Chapter 52
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
SASHA
I wake up feeling like I’ve been dumped next to a campfire—the heat is intense but wet in a way that makes no damn sense. My skin's slick, sticking to the sheets, and the air is so thick I could choke. The scent hits me before my eyes even open—sharp citrus and sugar, sweet as sin. Blood orange.
Flynn.
My lashes lift slowly, heavy with sleep. The room is dim, only the faint blush of morning leaking through the curtains, but my vision sharpens the moment instinct kicks in. My omega is burning up beside me, curled and trembling, his skin glowing with the fever of his first true heat.
“Flynn,” I whisper.
He rolls so he’s facing me, his pupils blown, eyes wide and swimming with desire. His cheeks are flushed, so red they could be painted on. His lower lip is bitten raw, shiny with saliva, and he’s breathing like he’s ran a damn marathon.
“I—your heat started,” I say, pushing up on one elbow, the sheets falling away from my nightie covered body. My heart’s already pounding, scent glands flaring open like they’re trying to drink him in. “Why didn’t you wake us?”
“I don’t know,” he says through a wince, his whole body curling tight. I can see the tremor in his thighs, the way his belly tenses. “I’ve never had a pack. I wasn’t sure if I could…”
“You didn’t have to be sure,” I cut him off. My hand finds the back of his neck, and I pull him toward me until our mouths crash together.
Flynn moans against my lips—needy, hungry, desperate. The kiss is molten. I can taste the salt of his skin, the sweetness of his scent. My tongue sweeps across his, coaxing, soothing. When I finally pull away, he’s panting.
“Shhh,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over his kiss-swollen mouth. “We’re here now. You’ve got us. Just say the word, baby, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
His eyes flutter closed for a second. “They’re still asleep?” he whispers, glancing past me to where Stone is lightly snoring.
I glance over my shoulder and snort. “Apparently. Which is a damn miracle considering the inferno and smell you’re throwing off. But their bodies know.”
I gesture with my chin toward Levi and Stone. The tents in their pants are comically obvious, cocks straining, twitching, their alpha instincts practically vibrating through them to rut their omega. Give him their knots and ease the pain of his heat.
I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbles up, pointing at the visual with raised brows.
Flynn lets out a breathy giggle that turns into a moan, pressing his thighs together.
“I still don’t want to be marked,” he says quickly, eyes flicking up to mine. “Not because I don’t trust you guys, but… I want to be fully present when that happens. I want to remember it all.”
I nod without hesitation. “Done. You’ll get that. No claiming. Not until after your heat and you ask for it. I swear.”
My palm cups his cheek. His skin’s so hot it’s almost feverish, but he leans into the touch like it grounds him.
“You’ll be fed. Bathed. Touched. Only how you want. We’ll take such good care of you, Flynn. I promise.”
“I know you will. You’re already doing it.”
There’s a beat of stillness—just the sound of our breathing and then my coconut and lime scent mixes with his. The air fills with pheromones, hot and thick like honey.
“So…” I start, smirking. “How should we wake up our alphas?”
Flynn swallows, his eyes dipping down to my mouth. He licks his lips like it’s involuntary. “I want your mouth on me, Sasha,” he says. “Please. I need relief. It hurts.”
My breath catches. My pussy, already soaked from the scent alone, clenches at the thought. “You don’t have to beg,” I say softly, already shifting to move.
I gently roll Flynn onto his back while I rise to my knees beside his thigh. He gasps, arching slightly, sweat-slicked skin glowing. His bare chest rises and falls in shallow pants, muscles twitching beneath flushed skin. I let my gaze trace the long line of his torso—the way his stomach trembles, the faint trail of hair that leads down, blond and damp with sweat and slick, vanishing beneath the waistband of his sweats.
Fuck.
His sweats are already damp with slick, clinging to him. I hook my fingers into the waistband and ease them down. He lifts his hips for me, thighs trembling. I slide them off and toss them to the side.
Flynn’s cock is flushed a deep red, hard and leaking, the head glistening with slick like it’s a fountain begging to be worshipped.
And I plan to.
I lean down, my breath ghosting over his shaft, sending a shiver racing through him. His body arches again, desperate for contact, for the sweet relief only I can provide at this moment. I can’t resist the urge to tease him a little longer.
“Do you want this, omega?” I murmur, my lips barely brushing against the tip of his cock. He whimpers softly, his hands fisting the sheets at his sides as he nods.
“Yes,” he gasps, eyes wide with need. “Please, Sasha.”
I smile at his eagerness, savoring the control that’s mine right now. With deliberate slowness, I press my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it gently before taking him deeper into my mouth. Flynn moans loudly, the sound vibrating through me like music. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if trying to meld our bodies together.
This is it. My first heat with an omega… my omega.
I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper still, feeling the weight of him filling my mouth. The taste is electric—salty and sweet—and I can’t get enough. My tongue dances along the underside of his shaft while I maintain eye contact with him; those blue eyes are filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation that sends another wave of heat coursing through me.
“God, Sasha,” he breathes out raggedly, hips bucking toward me as if he’s trying to thrust himself deeper into my throat. “You feel so good.”
Encouraged by his words, I pick up the pace, bobbing my head rhythmically while my hands explore the soft skin of his thighs and belly. Every flick of my tongue elicits a new sound from him—a mix of gasps and moans.
He starts to squirm beneath me, muscles tightening as he nears release. “Sasha… I’m so close,” he warns breathlessly.
I tighten my grip on his thighs and push myself down even further onto him, swallowing around him as best as I can while humming softly—a vibration that sends shockwaves through both our bodies. Flynn groans deeply, eyes rolling back as he reaches that precipice.
“Please… please, don’t stop!” he cries out just before he breaks. He spills into my mouth with a cry that echoes off the walls.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement—my gaze darts toward the source when I hear the subtle shift of bedsheets. The alphas are stirring. Stone’s eyes snap open first, narrowing in confusion before realization crashes over him like a wave. Levi follows a heartbeat later, his expression darkening. In seconds, both of them are fully alert, their gazes locking onto Flynn—and me hovering over him. Their features shift, sharpening with something fierce, something possessive, as instinct takes over.
But all I can focus on is Flynn—the way his body thrums beneath me, how he trembles and gasps for breath as I eagerly drink down every drop he offers me. I pull back slowly once he's spent, licking my lips clean and savoring the taste lingering on my tongue.
Levi moves before I can even blink, closing the distance. His hand fists gently in Flynn’s curls and he tilts his head up, claiming his mouth in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s fire—raw and searing—and Flynn melts into it, moaning softly. When Levi finally pulls back, his eyes are dark, his breath ragged.
“Did our beta make you feel good, Flynn?” he asks, voice low, almost smug.
Flynn’s voice is a breath. “Yes.”
Levi’s eyes flick to me. “When did his heat start?”
I shrug. “Not sure. I woke up to him like this too… but we figured you’d enjoy the show as an alarm.”
A palm cracks sharply against my ass, the thin string of my thong and barely-there nightie no match for the sting. I yelp, but it turns into a giggle as I glance back at Stone.
“You two are naughty,” he growls. His eyes drop to Flynn. “Did you tell Sasha what you need, Sweet Boy?”
“I did,” Flynn breathes, looking at me with a flushed face and desperate eyes. “It’s getting worse. She helped, but… I already want… need more. The ache. I’ll be lost in the haze soon.”
“We’ve got you,” Levi says softly, his thumb brushing over Flynn’s swollen bottom lip, gaze tender even through the tension radiating off him.
Flynn nods. “I know.”
“Then tell us,” Stone says, voice like thunder, “what you want, Sweet Boy.”
Flynn swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looks between us. “I… I want…” He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I want Levi to make Sasha feel good while Stone sucks me off.”
Levi and Stone share a look that speaks volumes; I’m not privy to their silent conversation, but I don’t need to be. They’re in agreement. “Then we’ll give you what you need,” Levi says, his voice firm and sure.
I move over to Levi, my heart pounding in anticipation. The air crackles with electricity as we shift around him; Flynn spreads his legs wider, ready and waiting to please our alpha.
Levi’s lips brush against mine. It’s a kiss filled with promise, igniting the air between us as he pulls my nightie over my head, exposing my skin to the coolness of the room. My breath hitches as his mouth trails down, finding its way to my breasts. He sucks gently at first, teasing me with soft pulls.
I arch into him, instinctively craving more as he hooks his fingers into my thong and slides it down, dragging it slowly over my thighs and knees until it’s off. The sensation of his hands on my bare skin is electric—every touch lighting something wild inside me.
I glance over at Flynn, catching the way his eyes darken, wide and full of want.
“Lay down,” Levi commands softly, guiding me to lie beside Flynn. As I settle next to him, he interlaces our fingers together—a gentle squeeze that sends warmth blooming in my chest.
A moan rips from his throat and my eyes glance down where Stone is kneeling before him, taking Flynn’s cock deep into the back of his throat. Stone’s thick hand presses firmly against Flynn’s stomach, preventing any thrusting but allowing him to feel every inch of the pleasure coursing through him. The sight is intoxicating—Flynn caught up in the moment, and Stone focused like nothing else matters but wringing every ounce of pleasure from him.
Then Levi’s mouth is on me again, trailing kisses along my neck and down to where his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He sucks harder this time, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I can’t hold back a moan, feeling every flick of his tongue.
“Flynn,” I whisper, urging him to look at me while Levi lavishes attention on my other breast. Our eyes meet—his gaze shimmering with tears—and I can see how much he needs this connection between us all.
“I love you,” he whispers, voice shaky.
“I love you too,” I reply. “You deserve this… you deserve all the pleasure we can give you.”
Tears brim in his ocean-blue eyes as he smiles back at me. “I know you struggled knowing Levi had an omega,” he murmurs. “But you're everything to me, Sasha—the first to make me comfortable. The one who saved me in that room. You’re not less. You’re mine… ours.”
I smile, feeling my own tears coming on. "Yours."
Stone’s muffled groans break the moment as he continues to work his magic on Flynn’s cock.
Levi finally sinks between my legs. His breath ghosts over my sensitive skin before he dives in fully—his tongue flicking against my clit that has me gasping for air. I bite my lip, trying to muffle the moans.
“Let it out, Sasha,” Flynn pants. “I want to hear you. I want to know you’re feeling good, too.”
A cry rips from my throat as Levi works his magic on my core. His tongue swirls around my clit, sending me spiraling toward the edge of orgasm. Flynn’s heavy breathing and Stone’s muffled groans only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Levi… I’m close.” His only response is a growl before he redoubles his efforts, flicking his tongue faster and harder against my swollen bud. The tension coils tighter and tighter until it finally snaps—I come apart in a shattering climax that has me crying out his name.
“Stone!” Flynn cries.
Stone swallows around him—a wet sound that sends another jolt of arousal straight to my core.
Flynn’s hips jerk, and he spills himself into Stone’s waiting mouth. The alpha swallows our omega’s cum but a little spills from the sides of his mouth. He pulls off Flynn’s dick and wipes his mouth. “Fuck, Flynn. You taste fucking amazing.”
Stone’s gaze pins Flynn like a wolf about to devour his prize. It’s possessive. Feral. There’s no mistaking the way he looks at our omega—not just like he owns him, but like he’s waited years to feast on him. And gods, it does something to me. Something I don’t want to name. Something sharp and aching and mine .
My pulse stutters.
Stone’s stare shifts to me. It makes my thighs clench, makes my core wet, makes me feel seen in the most primal way.
“On all fours. Now. Both of you,” he growls. “Levi, switch places with me. It’s time for you to enjoy our omega.”
Not a request. Not even a command. It’s a claim .
My body obeys before my brain catches up, muscles moving with instinct. Flynn and I scramble, limbs tangling for a beat before we settle—knees pressed into the mattress, hands braced side by side in submission. My breath trembles as I inhale, the scent of heat, slick, and alpha dominance thick in the air. I risk a glance at Flynn.
His lashes flutter, cheeks pink and damp, lips parted as he pants quietly. He’s beautiful like this. Shining with sweat, trembling with need, pliant and ready and aching. I reach out, fingers brushing his.
"I think it's our turn to please our alphas,” I murmur.
“I need more,” Flynn whines.
I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Levi toss his pants to the floor, eyes locked on Flynn’s flushed body like a starved man facing down his first real meal.
“You’re trembling,” Levi murmurs to Flynn. He runs his hand up Flynn’s thigh, thumb stroking the soft inner muscle there. “Good. Let your body feel everything, omega. You don’t have to hold back.”
Flynn moans, the sound low and wrecked, as Levi settles behind him—close, but not touching yet. The restraint makes my thighs squeeze together.
I feel Stone before I hear him. The press of his heat, the quiet rumble of his growl, the low breath he drags in as he moves to mirror Levi’s movements. “Up,” he says, fingers grazing the curve of my ass. “Arch that back, Sasha. Let me see you.”
I tilt my hips, thighs parting wider as he kneels behind me. I feel exposed. Offered.
Stone slides his hands up the backs of my thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle, not gentle— possessive.
His voice is a dark whisper against the back of my thigh. “Do you have any idea what watching you with him like that did to me?”
“I can imagine,” I manage to sass him.
“Good,” Stone replies. “Then let me show you what it means to be truly claimed.” Stone thrusts forward in one smooth motion, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously around him.
“Fuck—so tight,” Stone snarls behind me.
His hands grip my waist harder as he begins to move, each thrust deep and rough.
“You’re doing so well,” Levi praises as he pushes into Flynn's slick hole from behind. “Just breathe for me.”
Flynn moans softly at the fullness of Levi inside him.
“Look at how beautiful you both are,” Levi murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect for each other.”
Stone leans over me then, brushing his lips against my neck—a possessive claim that makes every nerve in my body sing. “You’re mine too,” he whispers darkly against my skin before picking up the pace.
“Stone!” I cry out as he drives deeper into me, hitting that sweet spot that has me seeing stars. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body—pleasure coiling tighter within me until I feel like I might burst.
Flynn’s cries mix with mine as Levi finds a rhythm that works for them. “Please… I need your knot.” Flynn gasps as his body quakes. I glance sideways, catching glimpses of Flynn’s flushed face buried in the pillows, his fingers clutching the sheets like a lifeline.
“Goddamn. Omega, your ass is like heaven,” Levi growls.
Flynn sobs at that, the praise he never knew he needed but is getting. His body bows back into Levi like it’s instinct. Like he was made to take this. The slick sounds of skin meeting skin echo in the space around us, shameless and raw.
My own body is a live wire. Stone slams into me from behind, the sharp slap of his hips against mine pushing me closer with each thrust. His grip bruises, his growls turn guttural, primal.
Flynn lets out a high, broken whimper—and then he’s gone. His whole body seizes, back arching, cock spilling untouched beneath him as he shatters with a cry that echoes off the walls.
That’s all it takes.
Levi groans loud and low, slamming in one final time, his knot popping into Flynn’s ass before he follows him, body locked tight as he spills deep inside Flynn, whispering his name.
Stone isn’t far behind.
“ Mine, ” he snarls, voice rough and wild as he thrusts once, twice—and then sinks so deep I swear I feel it in my chest.
And then— fuck —his knot shoves inside me, locking us together with a sudden stretch that makes my toes curl and a ragged cry tear from my lips.
“Stone,” I gasp, voice cracking as my body clenches down around him, cum coating our thighs in a messy flood.
His teeth sink into the curve of my left shoulder before I can even catch my breath. Deep, not meant to hurt—but enough. Enough to mark me, to stake the claim that’s been between us but never named.
The bite burns—but it’s a good burn. A necessary one.
The moment his canines pierce skin, something inside me shifts.
My whole body trembles, breath ragged. And before I even think, before I can talk myself out of it, I lift my head and turn into him.
I bare my teeth. I bite.
Right where his neck meets his shoulder, I sink in. My teeth break skin and he growls, his body going rigid above mine. His hands clutch at my waist like he doesn’t know whether to pull away or hold on tighter.
The second my teeth meet blood, it hits.
The Luminary bond snaps into place with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. I sob out his name, full-bodied and desperate, as I convulse around him, milking every last pulse of his release.
He groans against my neck, still buried deep, still holding me like he’ll never let go.
My fingers claw at the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as the glow of it— our bond —floods me from the inside out. It’s not just a physical thing. It’s him . His heat, his presence, the sheer gravity of what we’ve become pulling tighter with every heartbeat.
I squeeze him instinctively, needing the connection, needing to feel him locked inside me, filling me, grounding me. His lips brush the wound, soft now. Reverent.
Mine.
And with him inside me, with Flynn shaking in Levi’s arms for the first time in forever, I feel almost whole.