Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Callie
The first wave hit like lightning down my spine, electricity crackling through nerve endings that had been dormant for over a year.
My back arched off the nest's carefully layered fabrics, and the sound that escaped my throat wasn't quite human — something between a keen and a growl that made all five Alphas freeze mid-movement.
"Fuck," I gasped, fingers clawing at the cashmere blanket beneath me. "It’s…oh god, it's actually happening."
The carefully controlled pre-heat symptoms I'd been managing shattered like sugar glass.
Real heat, the kind that turned Omegas into creatures of pure biological need, rolled through my system with the force of a tsunami.
Every suppressant I'd ever taken, every moment of control I'd maintained, meant nothing against this onslaught.
"Temperature's spiking to 102," Ghost said quietly, eyes on his phone where the biometric monitors were screaming warnings. His thumb swiped across the screen, and the zone around me cooled by several degrees, but it barely touched the inferno building under my skin.
Milo was already moving toward the kitchen annex, his instincts taking over. "She needs electrolytes. Protein. Something easy to digest—"
"Milo." Nova's voice carried Alpha command that made even me shiver through the heat haze. "Food can wait thirty seconds. Look at her."
They all turned to really look at me then, and I saw the moment my scent hit them properly.
Not the pre-heat sweetness from earlier, but the full biological demand of an Omega in active heat.
Their pupils dilated in unison, a synchronized response that would have been fascinating if I could think beyond the ache building between my thighs.
"Your ruts," I managed, watching Nova's hands clench and unclench, Crash's bouncing still completely, Blitz's muscles coiling like he was about to spring. "I'm triggering your—"
"Don't worry about us," Nova interrupted, but his voice had dropped into that gravelly register that spoke directly to my hindbrain. "This is about you."
"Bullshit." The word came out sharper than intended, but another wave was building, and I could feel my body preparing for it like a surfer reading an incoming swell. "This is about all of us. Pack heat, remember? We're in this together or—"
The wave crashed over me mid-sentence, and my vision whited out. When it cleared, I found myself surrounded. They'd moved without me noticing, forming a tight circle with their bodies, their combined scents creating a cocoon that made the heat bearable even as it stoked it higher.
"Together," Crash said, and for once, his energy was focused entirely on me. "We've got you."
Milo pressed a water bottle to my lips and this time I could taste a hint of citrus and salt for electrolytes. I drank greedily while his other hand smoothed over my hair, the gesture both soothing and grounding.
"The house is secure," Crash reported, his usual chaos channeled into protective efficiency. "Doors locked, security system armed, phones on do not disturb except for emergency contacts."
Ghost held up his tablet, showing me camera feeds of the empty street outside, the privacy fence that blocked any view of the house, the complete bubble of safety they'd created. He'd thought of everything, even while fighting his own biological response to my heat.
"Michelle knows we're offline for at least 72 hours," Nova added, his business mind still functioning despite the way his breathing had gone shallow. "She's handling all communication, all platforms."
They'd coordinated without speaking, each taking their natural role in the pack structure. But there was something else happening too, their scents were changing, deepening, taking on that edge that meant their ruts were beginning to sync with my heat.
"You're all—" I started, but another wave stole my words. This one brought a rush of slick between my thighs that made me whimper, my body preparing itself without any input from my conscious mind.
"We know," Blitz said softly, and when I looked at him, his green eyes were almost black with dilated pupils. "We can feel it too. The pull."
The nest itself seemed to amplify everything. The fabrics they'd scented over months created a feedback loop of pheromones, mine calling to theirs, theirs responding to mine, around and around until the air itself felt thick with need.
"I want—" The words stuck in my throat because what I wanted was everything, all of them, all at once, in ways that my rational mind would never allow but my heat-drunk body demanded.
"Tell us," Nova commanded gently, and that authority in his voice made more slick pool between my thighs. "What do you need?"
"Touch." The admission came out desperate. "I need, someone needs to—"
Milo's hand slid down from my hair to my neck, fingertips barely grazing the sensitive skin over my scent gland. That simple touch sent shockwaves through my system, and I purred, pressing into his hand seeking more.
"More?" he asked, and I nodded frantically.
Ghost moved behind me, hands working at the tension in my shoulders while Milo continued his gentle exploration of my neck.
Blitz took one of my hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip with a reverence that made my chest tight.
Crash surprised me by stretching out beside me, not touching except where our arms pressed together, but his presence was grounding, his electric scent making my skin prickle pleasantly.
And Nova, Nova watched it all with those dark eyes, coordinating without words, until he finally moved between my legs.
"May I?" His hands hovered over my thighs, waiting for permission even as his own need was evident in every tense line of his body.
"Please." The word came out as a sob. "Nova, please, I need—"
His hands on my thighs felt like salvation and damnation combined.
Firm, steady, but gentle as he eased them apart, making space for himself between them.
The jeans I'd been wearing were soaked through, the denim literally looked wet, and the scent of my arousal flooded the space, making all five Alphas groan in harmony.
"You're perfect," Blitz breathed against my fingers. "Absolutely perfect."
Nova's fingers hooked into my waistband deftly unbuttoning and unzipping the stiff material, and I lifted my hips without thinking, helping him remove, not just the jeans but my underwear as well, the last barrier between my overheated skin and their touch.
The cool air against my wetness made me gasp, then moan as Nova's breath ghosted over sensitive flesh.
"She's dripping," he reported to the others, his clinical tone at odds with the hunger in his eyes. "Her body's preparing for—"
"For your knots," I finished, the words tumbling out without filter. "That's what it wants. What I want. All of you."
The synchronized growl that earned should have scared me. Instead, it made me clench around nothing, empty and aching and desperate to be filled.
"One at a time," Nova said, though his control was visibly fraying. "We do this right. Who do you want first, love?"
Something about Milo's gentle care, his instinct to feed and nurture, called to this first wave. I reached for him, and he came willingly, settling between my thighs as soon as Nova moved aside.
Milo's hands, warm and sure, slid up my thighs, thumbs tracing circles on sensitive skin. His scent, that warm honey and cinnamon, enveloped me, making my mouth water and my hips lift towards him. Above me, the others watched, their eyes hungry but patient, waiting their turn.
"You're so wet, sweetness," Milo murmured, voice thick with need. His fingers dipped into the slick pooled between my legs, a gentle, testing touch that made me gasp. "So ready."
"Milo," I begged, hands fisting in the nest blankets. "More."
He gave me more, one finger sliding inside me with ease. My body clenched around him, the intrusion both relief and torment. Not enough, not nearly enough. His thumb found my clit, circling with the same rhythm he'd used on my thighs, and my breath hitched.
"That's it," he coaxed, adding a second finger, stretching me gently. "Let us hear you, Callie."
And I did, moans spilling from my lips as he worked me open, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside that made my toes curl. Ghost's hands were on my shoulders, thumbs digging into tense muscles, grounding me even as Milo sent me soaring.
Crash, surprisingly gentle, held one of my hands, his other stroking my arm, his touch electric and soothing all at once, while Blitz teased one of my nipples. And Nova, Nova watched it all, his eyes never leaving mine, his control a tangible thing holding us all together.
Milo's mouth joined his hands, tongue lapping at my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation was too much, not enough, everything and nothing all at once. My hips bucked against his face, seeking more, harder, faster.
"Greedy," Nova murmured, but there was approval in his voice. "Look at her, taking what she needs."
"Beautiful," Blitz agreed, his voice hoarse. "Fucking beautiful."
Milo growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. His fingers sped up, his mouth worked me harder, and I could feel it building, that cresting wave of pleasure.
"Close," I gasped out. "So close, Milo, please—"
He doubled down, his fingers hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, his mouth relentless on my clit. And then it hit, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under, drowning me in sensation.
Milo rode it out with me, his fingers drawing out every last shiver and shake before gently withdrawing. I reached for him blindly, pulling him up my body, needing more. Needing him.
"You sure, love?" Nova asked, his voice steady but his eyes wild. "You want Milo's knot?"
"Yes," I panted, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Need it. Need him."