Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
The bath didn't help.
I’d made sure the water was cool enough to take the edge off the fever burning through my skin. I'd sunk into it gratefully, letting the cold seep into my bones, hoping it would quiet the need clawing at my insides.
It didn't.
If anything, every sensation was amplified. The water sliding across my skin. The porcelain smooth against my back. The faint scent of cedar that clung to everything in Cole's cabin—his soap, his towels, the very walls.
Him.
I wanted him. Wanted all of them. The need was a living thing now, coiling tighter with every breath, demanding satisfaction I couldn't provide alone.
By the time I heard the door open, I was shaking.
"Lumi?"
Cole's voice. I heard others behind him—footsteps, murmured conversation, the rustle of bags being set down.
"In here," I managed.
He appeared in the bathroom doorway. His eyes swept over me—naked in the tub, skin flushed, trembling—and something in his expression cracked.
"The water's not helping," I said. It came out like a plea.
"I know." He crossed to me, knelt beside the tub. His hand found my forehead, then my cheek. "Your temperature's still climbing."
"I need—" I couldn't finish. Couldn't put words to the ache consuming me.
"I know what you need." His voice was rough. Strained. "Can you stand?"
I tried. My legs buckled. Cole caught me before I hit the porcelain, lifting me from the water like I weighed nothing. Water streamed off my body as he carried me into the bedroom.
James was there. Neal. Cal.
They turned when Cole emerged with me in his arms. I saw their faces change—concern shifting to something darker, something hungry, as my scent hit them.
"Jesus," James breathed. "She smells like—"
"I know." Cole set me on the bed. The sheets were cool against my fevered skin, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. "The heat's accelerating. Faster than I expected."
"What do we do?" Neal moved closer, his hand finding my ankle, thumb stroking across the bone. Even that small touch sent sparks racing up my leg.
"We take care of her." Cole's voice dropped. "Whatever she needs. For as long as she needs it."
James was already pulling his shirt over his head. "Then let's stop talking."
He climbed onto the bed beside me, and his mouth found mine. The kiss was deep, claiming, his tongue sweeping inside like he owned me. I moaned against his lips and felt his smile.
"There she is," he murmured. "Our girl."
Cole appeared on my other side. His hand traced down my body—throat, collarbone, the curve of my breast. Reverent. Worshipful. Like I was something precious.
"So beautiful," he whispered. "Do you know how long I've wanted to touch you like this?"
"Show me."
He lowered his mouth to my breast.
I arched off the bed. His tongue circled my nipple, teasing it to a peak before sucking gently. James's hand slid between my thighs and found me dripping.
"She's soaked." His voice was thick. "Absolutely drenched."
"Please." The word tore out of me. "Please, I need—"
"We know what you need." Neal appeared at the foot of the bed, a glass of water in his hand. "But first, drink."
He lifted my head gently, pressing the glass to my lips. I drank greedily, not realizing how parched I was until the cool water slid down my throat. He let me finish the whole glass before setting it aside.
"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "We're going to take such good care of you."
Cal was there too—I felt him before I saw him. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing, and through the bond I felt his steadying presence. Calm. Grounding. Holding me together while the heat tried to shake me apart.
"We've got you," Cal said quietly. "All of us."
James's fingers slid inside me, and I cried out.
"That's it." He pumped slowly, curling to find the spot that made my vision blur. "Let us hear you."
Cole's mouth moved to my other breast. Neal's hands stroked down my thighs, spreading me wider, giving James better access. I was surrounded. Worshipped. Every inch of my skin being touched, kissed, claimed.
The first orgasm crashed through me like a wave.
I screamed. My body clenched around James's fingers, pulsing with a release so intense it stole my breath. They worked me through it—Cole sucking harder at my breast, James stroking that spot inside me, Neal's thumbs pressing circles into my inner thighs.
"Beautiful," Cole breathed against my skin. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
"More." The heat was already building again, the brief relief of orgasm evaporating like water on hot stone. "I need more."
"You'll have more." James withdrew his fingers and I whimpered at the loss. "You'll have everything."
He positioned himself between my thighs. I felt the thick head of him pressing against my entrance, and my hips lifted instinctively, trying to take him in.
"Easy." His hands gripped my hips, holding me still. "Let me take care of you."
He pushed inside.
Slow. Inch by inch. Stretching me, filling me, until he was buried to the hilt. I sobbed at the relief of it—finally, finally, something to ease the aching emptiness.
"So tight." James's voice was strained. "So perfect, Lumi. Made for us."
He started to move.
Long, deep strokes that hit something primal inside me. Cole's mouth found mine, swallowing my moans. Cal held my hand, steadying the bonds, keeping me anchored while pleasure threatened to sweep me away.
I came again. And again. Lost count.
But the heat kept building.
"More," I gasped when James finally stilled inside me, his own release pulsing warm and deep. "Please, I need more."
"I've got you." Neal took James's place, sliding inside me with a groan. "I've got you, Lumi."
He fucked me slow at first. Careful. Watching my face for signs of discomfort. But there was no discomfort—only need, endless and consuming.
"Harder," I begged. "Neal, please—"
He gave me harder.
His hips snapped against mine, driving deep, and I shattered around him. He worked me through the orgasm, never slowing, building me toward another peak before the first had fully faded.
Cole appeared beside me with water. Lifted my head. Made me drink.
"You're doing so well," he murmured. "So strong. So perfect."
Cal took his turn next. Then Cole again. They rotated through, each of them taking me, filling me, driving me to climax after climax. Between rounds, they pressed water to my lips, stroked my hair, whispered praise against my skin.
"Our beautiful Omega."
"Taking us so well."
"Made for this. Made for us."
Hours passed. Maybe more. Time lost meaning. There was only the heat, the pleasure, the bonds strengthening with every release.
But it wasn't enough.
The heat kept building. Higher. Hotter. More demanding than before.
"More," I screamed when Cal pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching. "I need more. It's not—it's not enough—"
The men exchanged glances.
"Lumi." James's voice was careful. "Are you sure?"
"Please." I was crying now, tears streaming down my face, the need so intense it was agony. "Please, I need more. I need—I need—"
"Okay." Neal moved onto the bed, positioning himself beneath me. "Okay, we've got you. Come here."
He pulled me on top of him, guiding me down onto his cock. I sank onto him with a moan, but even full, the ache remained.
"More," I sobbed.
"You can have more." James was behind me now, his hand stroking down my spine. "But you have to relax for us. Can you do that?"
I nodded frantically. I didn't know what they were planning. Didn't care. I just needed the emptiness to stop.
"Good girl." James's fingers found where Neal and I were joined, gathering the slickness there. "Breathe for me."
I felt pressure. His cock nudging against my entrance alongside Neal.
"James—"
"I know. I know it's a lot." His voice was soothing. Steady. "But you can take it. You were made for this." He pressed forward, just the tip slipping inside. "Breathe, Lumi. Let us in."
The stretch was overwhelming. I gasped, my body tensing instinctively.
"Relax." Neal's hands found my hips, holding me still. "You're okay. We've got you."
"So tight." James pushed deeper, another inch. "Fuck, Lumi, you feel incredible."
"It's too much—"
"It's not." Cole appeared beside me, his hand cupping my face, turning me to look at him. "You can do this. You're so strong, Lumi. So perfect. Just breathe and let them take care of you."
I breathed.
James pushed deeper.
The stretch burned, but underneath the burn was something else. A fullness so complete it made me dizzy. Both of them inside me, filling every inch, leaving no space for the aching emptiness that had been consuming me.
"That's it." James's voice was wrecked. "That's our girl. Taking both of us so well."
"So full," I gasped. "I'm so full—"
"You're perfect." Neal's hands stroked up my sides. "Absolutely perfect."
They started to move.
Slow at first. Careful. One pushing in while the other pulled out, a rhythm that made me see stars. The pleasure was different like this—deeper, more intense.
"More," I begged. "Faster. Please—"
They gave me faster.
The rhythm turned relentless. Both of them driving into me, filling me over and over, their groans mingling with my screams.
"Come for us." James's voice was strained. "Come on our cocks, Lumi. Show us how good we make you feel."
I shattered.
The orgasm was unlike anything before—a wave that started in my core and radiated outward, touching every bond, every connection, lighting them up like stars. I felt Neal and James come with me, felt their pleasure mingling with mine, felt the bonds strengthening into something permanent.
For a moment, everything was perfect.
Complete.
And then the heat surged again.
"Something's wrong." I gasped as the need clawed back, even stronger than before. "It's still building. It's not—"
Cole's face appeared above me. "You're okay. This is normal."
"It doesn't feel normal." The heat was reaching a fever pitch, a wave building toward a crest it couldn't seem to reach. "It feels like something's missing."
Missing.
The word echoed through me, and suddenly I understood.
I felt him. At the edge of my awareness, a bond stretched tight with need. Stone. Distant. Suffering. His wolf howling against the barrier keeping him from his mate.
He was holding on. Barely.
For me.
"I need Stone," I said.
Cole went pale. "Lumi, he's not stable enough—"
"I need him." The heat roared through me, and I knew with absolute certainty. "The heat won't peak without him. Without all my mates. He's part of me, Cole. The bond won't complete without him."
The men exchanged worried glances.
"If he loses control—" Neal started.
"He won't." I didn't know how I knew, but I did. "Not with me. Not during this." I grabbed Cole's hand. "Please. Get him. Before it's too late."
Cole stared at me. I saw the war in his eyes—the instinct to protect battling against the certainty in my voice.
Finally, he nodded.
"I'll bring him."
Cole pulled on his clothes and headed for the door. The moment it closed behind him, the heat surged again—a wave of need so intense my vision blurred.
I couldn't wait. Couldn't just lie there while the emptiness consumed me.
Cal was beside me, his hand still holding mine, and I turned toward him with desperate eyes. He was half-hard already, his body responding to my scent, to the pheromones I was pumping into the air.
"Lumi—"
I didn't let him finish.
I crawled toward him, pushed him onto his back, and took him into my mouth.
"Fuck." His hips jerked, his hand flying to my hair. "Lumi, you don't have to—"
I took him deeper. All the way to the back of my throat, swallowing around him until he groaned. He tasted like salt and musk and mate, and I needed more. Needed to be filled everywhere, needed something to quiet the ache while I waited for Stone.
"That's it." James appeared beside us, his hand stroking down my spine. "Take what you need."
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. Cal's fingers tightened in my hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"So good," he gritted out. "Your mouth is so fucking good, Lumi."
Neal moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, felt him position himself at my entrance.
"Keep sucking him," Neal murmured. "Let us take care of you."
He thrust inside, and I moaned around Cal's cock. The vibration made Cal curse, his hips bucking up, pushing deeper into my throat. I took it. Took all of it. Let them use me, fill me, drive away the emptiness one thrust at a time.
James stroked my hair. "Beautiful. You're so beautiful like this. Our perfect Omega."
I came with Cal in my throat and Neal buried inside me. The orgasm rolled through me, but the heat didn't fade. It pulsed brighter. Hotter. Still building toward something just out of reach.
Cal spilled down my throat with a groan, and I swallowed every drop. Neal followed moments later, his release warm inside me.
But it still wasn't enough.
I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"Stone," I whispered. "I need Stone."
"He's coming." James pulled me into his arms, pressing kisses to my damp forehead. "Cole's bringing him. Just hold on a little longer."