching everything white and sharp.
“No,” I groan, recognizing the signs immediately. “Not already.”
My heat. I thought I’d have at least a few more weeks.
I kick off the blankets, but it doesn’t help. Every nerve ending sits raw and exposed, humming beneath my skin.
I stumble to the bathroom, crank the shower to cold, and step under the spray. The shock of it makes me curse, but the relief is fleeting. The moment I step out, the burn rushes back, stronger, radiating from my core outward.
Cassia warned me this would happen. That after years of suppression, my heat would be brutal. But “brutal” doesn’t begin to cover the way my body is incinerating itself from the inside out.
I need help.
No, I need knots. And my body is craving very specific alphas.
My wolf whines, desperate and raw. She knows what she wants, who she wants. Their scents, their touch, their bodies pressed against mine.
Silas appears at my door, eyes wide, the second he catches my scent.
“Can you get Cassia?” I ask urgently.
Twenty minutes later, she’s examining me. “It’s progressing faster than I expected,” she says. “Your body is making up for lost time.”
“Tell them I need them.” My voice cracks, giving in to what my body has been screaming all morning. “Silas, Archer, Elias… and Darius.”
Cassia nods. I curl into a ball on the bed, trying to breathe through another wave. My thighs are already slick, my center throbbing with a need so intense it borders on pain.
When the door opens again, I catch their scents before I see them. Silas. Archer. Elias.
My wolf howls in triumph. But someone is missing.
My wolf howls inside me, desperate for the fourth scent that should be here.
“Darius,” I manage to say. “Where’s Darius?”
The alphas exchange glances, and Archer’s voice is tight when he speaks. “He didn’t think you wanted him here.”
My heart clenches at that. All this time, I’ve been fighting what my body has known since the beginning.
And that’s when it hits me fully—the truth I’ve been fighting against for weeks. The reason their scents drive me wild, why my wolf responds so strongly to them, and why I’ve been collecting their clothes like precious artifacts.
They’re my scent matches. All of them.
I’ve known it deep down since that day when Darius dragged me to the bonfires, when Silas held me against his chest, when Archer’s hands guided mine during training, when Elias made me laugh at the fireflies.
I knew. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.
“You’re mine,” I say. “You’re all mine.”
“What did you say?” Archer says.
“You’re my scent matches,” I say, the words finally free. “I think I’ve known since the beginning. I just couldn’t… I wasn’t ready to face it.”
These aren’t just any alphas. They’re mine. My scent matches. All four of them.
“Dam right, Blue,” Elias says. “We’re yours, and we’re here for you if you want us.”
All three of them are still standing in the doorway, eyes dark, bodies tense from holding back.
“We can take it slow,” Archer says. “Whatever you need.”
“I need you now.” I’m practically panting now.
Silas moves in first, kneeling beside me. His hand is gentle as he brushes the damp hair from my face. His touch soothes the heat flooding through me, and I arch into his palm.
“We’ve got you, little omega.” Archer’s voice is a low rumble that I feel in my ribs.
“I want you,” I moan.
Elias is already pulling his shirt over his head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Silas helps me sit up. Archer tugs my sweat-soaked tee over my head, and the cool air hits my bare skin.
“Fucking perfect,” Elias says, his eyes sweeping over me.
Silas’s hands settle on my waist, so big they nearly span my ribs. Archer’s fingers drag along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. Elias tips my chin up and takes my mouth.
This kiss is nothing like the one in the firefly clearing.
That kiss was sweet and tender. This one is hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping in, claiming and tasting, and I open for him completely, encouraged by his fervour.
My hands find his bare chest, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
While Elias kisses me, Silas’s mouth finds my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitized flesh. Archer’s hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden to aching points.
I want more. Need more, need to be filled. I need to be fucked. I need to be knotted.
I never thought I’d invite alphas willingly into my bed after what happened to me. After having my trust betrayed, my body violated, my choices stripped away.
Yet here I am, burning up with need. But this time, I made a choice that’s entirely my own. I decided before my heat even hit, so I know I can trust my decision.
My wolf is howling for relief, but this isn’t just about biology.
This isn’t just my heat speaking. This is me, Moira, Blue, whatever the hell I want to call myself, actively choosing these alphas.
Not just because my body demands it, not just because they are my scent-match, but because I want them, I trust them.
I know if I ask them to stop, for any reason, they would, because they respect me.
That thought alone makes me want them even more.
Their hands are everywhere, yet each touch feels like worship rather than possession. I expected some part of me to seize up in terror, for old memories to crash through and ruin this moment. Instead, I feel safe, cherished, and cared for.
Elias breaks our kiss, his eyes dark with arousal. “Easy, Blueberry. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready.” I rock against Silas, solid and warm behind me. “Need you. Now.”
The scent of my heat fills the cabin, thick and sweet and desperate. Three pairs of hands. Three mouths. All focused on me, but I need more.
“Please,” I beg.
Elias reads my body language, and his hands slide up my thighs. His fingers circle my entrance, teasing, testing. “Ready for me, Blueberry?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes.”
He slides one finger inside me, and my body melts around him. He adds a second, stretching me gently, and the fullness makes my back arch off the bed, but it’s not enough.
Not nearly enough.
“More,” I demand, bucking against his hand.
He grins against my mouth. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“She needs a knot,” Archer says.
“Who’s first?” Elias looks between the other two.
Before they can decide, I reach for Silas. “You. Want you first.”
His eyes flare. He strips off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders and bulging biceps.
His hands move to his hips, and he drops his pants and boxers together, revealing tree-trunk thighs and a massive, proud cock standing thick and hard against his stomach.
The size of him should scare me, it should terrify me, but all I feel is the desperate, aching need for him to be inside me.
For my body to stretch around him and suck him into me.
“Now,” I breathe.
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my dripping entrance, as Elias slowly withdraws his fingers. I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until his body is caged around me.
He enters me slowly, watching for my reaction.
Inch by agonizing inch, stretching me until the burn of it is exactly what I need, the fullness finally satisfying the ache that’s been clawing at me all morning.
When he bottoms out, we’re both panting.
He holds still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.
When my pussy starts clenching around him, he pulls back to the tip, then slowly fills me again.
A high, keening whine leaves my lips. My body is starving for him.
Silas thrusts forward, filling me again.
A rhythm that started slow is building fast. He is getting deeper with every stroke as my body stretches to accommodate him.
I am so fixated on the way his body feels around mine, on the way he is looking so deeply into my eyes, that I almost forget about Archer and Elias.
When I glance over, they are both watching us intently.
Archer has his long, slender cock in his hand and is stroking himself in time with Silas filling me.
Elias, however, still has his jeans on, standing at the edge of my bed with his hands resting behind his back, and a look of almost pain on his face.
His cock is straining hard inside his jeans, trying to burst free.
But his hands stay clasped behind his back as he watches me, transfixed and motionless.
“I need you both here,” I say.
Archer climbs onto the bed and positions himself by my head, his cock level with my mouth.
I turn and take him greedily between my lips, moaning around his length as Silas continues driving into me.
Elias crawls to my side and dips his head to capture my nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
His cock must be strangling inside those jeans, but he still hasn’t taken them off.
I don’t have time to linger on the thought because sensation overwhelms my body.
I am surrounded and filled in the best possible way. Silas pounding into me, Archer’s length heavy on my tongue, Elias’s mouth and hands worshiping my breasts. Everything my heat-crazed body has been starving for. I can feel Silas’ knot swelling, pounding against my clit, begging to be let in.
A pressure coils tight in my lower belly. Silas’s thrusts turn urgent, less controlled. His knot catches at my entrance with each stroke.
I moan around Archer’s cock, releasing it only long enough to beg, “Knot me, Silas.”