Chapter Twenty-six
T hree weeks had passed. Three weeks of healing, sleeping, and living. I had never been happier than I was now. Never felt more accepted. Blake, Anders, and Zach were my everything. But it was time. I knew it was. The soft, twinkling aches had been easing into my womb over the last few days. The night sweats, the flare-ups of heat during the day. My body had been preparing itself for this moment, the moment when the kiss of sweat, slick, and need, claimed my body.
I walked into my bedroom, feeling the soft rug caress my toes. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I exhaled, slow, shaky. Safe.
The bed waited in the middle of the room, smothered with pillows, fluffed just how I liked them, blankets folded into cozy layers that invited me in. I sank into the middle, dragging everything close until I was wrapped in warmth and softness. I’d ‘borrowed’ my alphas shirts, adding them to the nest and inhaling deeply. It was them. All three of them cradling my body, soothing me.
I was wearing Zach’s shirt, which hung from my frame like a second skin, oversized, with the neckline slipping off one shoulder. His rich cedarwood scent clung to the fabric like a possessive touch. The moment it hit me, heat pulsed low in my belly. My thighs pressed together, and my body whined out for more.
The little fridge Anders had stocked up hummed in the corner. It was stocked to the brim with everything I loved. Juice boxes, chocolate. They were prepared. Prepared for my heat.
So was I.
A slow smile pulled at my lips. It wasn’t the room, the cushions, or even the soft golden light that made it feel like mine. It was the way they’d each claimed a part of this space, of me.
I curled deeper into my cocoon, heart thrumming, nerves alive.
The air crackled, my pulse quickened, and another flush of heat engulfed my body, ravaging it from the inside out. I held on to the bed frame, breathing faster. The room began to sway. Blake ran in, my body calling to him through the bond. “Is it time?” he asked, scenting the air. I had perfumed the moment the hot flush ravaged me. He growled, his eyes widening.
I curled tighter into the blankets, but they offered no comfort now... just suffocating heat against my feverish skin. The first wave crashed over me, making me gasp for breath in the stifling air, a dull ache that twisted sharply without warning.
My breath hitched.
Then came the fire.
It bloomed through my limbs like molten metal poured through my nervous system, stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped, dragging in a breath that felt too thick, too hot. My skin prickled, damp with sweat, every inch of me hypersensitive and burning from the inside out.
The pain struck next. Not just sharp, but electric , a jagged bolt that charged up my spine and made my whole body arch off the bed. A raw, unfiltered cry ripped from my throat before I could swallow it down. It echoed in the silence as I gripped the blankets, nails digging into the fabric, my body trembling as the wave passed.
The next one came even stronger.
“I need...” I cried.
Blake was there next to me, pulling off his shirt, lying his body against mine. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”
Seconds later, Zach and Anders barreled through the door. They stripped and jumped on the bed beside me. “Mmm!” I moaned, taking in their muscular bodies as their cocks raised for attention.
The world faded, leaving only the reassuring weight of my alphas' bodies against my own. Their scents enveloped me, earthy and potent. I gasped, pulling at my clothes.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Blake asked, his fingers trailing over my cheek, soothing me.
“I know what she needs,” Zach said, fully undressed and hitching my legs up. “You want a knot, don’t you, princess?”
“Mmm...”
His cock taunted the opening of my hole, and slowly he teased, pushing in inch by inch, all the time watching me squirm. “More!” I demanded, as the next wave of heat crashed over me. I pushed him over and onto the bed, jumping on top of him and slamming myself down on his cock. The pain screeched through me, the pleasure too. Raw, animalistic need sated by the fullness of his cock pushing deep inside. “Gods!” Zach cried, gripping my buttocks. “You’re gonna be a handful!”
I nodded, bouncing up and down as fast as I could, making his cock my own personal plaything. All the while, Blake was chuckling to himself, watching us. “My turn, sweetheart,” he said, coming in behind me, pushing my body flush against Zach’s.
Blake moaned, holding me down, using my slick to lubricate my back hole as I continued grinding on Zach’s cock like there was no tomorrow. Blake was captivated by me, pulling me down to him and kissing me hard.
Then, as Zach kissed me, Blake pushed his finger into my back hole, breaching the tight ring, and I gasped in pleasure.
Blake chuckled. “Sweetheart, do you like having your ass played with?” I moaned some more, then he pushed another finger in. “I wonder what sounds you’ll make as I slide my thick cock through that tight hole of yours.”
More!” I cried out.
Zach laughed, pushing harder and faster. Anders knelt beside me, teasing my lips with his cock. The taste of pre-cum made me yearn for more.
Blake pushed my body down, my chest lying flat on Zach’s. His thick length teased the opening, pushing into me as I stretched around his cock. I felt the fullness easing the aches from the heat. Two thick cocks were buried deep inside me, their movements igniting waves of pleasure through my body.
“Anders, you too,” I almost begged.
Without hesitation, he pushed his thick length inside, filling me, thrusting as his cock took the sounds of my pleasure.
“Are you ready for my knot, beautiful?” Zach asked, his breath hot and rapid.
I moaned as Anders pushed his cock into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I gagged.
Zach tensed. “So, fucking tight!” he yelled. “Can’t hold on much longer!”
Blake squeezed me harder. I was almost there. Had almost reached the top, when Zach exploded with a cry, setting Blake off behind him. Cum filled me, pooling out.
“KNOT!” I screamed, a raw, desperate sound, as Zach’s shaking intensified, his roar echoing in my ears as he lifted his face to my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin with a sharp, searing pain. The sensation of the bite was both exhilarating and overwhelming, causing me to climax instantly.
Blake’s touch was gentle yet powerful, as he turned us onto our sides, and we lay there knotted, basking in the afterglow, entwined on the bed, coated in slick, sweat, and desire, and falling softly, sweetly to sleep.
PAIN. SHARP, SEARING pain forced me awake as my body convulsed, waking with a start. I screamed out in the arms of Anders, who had been snoring peacefully, spooning me.
“What? What happened?” Then he saw me, his eyes wide, lips curled back. He whipped me over and eased himself inside, pushing deep and hard, until every inch of him was taken. I moaned with satisfaction.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his expression both sharp and calculated. I nodded, remembering the demonic version of him I only ever saw in the bedroom. He smirked, thrusting in and out, faster and faster.
His teeth grazed over my chest, as he nibbled at my breast, and thrills of tingling warmth bled through me. But then his bites hardened, his lips sucking more, body thrusting deeper and deeper. “This is mine,” he said, and looked at me with the darkest grin I'd ever seen. Then he bit down hard on my breast, pain exploding through my body, curling my toes, fingers gripping the bedsheets, and still he thrusted in and out, faster and faster.
The pleasure of the bite came soon after, as he lapped up the sweat and blood that flowed freely from the wound.
My body tightened around him like a vice, the heat, and wetness overwhelming as I moaned for more. My walls were pulsing, milking his cock, coaxing out every drop of his essence. “MORE!” I let out a scream, my fingernails raking across his back, leaving angry, bleeding crescent moons.
“More!” I demanded, my hips bucking, urging him to fill me quicker. I was dripping everywhere, the sweat plastered to my body, my slickness soaking the sheets. It smelled like sex and sin in here, and I wanted to drown in it.
He slammed into me, a powerful impact that sent shivers down my spine, and I screamed. A raw, primal lust, like a serpent coiling, consumed every part of me, its heat scorching. This feeling, this pure ecstasy, made my heart pound and tears well in my eyes. I wanted to feel him inside of me for days on end.
“You gonna come for me, Summer?” he growled, his voice rough. “Let me knot you?”
“Yes, Anders, yes! I’m so close...”
He grabbed my hips, pulling himself back into me with every thrust, his cock bottoming out inside me every time. My pussy was so wet he could barely keep his grip on me, but he wasn’t letting go. Not until... until...
I cried out when it hit me, my whole body shaking, squeezing him so tightly, that he found it difficult to move. But he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t done yet.
He flipped me over, so he was on top and took charge.
My back arched as he drove into me again, the aftermath of my climax still pulsing through me, each deep thrust setting off aftershocks that made my thighs shake. My breasts jolted with every movement, hypersensitive, nerves raw from pleasure. I couldn’t tell where the heat ended and where I began. Just that I was soaked, stretched wide, and on the brink of unraveling all over again.
“Mine,” he growled, voice low and rough, more animal than man. I lifted my legs to deepen the thrust, bringing them up and over his shoulders. He held my thighs in place, placing kisses on my calf.
That grin. Damn! That wicked, possessive curve of his lips. It made my stomach drop and my core clench. He didn’t wait. He claimed my mouth, a bruising kiss that stole my breath and flooded me with need. His hips snapped harder, faster, urgent now, like he had to feel every inch of me wrapped around him.
“More,” I gasped, clawing at his back, needing it. Needing him in a way that felt primal, instinctual.
His voice was a dark promise against my lips. He chuckled, forcing himself in hard, making me gasp. “Good... I’m not done with you yet!”
He slid his hands down, strong fingers biting into my hips. Every thrust was calculated, relentless, designed to drive us both toward the edge until we shattered. The knot between us pulled tighter, swelling, tethering us together with every ragged breath and hungry grind.
My skin was slick, feverish, sliding against his with each frantic movement. I met him stroke for stroke, dizzy with lust, with desperation. The pressure coiled tighter inside me, almost unbearable.
And I wanted more.
I locked my legs around him, desperate to keep him there. To keep him inside . Every inch of him drove deeper, and I felt impossibly stretched, my body quivering with the effort to take more. It was too much and not enough all at once. Every stroke sent sparks behind my eyes, nerves fraying at the edges, drowning me in a heat so thick it choked the air from my lungs.
“Anders.” His name tore from me on a gasp, broken, raw. I couldn’t keep up with the pace he'd set, each thrust ruthless and consuming.
He didn’t answer with words. He didn’t need to. His body bowed over mine, muscles rigid, a deep groan shuddering out of him as he drove in one last time. I felt it the moment it happened... his knot swelling, locking us together with a brutal, perfect pressure. The stretch, the fullness. It was exquisite agony. I whimpered, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of being claimed so completely.
His breath burned against my neck, ragged and uneven as we hung there in the moment, fused, breathless, drenched in sweat. I could feel the pulse of him inside me, the thick heat of release, the instinctive grip of my body refusing to let go. And then... he moved again.
Tiny, shallow rolls of his hips made me moan without shame, my voice catching in my throat, soft and wrecked. He leaned close, lips brushing my ear with a rasp that sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re locked now,” he murmured, possessive and low. “You’re not going anywhere.”
As if I could . As if I’d ever want to.
Pleasure crashed over me in another violent wave, rolling through my body until my back arched and I clawed at him, needing somewhere to put the chaos tearing through my blood. I shattered, splintering around him with a strangled cry, muscles clenching as the knot held us in place.
Anders’s rhythm faltered, his breathing harsher now. He gripped my hips tighter, bruising, like he needed to anchor himself to me or be swept under. And then, with a sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest. He thrust hard one last time.
He growled against my skin as he came, filling me with heat that seemed to burn straight through to my core. My whole body jerked as he claimed me.
There was nothing left of me but sensation. Raw. Wild. Marked.
And his.