Chapter 20 #2
I roll onto my side as he leaves the room and draw up my knees to my chest. The ache returns, worse this time, compounded by the memory of his weight and the shape of him inside me.
I slide a hand back between my thighs. The sheets are ruined, my skin slippery with sweat and desire, but I don’t care. I circle my clit, eyes squeezed shut, riding the edge until I hear Zane’s voice from the hallway:
“They’ll be here in ten.”
It’s not soon enough. But it will have to do.
I work my fingers faster, desperate for anything to take the edge off until the rest of my pack arrives. Above me, the storm swells, and I scream through the thunder, every sound a prayer and a curse as fever takes root.
I lose time. I lose myself. The wall clock drips slow seconds. Sweat pools at the hollow of my throat and dribbles into my collarbones. I stroke myself through the aftershocks of Zane’s knot and bite down on the pillow so I don’t wake the neighbors with my crying.
Lucas and Cole appear sometime later. Lucas’s scent hits me first: ocean and sea-glass. It’s a chill blue that cuts through the humidity. Cole’s follows, warm and cinnamon-bright. Comforting in a way that can only be described as coming home.
My mouth waters. My legs nearly buckle.
“Helena!” Lucas’s eyes go wide when he sees my state. He rushes over, hands out. “Oh, little devil. Your alphas are here to help you.”
I swallow hard. “P-Please.”
“Yes, angel?” Cole asks.
I look from face to face. All three of them wear various shades of worry. These men are my alphas. My pack. I surrender this heat to them. But there is one thing missing.
“Can you—” I start, but my voice cracks. “Help me build a nest?” The shame is gone now. I only want their hands on me and a nest, arranging and making me safe. “I-I never made one here.”
Never even thought of it. Didn’t think a heat would come.
I’ve heard rumors of sudden scent-matches spiking an omega’s heat, drawing it forward past even the strongest suppressants. That’s how rare and powerful they are.
I just never assumed it would happen to me.
And I never wanted any of this. Not until I met them.
Lucas’s face lights up. “Yes, of course, Helena. Just direct us how.” He’s already scooping up blankets and pillows to make a pile on the bed.
I look to Zane. His concern has grown darker throughout the conversation. I read it so easily.
Nests can wait. Helping our omega through her heat comes first.
I need both. Nests are safe spaces for heats.
Cole follows Lucas to help him. Zane lets me direct him a little more specifically and soon has amassed a collection of candles from around the flat and a few decorations I’ve been eyeing. They are mine now for this nest.
I sit cross-legged, directing them with weak hand gestures. They make a fortress of soft things, layering it three deep and building a crater in the center just for me. I bury myself in the hollow, arms wrapped around my knees, heart hammering with anticipation.
They circle me, their scents dizzying. A fresh rush of slick soaks the inside of my thighs. I tug the hem of the T-shirt down over my thighs, but it’s pointless. Slick already stains the cotton. Its dampness clings to me.
Lucas kneels beside me. He’s close enough to touch but waits for my permission. His blue eyes shimmer. “Do you need us all at once?”
A shudder ripples through me at the thought. “Please. I need all of you. All your knots.”
He glances at Zane, who gives a subtle nod, and then at Cole. The three of them crowd in, not jostling for position but moving with practiced coordination that must be innate.
Zane settles at my back. He presses his chest to my spine and winds his arms around my waist. He then peels off my T-shirt with deft fingers to reveal me to Lucas and Cole.
Their breathing hitches once there is nothing covering me from them.
The relatively cool air compared to just how hot my body is running hits my flushed skin in a rush.
Zane’s breath is hot against my ear as he murmurs, “Let them see how beautiful you are.”
Cole sits to my left. He cups my cheek and tucks hair behind my ear. I smile back at him. He leans in to kiss my jaw, then my mouth, slow and lingering.
Lucas claims my right leg. His fingers stroke up my thigh. He’s vibrating with energy, barely contained, but he waits until I look at him before leaning in for a kiss. His lips are soft, almost shy.
I reach for all three of them in turn. My hands tangle in their hair. My legs part for them, every cell in my body hungry.
Cole trails kisses down my neck, biting gently at the curve of my shoulder. His hand cups my breast. His thumb brushes over the peaked nipple, sending electric shocks straight to my core.
Lucas kisses along my thigh as his hands pull my legs apart. I moan as his fingers trail ever closer to where I need them but never quite high enough. He grins up at me, evidently delighted with the reaction.
Zane presses harder against my back, grinding his cock along the curve of my ass and growling low in his chest.
“Yes,” I gasp. All of them touching me, all of them drawing pleasure—it’s already so much. “Please, I need…”
My words dissolve as Cole pinches my nipple and Lucas slides a finger inside me, testing the heat and the slick. He moans like he’s starved for it.
“You’re perfect,” Lucas whispers. He adds another finger and scissors gently. My hips jerk up to meet him.
Zane’s hands squeeze my hips, angling me so Lucas can work deeper, then his mouth finds my ear. “We’re going to ruin you.”
I fucking hope so. I want nothing more than to be fully undone by them.
Lucas moves lower. He kisses his way toward the apex of my thighs until his tongue circles my clit, lapping up the slick as he fucks me with his fingers.
My hips buck wildly, but all three alphas hold me in place as I raggedly moan.
Zane swallows it with a brutal kiss. Cole licks and bites at my breasts, soothing the sting with his tongue.
I cum in seconds, hips arching off the bed as I reach for Lucas’s head to hold him there. My vision blurs, the world collapsing to the three points of contact: Cole’s hands, Lucas’s tongue, and Zane’s relentless grip.
But it isn’t enough. My heat is a living thing, clawing at the inside of my ribs, begging for more.
I reach behind me for Zane’s cock, but the three of them are already moving in unison.
They roll me over and shift themselves so I’m now straddling Zane.
He quickly rolls on a condom and then lines the head of his cock with my entrance.
A primal sound escapes my lips as Zane slides in with ease.
My slick seeps from my core, guiding the way.
Lucas moves in behind me to collect my slick on his fingers.
He’s already put on a condom and now starts to work open my other entrance.
The pressure already is so much, I cum again, inner walls clamping around Zane’s length.
Zane growls and captures my mouth with his.
But then Cole is there at one side, his massive cock hard as stone. He brushes my cheek.
I pull away from Zane and pull Cole’s cock into my mouth.
He slides all the way back to my throat with ease.
I hum and stroke his base with one hand while holding on to Zane’s shoulder with my other—a humming that grows louder when Lucas stretches my ass with three fingers and then nudges my entrance with his cock.
A flash of worry hits me then. Will they both fit? Can I take them both? But it’s gone the moment Lucas starts thrusting inside. I groan as pleasure wracks my body until two of my alphas are fully seated inside me. The fullness is new—unimaginable. My toes curl as I cum again.
Zane chuckles lightly. “I think our omega is quite enjoying this.”
I meet his eyes then. Enjoyment, yes. But desperation is high. I need more. Much more.
Zane and Lucas set a brutal rhythm, but harsh as it is, it finally starts to satisfy the intensity of my heat. I work Cole’s cock as they pound into me in turn. Cole grasps the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair.
Zane’s knot swells at my entrance. With how slick I am, he has no issues popping it inside. But Lucas is trying to do the same with an entrance that’s never seen a knot before. He works his knot in slowly. I moan with every millimeter, wholly unsure it will fit.
It does, sliding in with a pop.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I. Am. So. Full.
And the three of them are a machine, moving together, reading every noise I make.
Cole’s cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, but he soothes me.
He slows down and lets me set the pace instead as two alpha knots are locked inside me.
Zane and Lucas both press in deep one last time before cumming.
Lucas digs his fingers into my hips to hold me in place while Zane cups my breasts.
I cum with them—all of these sensations are far too much to hold. My body convulses as I climax.
Cole grunts and breathes deep. “Yes.” It’s clear he’s trying his hardest not to spill his release just yet.
The three of them stroke my skin and hold me during the aftershocks until the first knot deflates.
Lucas pulls out. I mourn the emptiness, but Cole is already there, ready for his turn.
He pulls on a condom and thrusts inside.
He’s slightly bigger than Lucas, so there’s a more delightful stretch.
But Cole’s knot inflates and locks inside quickly, and then he, too, is cumming.
“Oh, angel,” Zane murmurs into my hair.
I collapse onto him with a stupid, happy smile on my face.
When Cole’s knot deflates, both he and Zane pull out. The three of them work together to clean me up and settle me into my nest. My heat still burns, but the flare is satisfied.
It’s going to be a long few days.
But this is the happiest I’ve ever been.