Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
MIA
To my surprise—which doesn’t make sense, because it’s logical—my heat does soothe after having Aiden’s knot. I’m still living through a constant state of feverish cheeks and thrumming veins filled with need, but I’m not shaky or light-headed. Which is good because I really needed to get home to my apartment.
I promised the band I’d see them tomorrow. They’d let me go despite concern for my heat. And I understood, because there’s a solid chance that by tonight I’ll be craving them uncontrollably again. But we have two weeks to get ready for this tour. I need my notebooks, my old unused lyric collections, and more clothes. And maybe some string lights and posters and?—
If I’m going to be staying at Aiden’s while we prepare for Knotty Tour, and while I’m in this heat, I need just more things . My things. Nesting thing.
I groan, the thought hitting me as I park my car at my apartment building. A nest, taking all of their knots, making it through this second heat without burning up from the inside, it’s all just so much on top of preparing for Knotty Tour.
Thankfully, Sable is already waiting outside my apartment when I get there. She welcomes me with wide arms that only hug me for a moment before she pulls away. “How are you feeling?”
“Warm,” I admit and urge us on toward my apartment. “I, uh… Feel better after this morning.”
I’d called her on the way here and asked her to meet me. She agreed, but only after I explained why I sounded so happy.
Sable smirks. “I bet. You’re absolutely glowing.”
I can’t help but smile and shake my head a little. “Nothing about Exit Fate seems real to me. And yet it is very, very real.”
Her eyebrows wiggle. “It sure is. I can’t believe you took Aiden Paltier’s knot, girl!” She elbows my side. “Mia, Mia.” She sounds like a proud older sister.
“We really need to focus here,” I say, trying to steer her away from this conversation. Partially because this is embarrassing and mostly because if we keep talking about my bandmates’ knots, I’m seriously going to have a problem sooner than later.
“Right, yes, so you can get back to your men,” Sable says.
“My bandmates .”
She affixes a mock-serious crease to her brow. “Yes, of course.” Then she giggles. “Fucking hell, Mia.”
Yeah. Fucking hell. “I know.”
We walk upstairs to my apartment and hurry inside. I go through my mail—mostly junk—and then shower quick and pack a suitcase of needed things. Clothes. My favorite blanket. My notebooks and gel pens I write all my music with. And, yes, string lights. Hope Aiden’s amenable to adding these to his bedroom walls.
Sable helps me stuff everything together into the suitcase. We’ve got it zipped up tight when a wash of lightheadedness comes over me. I sway beside the bed.
“Whoa, girl,” Sable says as she helps me sit down. “Are you okay?”
I nod. I’d been so focused on grabbing nest supplies that I hadn’t realized how loudly the heat thrum had gotten in my veins. I shoot Sable a sheepish smile. “Yeah, just my heat flaring.”
She gives me an understanding look before grabbing my suitcase and hauling it from my bed. “I get you. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be out there.”
“Thank you.” It’s not possible to convey with words and a look how grateful I am for her. Luckily we’ve been friends so long, I don’t need to. Our telepathic link, even a pretend one, is set.
After a few hours during which Sable blasts so much good music—including stuff from Aiden and Leo’s old bands—I emerge from my bedroom exhausted and dehydrated. I shower again to wake myself up and clean off, grab a water, and sit beside Sable on my couch.
“How are you doing?” she asks with a knowing smile.
“Fine.” It’s all I have to offer as I sip my water. Then I relax a little. “Better. Thank you, Sable.”
She smirks. “Of course. I thought maybe Aiden’s voice might help.”
I chuckle and wrap my arms around my knees. “You thought right. Although I think it’ll be like this until I have all of their knots and they mark me.”
She raises an eyebrow. “They didn’t mark you last night?”
“No.” I squeeze my arms around my knees tighter. “Everything’s being taken slowly.”
Sable reaches for my hand. I nod her an okay, so she holds it. “Wouldn’t it help your heat, though?”
“I mean, yeah.”
“But?”
“We barely know each other.” Although we were certainly getting to know one another. “We’re also trying to launch Exit Fate, and that’s important.”
Sable levels me with a look. “I’m not going to disagree with you regarding the band and Knotty Tour, but I also think that if this is a pack and your alphas want to, you should let them help. Especially if there’s mutual interest and attraction. It’s worth the risk, Mia. You deserve to be happy.”
“I thought this was about my heat,” I argue since it seems Sable has switched gears.
She holds up her hands in defense. “Just saying—don’t let chasing success be what holds you back from living the rest of your life.”
“Or drinking too much?” I ask.
Sable nods. “Yes, or that. Since that’s what’s got your suppressants all messed up in the first place.” She gestures vaguely at me. “You drinking must have lessened their effects, and these guys came right in and—” Sable claps her hands together for effect.
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it was something like that.”
She smiles at me then throws herself toward me for a hug. “I’m so proud of you, Mia. I know everything with Exit Fate is happening quickly. But you looked powerful and in your purpose on stage at Sound House. You’ll smash Knotty Tour.”
I hug her back just as tightly. “Thank you.”
Sable sits back. “Now, what do you want to do tonight? Are you feeling like staying in because of everything, or…?”
Her tone is enough to let me know she’s much more interested in the “or…” option. “What are you thinking?”
Sable gives me a once-over. “If you think you’re stable enough, maybe we could go out for a quick dinner, maybe even a little dancing, just to inject some fun into this prepping-for-tour panic?”
It’s a risk. A blatant one. Mixing heat with tour prep is already a lot, but once my heat ends, the only sort of fun release in tour prep will be the creative magic with the band. Which is amazing as it is, but the nerves leading up to our show at Sound House will be nothing compared to how they’ll be in the days before our first Knotty Tour show.
Sable inclines her head expectantly when I fail to reply. “What if I call the guys and have them meet us out? Then at least they’ll be with you if you need them.”
“I’m pretty sure being around them is going to send me right into another flare.” I sigh a little and relinquish control to the universe. “But I am tired of being a slave to these heats. I’ll call them. Go get ready.”
Sable grins wide. “Perfect.” She dances off to her own apartment to change and get ready while I text the group chat:
Sable and I are going out to our favorite bar for dinner. You’re welcome to join if you want to make the drive. Abstract Note, 123 Apple Boulevard.
Sable’s back at my apartment and we’re ready to go when the first replies come, all indicating they’ll meet us there. Sable’s response? “Better get there and find a good corner table booth in case, you know—“ She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Wow.” I laugh and pull her along to her car. “Let’s get going.”
* * *
I still feel good by the time we arrive at Abstract Note. It’s this little bar with good food, great music, a lively dance floor for the space provided, and a dotting of easels, paints, and canvases around for patrons to paint on. Dark-mauve walls, black wooden floors, and more house plants than I can count—all very real, too—adorn the place.
Sable does indeed spot and claim a corner booth. We duck into it and order drinks and an appetizer. I wanted to wait until the guys were closer for that, but she insists. “You need to stay fed and watered,” as if I’m a pet and not a human omega.
She’s—as usual—not wrong. My stomach growls as a plate of chips and salsa are placed at our table along with a pitcher of sparkling water.
Everything is simple and chill as we wait for the band until Sable and I both notice the bar getting a little too crowded, almost to capacity. Which at 4 p.m. is very strange for Abstract Note. At one point, the owner, a petite brunette woman Sable and I have known for a few years now since we started haunting this place comes over to the corner table and slides in next to me.
“Hi,” Rosie says with a quick look over her shoulder at the crowd. “I don’t think they’ve quite noticed you’re over here yet, but I think you two should go.”
My brow creases. “Why? I love seeing how busy it is for you.”
A smile curls her dark red painted lips. “I appreciate that, but it’s because of you. The girls in back saw viral posts during their break. Someone leaked that you’re here, and I think they said it’s tied to how well you did at Sound House?”
It’s cute that Rosie doesn’t totally understand I’m in a band or performed music before this, but her wait staff apparently does.
Sable glances at the crowd. “This is all for Mia?”
“And your band,” Rosie says with a slight shrug. “You can leave out the back if you want.”
I meet Sable’s gaze. I’ve been recognized around town before, especially right after my viral videos, but it’s been nothing like this. Like only now that Rosie points out the crowd is here for me that I can clearly hear their conversations rather than blocking them out as background noise.
I said she’s here.
If Mia’s here, the rest of Exit Fate should be too.
Ooooh where is Leo Altis?
Aiden too.
That cutie drummer.
Mia.
Mia. Mia. Mia.
I swallow hard as my stomach sinks. The fact it’s fear and not a desire to join who I hope are my fans surprises even me. But I know why. Even though I’m not flaring right now, I’m still in heat, and this crowd’s voices aren’t the only thing coming into my mind more clearly now that Rosie’s pointed it all out.
It’s the number of alphas present, too. The crowd is a mix of people, and even though they’re not MY alphas, my heat-fevered body still hums with excitement to be so near to so many alphas.
Warmth blooms across every inch of my body and I shoot a pleading look at Sable, who understands in an instant what’s happening.
Sable stands from the table and thanks Rosie. “We’ll go out the back if you can help us get there.”
We’ll need it. Abstract Note is quickly becoming full to the point where movement in any direction is nearly impossible.
Rosie stands too. “Sure thing.”
Sable offers me a hand, and I take it and go to stand, but my legs shake to the point of me falling right back into the seat. My head spins, and my body starts to vibrate heavier. Louder. My pulse is pounding in my ears.
Where are my alphas?
Panic sets in. Going into heat in a room full of alphas is a shitty, shitty idea. Especially when, as soon as I’m recognized, I’ll need to be professional, polite, and maybe even stick around for photos and autographs. But I can’t stand long enough to get out of here. I can’t possibly be the frontwoman Exit Fate requires like this, even at such an unplanned event.
“Come on.” Sable moves to where Rosie was and throws my arm around her neck. Even her touch, friendly and light as it is, sends a pulse of need through me. I need to get the hell out of here.
I let Sable help me up and we start moving behind Rosie toward the back. From where we were, the front door is just as far away, but it’s more crowded, so we let Rosie guide us. But we don’t get far before people start knocking into us not realizing.
“Hey, watch it!”
“Screw you!”
A woman accidentally elbows me in the side. I shrink away from her and into another man—an alpha , judging by his size and scent, which makes me want to vomit because it’s not my alpha — to my left. My shoulder knocks into the drink in his hand. The liquid spills all over his clothes and expensive-looking shoes.
“What the fuck ?” he says as he shoves me hard .
Sable reaches for me, but I stagger, lightheaded, and lose my balance. I teeter to the ground and land heavily on my shoulder and hip. A swirl of feelings hit all at once—arousal from the alpha’s touch, pain splintering from the fall, embarrassment from falling at all to begin with.
“Watch where you’re fucking going—” the alpha says, but then his eyes go wide as they meet mine brimming with tears. “Oh, fuck. You’re—you’re—oh, god, I’m sorry.” He reaches down to offer me a hand, but another body comes into view. A hand grabs his, tilts it up to nearly the breaking point, and shoves the alpha back.
“Fucking touch her again and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
I look up. Noah and Leo appear. They kneel beside me on either side and pick me up while Aiden holds his ground.
Sable’s eyes are wide too but a smirk is forming on her lips. She raises an eyebrow.
Yeah, I get it. That was hot as fuck. Might be more hot if I wasn’t the reason Aiden’s out here threatening people, though.
“Are you okay?” Leo asks.
I look up at him. “Are you ?” He shouldn’t be in crowds like this.
“Let’s go.” Noah guides me toward the kitchen as we’d been intending before.
“She bumped into me , man,” the alpha argues.
Leo and Noah flank me and lead me away before I can entirely see what Aiden’s doing. But I do hear the other alpha yelp in pain and the sound of a hundred people with camera apps open, sounds on, pressing the photo button.
Sable trails behind us all and eventually Aiden follows. We’re out in the back alley in the blink of an eye, although I’m certain it takes longer than that. But between the pain in my shoulder, the arousal in my core from Noah and Leo holding me, and the feverish heat slowly consuming me from being near not only other alphas, but mine now, I have no idea what way is up anymore.
Sable fans my face with her hand. “Mia?”
“I’m okay,” I say. At least, I think I say it.
“Fucking bastard.” Aiden shuts the back door to Abstract Note.
“Think you broke his hand,” Noah notes. His voice filters into my ears through the sea of fever.
Leo shifts a little. My body weeps for the sudden loss of full contact on my right side. His fingers gingerly touch my shoulder. It aches but it’s not sharp pain. Then his hands trail down to my hips and a different sort of ache takes hold. “She’s not seriously hurt.”
“No, but she’s burning up,” Sable says as she places her cool palm on my forehead. “I’m so sorry. This was my idea, and she said she was feeling fine just an hour ago. I should have known.”
“It’s okay,” Aiden quips with a growl in his voice.
“It is ,” I reiterate. He better not turn that aggression on my best friend.
Sable’s kind eyes meet mine. “You’ve not had a heat like this ever, or heats, period, in years. I should have known not to?—”
“How were we to know it’d get crowded like this?” I ask.
The answer sits in the air between us all: I went viral, then Exit Fate did. Failure to anticipate fame enough to be recognized and followed is no longer acceptable, but must be planned for. Especially during my heats.
I sway in Noah and Leo’s grip. Their hands only lightly hold me upright, knowing what their touch does to me in this state, but they won’t let go. Aiden’s barely stopped pacing, his fists white-knuckling at his sides.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. They all turn to me. “I’m sorry you had to step in, but thank you for doing so.”
Aiden stops pacing in front of me. “Mia, we will always be there to protect you. Always. ”
And kill for me, apparently. The way Aiden laid out the threat, the rage in his tone… I believe it.
“You’re not just our bandmate, Mia,” Leo says.
“You’re our omega,” Noah adds.
My knees buckle. Slick has long been sliding between my thighs by now. But their admissions and their protection are sending me doing into a heat spiral.
Sable clears her throat. “Her apartment is like ten minutes away. I can take one of you and the rest can follow with Mia.”
Aiden glances down at me. “Is that okay?”
I nod in quick motions. “Hurry.” I’m afraid I might burst into flames if I have to wait any longer. I need them. Only they can ease this heat, only they can harmonize with the hum singing in my veins.
The world spins as Noah and Leo set me in Noah’s car while Aiden hops in with Sable. I focus on breathing and ignoring the ache in my shoulder and hip. Thankfully, both seem to be lessening with time after being shoved to the ground. This heat flare is impossible—I feel like I’m burning from the inside out, much stronger than this morning, and I’m starting to think it has nothing to do with the amount of alphas surrounding me earlier.
I need Noah and Leo’s knots. I need all three of them to mark me. This bond exists—has existed from the moment we first met. But we weren’t a pack then. We are now, and this pack bond needs to be sealed.
I feel it in my bones, in my very soul. These alphas are a part of me now, a part I can never remove even if I wanted to. And I do not want to.
It all seems so surreal, so out of the blue. But looking back, I can see all the tiny little invisible strings connecting us and growing taut the closer and closer we came to finally meeting not as rockstars and fans and Juilliard students, but as a pack.
These are the thoughts that fill me as Sable waves goodbye and leaves me in the care of my alphas. As Noah carries me in his arms up to my apartment and into my bedroom where he lays me in the closest thing to a nest I’ve thus far made.
The sheets envelop me and feel cozy—and then they feel hot. Way too hot on top of my clothing. I sit up and start stripping myself bare to get cooler.
“Mia—Mia,” Noah warns as he dodges a wild hand.
I wince as, when taking off my shirt, my shoulder twinges in pain. “It’s too hot. I can’t?—”
“Here,” Leo purrs as he removes my shirt for me, then my bra. “Better?”
I wiggle my feet and reach down to take off my pants and socks. “No.”
Aiden beats me to it. He pulls off my pants, then panties and socks. “Mia, you are the most beautiful sight in the world right now, angel.”
I lay back against the bed while my alphas surround me. My chest rises and falls with my quick, desperate breaths. “I’m still burning,” I whisper.
“We know, angel.” Leo leans in and kisses my hot cheeks and then blazes a fiery trail of kisses down my jawline to my neck and collarbone.
Aiden follows a similar path on the other side, but then kisses down to my full breasts and pebbled nipples.
Noah’s busying himself leaving gentle caresses everywhere my other two alphas aren’t.
My back arcs up off the bed with every touch, every kiss, every inch of our skin touching. “I should have stayed at your place, Aiden.”
He shifts and trades places with Noah, so that Noah is leaning over me from the end of my bed and Aiden is up by my head.
“It’s okay, angel,” Aiden says.
I shake my head. Tears build in my eyes. “You were so angry.”
Aiden leans in. His thumb brushes away my tears as Leo captures one of my breasts in his mouth. I gasp and moan, but hold Aiden’s gaze. It’s hot. Everything about them in this moment is arousing as hell.
“I was only angry because another alpha touched you.” Aiden kisses me lightly. “He hurt you.” He kisses my jawline. “You are ours . No one will ever hurt you again, Mia. I swear it. We all do.” He lightly kisses my hurt shoulder.
I melt. At least, I’m pretty sure I do. I feel like goo and jello beneath their hot gazes and tempting touches. The slick between my thighs has grown exponentially with how close we all remain to each other.
“You are ours,” Noah echoes as he runs his open palms down my abdomen and to my thighs to open them wide. His grin upon seeing the slick built up there is holy. “Aren’t you, Mia? Our omega?”
I nod.
“Say it,” Leo purrs in my ear.
“I am your omega.” My mouth is dry with heat and anticipation. It’s hard to speak with my throat so warm—with my entire body so on fire. “Please. I need...” Fuck. Why does saying it feel so hard to do still?
Aiden strokes my face. “We know, Mia. We wanted to take it slow, but this heat is devouring you.”
I nod against his palm. “Please. I need your knots. I need this pack, for you to mark me. I need release .” I moan on the last word as Noah slides one finger up through the slick against my slit. My back arcs off the mattress again.
Aiden’s jaw is tight. “After what happened at the bar, I’m not sure I can be gentle. Or that all of us can.”
“What that asshole did…” Leo trails off.
I get it. They’re in rut. They want this just as badly, to take care of me, to knot me, to claim me once and for all.
And fuck I want it. I want it so badly my thoughts are turning to mush, to one and only one intent: mating.
“Claim me,” I beg. My voice shakes. “I’m not fragile.” I look to Leo and Noah. “I need you both inside me now . Please.”
They share only the quickest of understanding gazes before moving as one. Leo and Aiden help shuffle me to the end of the bed so Noah can kneel between my legs, his face inches from my core. I feel his hot breath on my slit moments before his tongue begins only the most glorious assault on my clit.
I cry out—it feels so good it almost hurts. But that cry is swallowed by Leo’s tongue and Aiden’s hands on my breasts. The three of them work me as one, filling all my senses with nothing but heat-easing pleasure. Noah only hooks two fingers inside me before I’m teetering off the edge and cumming on his finger.
It does nothing but stoke the fires inside me hotter and hotter.
“We should have all claimed you last night,” Leo admits between kisses. “It might have tamed this heat more.”
I shake my head. It’s okay , I think, but I can’t reply because now Noah is thrusting three fingers inside me. My hips buck against his hand and mouth. I grab on to Leo and Aiden’s legs to hold me steady as I ride out a second orgasm against Noah.
“Please,” I beg them. This is nice, but it’s not what my body craves, and I am so fucking ready.
They all move quick to remove their clothing. Noah tosses a string of condom packets on to the bed. He rips off one for himself, tears it open, and slips it on.
He gestures to the group. “Turn her around, I want to lay beneath her.”
There’s some shuffling. It ends with Noah beneath me and me sitting atop his middle. He slides his large cock against my slit, soaking himself in my slick while Aiden claims my mouth with his tongue.
“Are you ready, Mia?” Noah asks.
“Yes. Please.” I sound like a needy whore. Because I am.
Noah lines himself up. His head is larger than Aiden’s, and I can tell he’s going to stretch me even further. My knees quake with anticipation. I throw my head back in joy and pleasure as Noah sinks into me. But he’s moving too slowly, allowing my walls far too much time to adjust. I need this now .
I thrust down and sink Noah fully to the hilt inside me. He growls in pleasured surprise as I cry out, a moan tearing its way out of my throat.
“Fuuuuck, Mia,” he finally manages to say.
I just smile down at him, satisfied with his cock inside me, and place my hands on his chest.
“Okay, that was hot,” Aiden comments. His hands find my breasts and massage them as Leo moves in behind me.
I reach for Aiden’s hard cock standing at attention and start to slowly stroke him.
Noah thrusts a little inside me. “You’re so fucking perfect , angel.”
I lean forward and he meets me halfway in a searing kiss that feels like home. Slowly, we begin a pace together as I ride him. His cock strokes the most needy parts of me, summoning a deep orgasm that’s building slowly in waves of pleasure. I don’t rush it. I don’t urge it along. I just enjoy the slow build, the crescendo dancing until?—
A finger brushes my other entrance. One I’ve never, ever, done anything with. The knotted dildos never even experimented there.
“You’re doing so good, angel,” Leo purrs from behind me. “Do you think you can take us both?”
Aiden groans at the thought. His cock pulses in my hand.
My pulse pounds in my ears. A red flush has already grown on my upper chest. “I want to try.”
“Are you sure?” Leo wraps a gentle hand around my throat and urges me back for a kiss. “I’m not sure I can wait to take you after Noah. Everything within me wants to rut into whatever entrance is available right now . But I can wait if I must.”
If I must.
I’m not sure I can wait.
I nod. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Leo bites his lip and then nods in return. Noah holds my hips so we both slow our pace, but I don’t let up my hand on Aiden’s cock. I pull him close so he has to kneel on the bed beside me. This gives me the best angle to brush my lips against the head of his cock already dripping with a pearl of white. I lick it off while looking Aiden straight in the eyes.
“Fucking hell, Mia.” Aiden throws his head back and groans. He grabs the hair at the back of my head and thrusts into my mouth.
I take all of him as far back as I can. Aiden just holds himself there as I start to lightly gag. That’s when Leo slides one then two slick-coated fingers inside my ass. I moan on Aiden’s cock. The feel of him there, the fullness of Noah’s cock inside me, and Aiden’s in my mouth has my eyes rolling back in my head. My sensitive body has hit its tipping point, and everywhere feels electrified and alive.
I cum hard on Noah’s cock. Aiden withdraws from my mouth so he can hear my moans.
“That’s right,” Aiden says. “Let your pussy— our pussy—cum all over him. You’re our omega, angel. With us, let your body feel everything. Be loud, scream our names in pleasure. Be free.”
I start to ride Noah’s cock at Aiden’s words. My core is still throbbing around him as another orgasm builds. Aiden reaches between us to finger my clit as I take him back into my mouth.
Leo stretches me again with a third finger and then presses his cock against my ass. He leans me over Noah, who holds my hips now with a tight, bruising grip. He stops all thrusting as Leo presses into me inch by inch.
It hurts at first. I stretch so wide for him, so full of both Noah and Leo. I never knew I could be this full. My lips part in a moan as Leo settles deep within me, then I swallow hard. Because I feel like I’m being ripped apart and filled at the same time, but it feels so fucking good .
Noah brushes a fallen lock of blue and pink hair out of my face. “You’re doing so good, Mia. You’re amazing.”
“I’m…” I’m what? So alive? So full? So everything . “I’m yours. All of yours. Please. Claim me. Mark me. Mate with me.”
I almost say breed me . But that feels like it crosses the desperate line. Like it’s too far into our most primal instincts and completely illogical for what’s required of the band in the next few months.
But it crosses my mind that I wouldn’t mind at all raising their pups. Having children with them. Building such a large, loving, happy family with them.
This feels wild. But so do I. I feel so wild and out of control, and the only thing grounding me in this moment are these three alphas.
My alphas.
“As you wish, our omega,” Noah says before beginning a slow thrusting pace. Leo moves as well, with one of them thrusting into me at a time. It’s all I can do to stay still as another orgasm builds. To feel them at the same time, to know their knots are building with every thrust, going deeper and deeper into me—I’m falling apart as another orgasm rips through me.
When it passes, Aiden fists my hair tight again and ruts into my throat. His cock fills my mouth, welcomes my hums and purrs of pleasure. His cock pulses and his balls pull up.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. He thrusts deep into my throat one last time and empties himself there.
I swallow every drop.
Leo and Noah pick up speed. They thrust in unison now. Aiden has to help hold me up. I cum one more time before they push their knots into me and I wonder if this is it. Is this the last moment before I’m so full I rip at the seams?
But I don’t. I take both of their knots at the same time with coaxing from Aiden, and they cum together.
We stay there like that while Aiden, Noah, and Leo, all caress my face and body.
“So beautiful, angel.”
“Our little omega.”
“You did so well, Mia.”
And then, just before Leo and Noah’s knots deflate, they each find space on my skin and bite me. They mark me on my neck, my shoulder, and my chest, claiming me. Marking me as theirs for all alphas to see. Solidifying our bond so my heat only burns this bright during an actual cycle, and not as a side effect of us not sealing the bond sooner.
Peace washes over me, although that peace is still laced with desire so deep, I have to wonder if it’ll be rooted in me forever.
But for now, my heat simmers down to nothing.
Once Noah and Leo are able to withdraw from me, we clean up and someone grabs water for everyone. I fall asleep wrapped in a tangle of my alphas. My bandmates.
My home.