Chapter 26
GRACE
The pain comes first. Or rather the bone-deep ache. It wrenches me awake from the most solid sleep of my life. Before I even open my eyes I can sense the wetness of omega slick between my thighs. And the heat—
I’m burning up. There’s no other way to put it.
Sweat dampens my hair and need fuels my body.
My core and breasts feel over-sensitive without even being touched.
It’s only now I can fully confirm: my suppressants have been useless in the face of a true scent-match.
Because overnight, my heat has been drawn out. My first proper heat since I presented.
A soft cry escapes my lips. I’m hyper aware of everywhere my skin touch’s my alphas’ bodies. My thighs clench together as I take stock of those connections.
“Please,” I whisper.
My heat. Out of nowhere. I’m not at home—I don’t even have a nest. Tears prick my eyes. I should feel far more worried, but I feel safe between these three alphas. It’s not the same as a nest, but being between them all will have to be good enough.
Zev stirs next to me. Then Fowler and Connor. Their eyes go wide the moment they’re open, their pupils fully dilating.
“Grace.” Fowler reaches for my heated face. “Are you okay?”
Zev’s nostrils flare. My scent must be even stronger now. “She’s in heat.”
“No shit.” Connor sits up. “I’ll grab water. What else can we get you?”
Zev’s gaze darts around his bedroom. “This is no place for an omega in heat. She needs a nest.”
I haven’t even built one at my cast apartment because it’s so temporary. And I never once thought the four of us would be here like this together during Reverie’s three month run.
Reverie. Shit. “The show.”
Connor snaps his fingers. “I’ll call Hannah. Our alternates will get to skate until your heat passes.”
Worry creases Zev’s forehead, then Fowlers. They both make the same snap judgments. Fowler’s only been back to desk duty a few days, so he may not be missed. But Zev’s coaching kids will miss him.
The three of them move in a flurry I’m far too out of it to trace.
Connor disappears the longest. Zev and Fowler—I think—set about collecting the very meager number of pillows and candles throughout their place.
They’re gone long enough and my body grows hot enough, that my fingers wander down between my thighs while they’re gone.
I whimper again the moment my fingers brush my clit. I need release, now. I need alphas’ knots and—
My thighs clench tightly together as I cum.
Zev and Fowler appear in the door way and curse under their breath.
They apologize for leaving at all before joining me in bed again, already stripping off their own clothes.
Connor returns then, too, and does the same before tipping a glass of water against my lips.
I drink greedily while my hand wanders back down between my thighs.
Zev pulls my hand away. “We’ve got this, angel. If you’ll let us. You’re not alone.”
Fowler slowly caresses up and down my arm. “You’re safe with us.”
My body screams from being this close to them without actually having their knots. Knots I’ve never had before with men I’ve never been that intimate with before last night.
First time for everything. But with them, with us specifically, it feels like the point of no return.
I want it. Badly.
The aching coils tight. “It hurts.” I hate how small my voice sounds.
“Do you want us to help you?” Zev asks.
“Yes,” I answer quickly.
They share a look between them then nod, the matter settled.
“Do you want all three of us at once, or…?” Fowler asks as he kisses down my arm. The minor contact sends the heat in my body into a tailspin.
“Please,” I say, “just—I need—”
Zev shifts me onto my back. His hands are huge and cool, and he starts at my ankles, moving slow until he’s at the edge of the sticky mess between my legs. He meets my eyes, a silent ask for permission. I nod.
He’s so gentle as he parts me and dips his head. He inhales me in and his eyes flutter shut in bliss. “You smell amazing,” he murmurs, and then he’s burying his face, tongue warm and broad, lapping up the slick in great greedy swipes.
Connor moves to my side. He gathers my hair off my face, then presses little kisses along my hairline and temple. “Let us know if it’s too much.” I can already feel him hardening against my hip.
Fowler’s hand finds the hem of my shirt. The fabric drags up slowly. His thumb and forefinger find my nipple and twist, and my back leaves the mattress.
Zev’s tongue is relentless. I’m already close, body locking up with every flick and press.
“Please, please, please,” I whisper.
Connor’s mouth finds mine, muffling the sound.
My orgasm is sudden and violent, ripping through me so hard my vision whites out. I claw at Connor’s forearm and Zev’s hair, anything to keep from floating off into the sun.
I can’t catch my breath. It’s like drowning in air.
When I come down, Zev is licking his lips, looking pleased with himself, and Connor is stroking my face, murmuring, “Good girl, so good for us,” over and over. Fowler slides down the bed, peeling off my underwear, and tosses them somewhere I’ll never find.
Fowler’s hands close around my hips, thumbs pressing into the soft hollows there.
He lowers himself until his breath is warm against my inner thigh.
He tilts his head up to look at me from between my legs, his eyes dark.
Something about being looked at like that makes my whole body clench with wanting.
Connor moves down to my chest, sucking a bruise into my collarbone while his hands roam everywhere. He continues as Fowler dives in and devours me.
Zev sits back, watching, his hand lazily stroking himself through his boxers. He catches my eye and winks as he draws out his massive cock. A pearl of precum dots the tip.
Fowler is insatiable, and it’s not long before I’m close again.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and he doesn’t, even when I cum hard.
“Fuck yes, Grace,” Zev breathes as he strokes himself harder. “I love the sound you make when you cum.”
I whimper. “Please.”
Connor trades places with Fowler. Zev continues to watch as Connor removes his boxers and settles between my thighs.
Fowler steps out of his boxers as well and finds his own cock with his hand.
With his free hand, Zev digs into his bedside table and produces three condoms which each of my alphas slips on.
They let me rest for a few breaths before Connor nudges my chin, kissing me soft and slow. “Is it okay if I…?”
I nod, too wrung out to speak.
He nudges against my entrance. I reach up and grip his shoulders as he presses his thick length in, slow enough that I feel every inch of the stretch.
The ache of it blooms outward through my hips and up into my belly.
A gasp escapes me as Connor bottoms out and goes still, one hand braced beside my head. He rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “We don’t deserve you.”
I want to laugh, but he starts to move, and then all I can do is hold on.
His knot blooms faster than I expect. Connor picks up his rhythm, every thrust deliberate as my slick makes easy way for his knot to slip inside. With a single moment of pressure he hops in, locking us together.
Connor’s panting in my ear, mumbling, “So good, so tight, fuck, Grace,” over and over until he swells inside me.
The fullness is overwhelming. I cum again, crying out his name and wrapping my arms around his neck.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see both Zev and Fowler stroking their cocks faster.
Connor bucks his hips once more and cums, filling me with is release and roaring into my ear. I take it all.
Zev and Fowler join us again on the bed while Connor and I remain locked together. Their caress my breasts and arms, and place kisses along my neck. I’m dizzy with pleasure and sensitivity when Connor claims my mouth, holding my head straight on with a hand on my throat.
Fowler strokes my hair while his other hand gently massages my thigh. “Need anything?”
“Water,” I manage.
Zev pours a glass and helps me sip, then kisses away the droplets at the corner of my mouth.
Connor is trembling, still buried deep. I can feel every pulse of his knot. He presses his face into my neck and moans, body shuddering with every little movement.
When his knot finally deflates, he pulls out slow, careful not to hurt me. Then he rolls onto his back beside me, breathing hard. “Holy crap.”
I grin, but my heat still burns bright within me. I reach for another alpha, Zev this time. “Please. More.”
Zev smiles devilishly. “I always knew you’d be insatiable, Grace.”
Zev lifts me up and sets me in his lap. He lines up, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance.
I grip his shoulders as he lowers me onto his impossibly thick cock.
He sets a slow, rolling rhythm. Each thrust reaches deeper than the last. I cling to him and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his bittersweet chocolate scent.
“Perfect omega,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect, Grace.”
I don’t know about perfect. In heat. Delirious with need. Those things for sure. But not perfect.
Zev holds me tight with one hand splayed across my back and the other cupped around my ass, guiding me up and down in a slow, rolling grind.
The pressure builds until his knot catches and swells, sealing us together with a fullness that steals my breath.
My fingers curl into his shoulders and a sob escapes me.
I cum again, my inner walls squeezing Zev’s length tight.
Zev lets out a low groan of satisfaction as he holds me close to him until his knot deflates.
Fowler leans in to kiss my temple. “Are you still with us?”
Honestly, unsure. My body is a coil of heat, a never-ending fever that consumes but is never satisfied. I reach for Fowler and pull him even closer.