Extra Heat Epilogue
M y feet were chilled as I padded barefoot through the house, confusion and a still lingering heat filling my body as I searched for my pack.
I had awoken alone in my nest—something that did not sit well with my inner-omega.
It was my first heat since returning to the future and it had gone nearly the opposite from my last one.
There were no invading forces, no brainwashed alpha, and certainly no stake that people were trying to burn me at, but right now none of that mattered if I couldn’t figure out where my alphas had gone and why they had left me all alone in my nest.
“Making me go look for them,” I grumbled under my breath as I stared out of the large windows that lined the corridor of Kingswood Manor, the home that Arthur had purchased years before meeting me again. It was built in the late 1700’s by a nouveau riche American who had been obsessed with the King Arthur myth and had been convinced (and correctly so) that this lake had been the site for the legendary king and his round table.
Unfortunately, after that man had passed his children had struggled to maintain the manor and it had changed hands several times until Arthur bought it. He told me that, despite all of the homes he owned, this was the place he felt the most attached to—which made perfect sense now that he realized exactly who he was.
Pressing my forehead into the glass of the window, I let it soothe my fevered skin as I watch as, in the distance, the sun began to rise over the mountains making the lake start to sparkle through the heavy mist that obscured everything, including the remnants of Castle Camelot across the water.
In all of my research about what had happened to our friends after the final battle, of which I couldn’t find much, it had been clear that the castle had been abandoned shortly afterwards. Sir Kay, who had seemingly survived, left with his wife and his brood of children, traveling to a different land to the north, bringing Princess Vivienne along with them.
They had all, of course, been named different things as history still believed the story of King Arthur to be a myth, but I had found long obscured gravestones in a castle graveyard in Scotland that I was pretty sure were theirs.
And the only reason I had been able to find them at all had been through backwards mapping through the current monarchical line. The gods hadn’t been kidding when they told me that it had been my fate to save Henry so that his line could rule England.
Truthfully, there was very little left of our beloved Camelot, something that I knew each of my alphas and Merlin grieved separately for in a confusing tangle that I could often feel down the bond.
Each of them had been born into new, unique lives that were completely apart from who they had been in the past, but even still their old memories had melded together with their new ones as soon as our bonds snapped into place and I was sure it was a total mindfuck for them.
Thankfully, Lancelot had gotten a degree in psychology before he began to work as Arthur’s assistant and had insisted on playing our pseudo-therapist through everything. It was not lost on me how absolutely ironic it was that my pack’s least emotive member was now the one getting everyone to open up about their feelings, but I didn’t mind so much. I kind of liked it when he used his therapy-speak on me.
Our lives had slowly but surely moved forward from our time in the past. This house had quickly become our home when our bonds reignited and where we spent most of our time when Arthur wasn’t traveling for work.
It was where we had brought our baby home and cared for her in her first weeks and months. Our family pictures now covered the walls, something that Bedivere—ever the staunch traditionalist even in this time—had grumbled about not being period accurate. In the end, though, he had been the one to hang most of them himself.
“You are supposed to be in your nest, my queen,” Gawain growled in my ear as I was swept off of my feet and into his arms.
Bright blue eyes met mine, his pupils already blown from being in such close proximity to an omega in heat and his nostrils flaring as he inhaled a deep drag of my scent.
“I would still be in my nest if I hadn’t woken up all by myself,” I pointed out, pouting for good measure.
“We were trying to squeeze in a quick shower and Merlin wanted to check on the baby,” Gawain explained as he reached for a panel that had been built into the cloth wallpapered wall. “I found her in the east wing, heading back to the nest now.”
Undoubtedly his intercom message had reached the rest of the pack as Gawain turned in the direction that I had just come from.
“Is Addie okay?” I asked, feeling suddenly guilty that her nursery hadn’t been the first place I had gone upon waking up. She was only nine months old after all. We had left her with her nanny for the past couple of days, but now that the haze of my heat was starting to ease off, I realized just how much I had missed her.
I opened my mouth to tell Gawain to take a detour back to the nest, but I never got the chance to speak as Gawain read my emotions down the bond like they were an open-book.
“No feeling guilty for doing what your body needs, darling. Addie will be just fine.”
The ‘darling’ endearment was something new that Gawain had started calling me in the future and it sent a sizzle of need down my spine, reminding me that I was still very much in my heat.
My insides twisted and I groaned, tucking my face into Gawain’s neck and inhaling his scent to soothe the sudden ache.
“Gawain,” I mumbled, my arms tightening around his neck.
“Hush, my darling. I will make all of that pain go away momentarily,” he purred as he opened the door to my nest and stepped inside.
The room smelled of sex and our mixed scents and I immediately felt comforted as Gawain deposited me in the middle of the massive circular bed that took up the center of the room.
A thick, linen canopy was hung from the ceiling, encircling the bed in an almost circus-tent-like fashion and I had strung fairy lights all over the place to make the entire space glow with an almost ethereal light.
I didn’t like big, overhead lights at the best of times, but especially in my nest. I’d even gone so far as to unscrew the bulbs from all of the fixtures so no one accidentally ruined the sexy, comfy, zen I had going on.
“Robe off,” I demanded of him as I shimmied out of my own.
Gawain obliged immediately, the silky black material sliding down his chiseled body and revealing the roadmap of bruises that I had suckled into his skin over the past few days.
Mine , my inner-omega purred with satisfaction as Gawain stood at the edge of my nest, his face full of unabashed desire.
“May I enter your nest, omega?” he asked with a practiced ease that sent a shudder of anticipation rolling down my spine.
“You may,” I replied, holding my hand out to him and helping to pull him over the lipped sides of the nest until our skin was sliding along each other in a sensual prelude to what was about to occur.
“Slow and languid or hard and fast, my queen?” Gawain asked, his nose brushing along mine as his hands slid down my side and behind my thigh, opening me for him again.
“Dealer’s choice,” I responded cheekily, earning myself a sound kiss on the lips as Gawain answered me with a firm shove of his hips as he sheathed himself inside of me again right up to his knot.
I groaned at the suddenness of it, but my body welcomed him with glee as the friction seemed to make the uncomfortable parts of the heat take a back seat.
“You two wasted no time,” a wry voice said from the door as Gawain continued to thrust inside of me with abandon.
“Why would we wait for alphas who leave their omega unattended in her nest?” I asked, fluttering my lashes at Lancelot who had been the one to speak, my words stilted with each push of Gawain’s hips.
Arthur, who had been standing at Lancelot’s shoulder, held up a bag of trail mix. “Because these alphas return with snacks?”
“And a baby monitor so you can see Addie?” Merlin chimed in from the back, his pale, white hair still mussed and damp from his shower.
I narrowed my gaze for a moment, but the need to be completely surrounded by them again trumped any irritation I may have felt.
“Merlin can come first,” I finally said, holding my hand out to the wizard who grinned and put the baby monitor on the nightstand before crawling into my nest.
His cock was already half-hard as I let Gawain help me sit up and slide backwards into the thinner man’s lap.
Merlin, who had quickly grown accustomed to having sex in a group setting after waking up in the future, already knew what I was asking of him and I could feel his knuckles brushing into my back as he worked his hand up and down his length to prepare himself.
“Don’t forget the lubrication,” Bedivere said, tossing the large, clear bottle of lube that we kept in the bedside drawer onto the nest.
I didn’t really need it during my heat as I’d found that my ass made nearly as much slick as my pussy did, but it didn’t hurt to ease the way.
Merlin got to work slathering his length in the stuff as I watched the rest of my alphas undress and step into the nest, murmuring their questions for entry under their breaths.
“I should make you stay out there for leaving me—” my words were cut off as Merlin pressed inside of my back entrance, his long slender cock sliding up along Gawain’s as the alpha cursed under his breath.
I turned to look at the wizard whose pale brows were drawn together as he seated himself completely.
“You could have warned me,” I grumbled at him as soft hands from my other alphas began to pinch and tease my nipples.
“I fear I could not get a word in edgewise, love,” Merlin told me simply, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a grin.
“Focus on us, sweetling,” Bedivere said, his hand pulling my face to his, our lips met in a hungry, biting kiss.
“Me as well,” Lancelot murmured after a moment, tugging me away from Bedivere for his own kiss.
My gaze traveled to Arthur who, as always, sat reclined against the curved headboard of the nest, his icy blue eyes watching everything happen with eyes full of his desire.
I never understood his love of watching the rest of our pack pleasure me, but the heat behind his gaze was always enough to make my skin tingle deliciously as the alphas made short work of my first orgasm since waking up.
Fingers twisted and pulled at my stiff nipples while others pressed into my throbbing clit. There were so many hands that I wasn’t sure whose belonged to who as I let my eyes drift shut in order to experience every bit of it as my chin lifted to the canopy and I came.
At some point the men switched, Lancelot inside of my front and Bedivere taking the back as I was pinned in between them, feeling our matching heartbeats thudding in our chests as my hands gripped the semi-hard cocks of Merlin and Gawain.
My mouth was filled by one as my eyes rolled back in my head at the sensory overload.
Then, vaguely, I heard Arthur speaking softly to the other.
“We were wondering when you would join in,” I heard Bedivere say from behind me and I realized he was still knotted inside of my ass.
Arthur said something and I felt Bedivere’s rumbling chuckle as thick fingers pulled the folds of my pussy apart.
“Still so ready to take all of us,” Arthur whispered, his mouth next to my ear. “What did I do to deserve such a hungry little omega?”
“It must be fate,” I told him dazedly as I forced my eyes to open and meet his.
But Arthur just grinned as he pressed the head of his thick sock at the entrance of my pussy. “Fate, little queen, is vastly overrated.”