Chapter 31
Lo
Ican’t get enough air.
Hayes is still deep inside me, holding me together while my body trembles around him. My chest heaves, my skin damp, and yet the fire raging through me is still insatiable, clawing for more, demanding more. My heat hasn’t broken. It’s only getting worse.
This isn’t a medication failure.
It’s a breakthrough heat.
“Lo…” Hayes whispers against my hair, his body draped over mine as he nuzzles at the crook of my neck. “Talk to me. Say something, sweet girl.”
But even I can hear it in his voice, the strain, the sharp edge of want that’s ripping through his Beta calm. He knows what I know. One bond won’t be enough.
And then I feel it. Two more tethers snapping tight in my chest.
The door bursts open.
Beck storms in first, all muscle and authority, his cedar-smoke scent hitting me like a punch.
My thighs clench helplessly around Hayes, body reacting before thought can catch up.
Behind him, Ford follows, quiet and devastating, his golden eyes catching mine, the sharp tang of pine and leather wrapping around me until my whole body arches in answer.
The room is drenched in pheromones instantly. Mine, Hayes’s, theirs.
Heavy. Hot.
Alive.
“Christ,” Beck rasps, eyes dragging over me where I’m pinned beneath Hayes, flushed and slick and shaking. “You’re burning up.”
His nostrils flare, his jaw tight, and the hunger there makes my pulse trip over itself.
Ford says nothing at first, but the way he looks at me is unbearable. Steady, devouring. His scent rolls out, filling the room until my lungs ache with it. I whimper, the sound wrecked and needy, and his hands flex at his sides. He’s already fighting not to grab me.
“She can’t ride this out with just one of us,” Ford finally growls, low and certain. “She needs all of us. She needs her pack.”
The truth sears me from the inside out. My body aches, desperate and unsatisfied. Tears sting my eyes as I choke on the words that taste of surrender.
“Please. I can’t… I need you. I’m so empty. It… it hurts.”
Beck’s whole body goes rigid. My plea tears him apart. In two strides, he’s there, towering over me, one hand gripping my jaw, tilting my head to the side until I’m staring into the dark heat of his eyes. The cedar-vanilla burn of him fills my senses, makes me shake.
“Then take us,” he growls, rough and raw. “All of us.”
My hips jerk helplessly against Hayes, a sob escaping me as his hands clutch me tighter. He’s trembling, his restraint shredding, his mouth dragging down the column of my throat.
“She’s already unraveling,” he mutters, half to them, half to himself. “She won’t be coherent in an hour if this keeps up.”
“How long has she been like this?” I hear Ford ask.
“Only minutes,” Hayes says.
Beck’s fingertips tuck a strand of damp hair behind my ear. “You’re a quick heater, beautiful.”
A whine is all I can answer him with.
Ford crouches in front of me, so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my thighs. My heart stops. His eyes lock on mine, golden, and the muted bond between us flares so violently I nearly scream.
“You’ve been mine since the start,” he says. “I should’ve claimed you then. I won’t wait anymore.”
A strangled cry bursts from me. My hands shoot out, clutching at all of them. Hayes’s shirt, Beck’s wrist, Ford’s shoulder. Their scents crash together, flooding me, drowning me, filling every desperate corner of me.
The heat roars higher, and I can feel their restraint fraying, the sharp edge of rut in the way Beck growls, in the way Ford’s fingers dig into my knees, spreading me wider.
I’m only barely aware of Hayes moving off me. All I know is that I’m full, and then I’m empty. A cramp rolls through me, gushing slick and our intermingled arousal from in between my legs.
“Please,” I moan, “it hurts.”
I’m gasping, sobbing, begging with garbled words as instinct tears me apart. My body knows. They’re here to claim me, to break me open, to make this fire bearable.
My womb aches, my body begging for knots, for claim marks, for them to fuck me so full the ache finally, finally stops.
Beck growls low, shoving his mouth against mine, biting and devouring, until I’m gasping into him.
Hayes mutters broken curses against my neck as his hand finds my pulsing clit, swirling my slick around the aching nub.
Ford finally leans in, dragging his tongue up my slick, lapping at the mess me and Hayes created until I convulse with another sob.
“I need…” I sob, tears streaming, hips thrashing helplessly between all of them. “I need… please, Ford. The bond, it-it-it—”
Ford’s mouth seals over my trembling clit, tongue driving against my empty pussy as Hayes’s mouth crashes down to mine.
My cries are muffled as an orgasm crashes through my body, but it isn’t enough.
My heat is dragging me under quickly. I can’t breathe.
Can’t think. Can’t even hear straight. And then, Ford’s mouth is off my pussy.
Before I feel his tongue against my naked breasts.
When the hell did I get out of my clothes?
Do I even care?
“I’ve got you,” Beck growls as he situates himself between my legs.
“Mmm,” Ford hums with a growl, “gonna mark this tit as mine.”
“I’ve gotcha,” Hayes says as he lifts my sweating head into his lap.
The whimpered moan that leaves my lips has nothing on the way I cry out when Beck slams into my body.
His knot, already teasing the tight rim of my entrance as slick dribbles down my ass crack.
I grasp for the sheets beneath us as Ford scrapes his teeth along my left breast. The heat of his tongue teases me in a way that makes me snarl.
“Mark me, goddamn it,” I demand.
Ford chuckles darkly. “There’s my little one.”
And then his teeth sink into the meat of me.
My back arches as Beck shoves his cock deep inside of me, holding me there by the hips. I’m only barely aware of Hayes running his fingers through my hair as my full bond with Ford finally snaps into place.
What was once a muted presence with my mark on him becomes a two-way street. There’s the effortless darkness and smoke of Beck, but then there’s the cool, sweeping wind of Ford. Like he’s trying to cool down my instincts. Like he knows how much this hurts.
“I’ve got you,” Ford mutters against my skin. “My Omega. I’ve got you. Forever.”
“Beck,” I whimper out.
I’m writhing on Beck’s immobile cock, but it isn’t enough. My body is clenching, dripping, begging for something he isn’t giving yet. I lift my hips, my body drenched with a heat sweat that threatens to drag me under. Except I’m not scared this time.
This time, I know I’m safe.
“Hang on, sweet girl,” Beck growls as his fingertips dig into my hips. “Because I’m about to ruin you.”
“Yes,” I moan out.
His thrusts are brutal, but my heat is merciless… it knows I need to be knotted. It knows that I need to be filled until nothing hurts anymore. It knows that their knots are the only thing that can chase this insatiable pain away.
My Alphas.
My Beta.
My pack.
I cling to Beck as he hunches over me and sets a relentless pace. The bed shifts with each thrust, until my tits are bouncing and his face is planted right against the mark he left on the crook of my neck.
My head is turned, someone’s thumb brushing over my lower lip. And when I part them, I feel the velveteen girth of Ford rushing along the roof of my mouth.
“Yes,” I gag around him.
“Such a good girl for us,” Ford says as he brushes his fingers through my hair.
“Beck, move those hips,” Hayes says.
Beck growls, but I feel him shift before Hayes’s fingers are against my clit once more. Tracing. Circling. Teasing, until my body is arched and my curves jiggle with the shiver of heat coursing through my veins.
Then I hear Hayes’s voice in my ear. “I can’t wait to show you the new toy I got for us.”
“You bought it?” Beck growls as his body slams against mine.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Ford grunts out as his hand weaves its way through my hair. “Go get it. I’ve got her.”
“Now, Hayes,” Beck barks with that Alpha command of his.
“Knot,” I beg. “I need… I need… Beck, I’m begging you, I just—”
“Hold on, sweet girl,” he snarls as he hunches over me. My eyes flutter open, and I can see the barely contained rut behind his. “You’ll get exactly what you need. Ford?”
“Yep?”
“Don’t knot her mouth. You’re too big for that.”
The bond between me and Beck thrums with a hunger I can’t satiate. I’m only barely aware of the slick sounds of our mating while Ford fucks my face. My senses blur together. My body hums with electricity. My walls collapse around Beck’s cock, and it causes my throat to clench around Ford.
“Fuck, gonna come,” Ford growls.
I whimper with a need to fill my stomach with him.
My body climbs until it’s at a precipice that cannot be ignored. Everything whites out as my orgasm crashes over me, my back arching and my tits quivering as all my muscles lock at once. Hayes’s scent is closer now. I barely hear the sounds of plastic ripping and unwrapping.
Then Beck faceplants against his mating mark at the crook of my neck, sucking on it and sending a shockwave through my system.
“Goddamn it,” he snarls, and I feel his knot swelling.
“Yes, Alpha! Yes!” I cry out, the sound strangled and wrecked.
I feel Beck ballooning inside of me as Ford cups the back of my head.
He shoves me down on his cock, his knot tickling my nose.
Thread after thread of wet heat slides down the back of my throat effortlessly, but I swallow around him anyway.
I feel his cock jerking, feel his knot swelling against my lips.
“Oh, little one,” Ford shivers out on a groan as he slides out of my throat. “So good to us.”
“Mine,” Beck snarls as he drops down, his hands planted onto either side of my face.
I keen softly as his knot fills me up. This. This is what I need. Forever. Just to be knotted, and in my nest, and surrounded by my men.
By my pack.
Beck’s nose nestles against mine. “Breathe, sweet girl.”