Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Time lost meaning.
Hours. Days. I couldn't tell anymore. The world had narrowed to the cabin, to the bed, to the bodies surrounding me.
Waves of need crashed through me endlessly, and my mates answered every one.
They took turns filling me, holding me, pressing water to my lips and whispering praise against my fevered skin.
But the heat wouldn't break.
It built and built, climbing toward a peak it couldn't seem to reach. Every orgasm brought temporary relief, a few minutes of clarity before the need clawed back stronger than before. I was drowning in it. Burning alive from the inside out.
"Stone," I gasped between waves. "I need Stone."
"He's coming." James's voice, steady and sure. "Cole went to get him. Just hold on."
Without Stone, the heat couldn't crest.
I was sobbing by the time I heard the door open.
"—can't control it if she's—"
"She needs you." Cole's voice, firm. Final. "The heat won't break without you."
"If I hurt her—"
"You won't."
Footsteps. The creak of floorboards. And then—
His scent hit me first.
Pine and rain and something wild underneath. Stone. My body reacted before my mind caught up, a surge of need so intense it ripped a moan from my throat.
I turned my head.
He stood in the doorway.
He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes. Sweat glistening on his skin. His whole body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His eyes were pure gold—wolf fully at the surface—but there was no violence in them.
Just desperate, aching want.
Our eyes locked.
Everything else disappeared.
I was off the bed before I knew I was moving. He met me halfway, crossing the room in three strides, and then we collided.
The kiss was savage.
His hands fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could devour my mouth. I clawed at his shirt, needing it gone, needing skin against skin. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed me against the wall.
"Mine," he growled against my lips. "Mine, mine, mine—"
"Yours." I was crying. Laughing. Delirious with relief. "Always yours."
He freed himself from his pants and thrust inside me in one brutal stroke.
I screamed.
Not from pain—from completion. The bond between us blazed to life, and for the first time since the heat started, something inside me settled. This. This was what I'd been missing. This was what my body had been crying out for.
Stone fucked me against the wall like a man possessed. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise. His teeth scraped against my throat. His cock drove into me over and over, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"Needed you," I gasped. "Needed you so much—"
"I know." His voice was wrecked. "Felt you. Every second. Calling to me."
"I'm sorry it took so long—"
"Don't." He kissed me hard. "Don't apologize. Just let me have you."
I let him have me.
He took me against the wall until my legs gave out, then carried me to the bed and took me again. His pace was relentless, desperate, making up for all the hours he'd been kept away. I came around him twice before he finally stiffened, spilling inside me with a roar that shook the walls.
We collapsed together onto the mattress.
For a moment, I felt almost calm. The endless burning had dimmed to a simmer. Stone's arms were around me, his breath hot against my neck, his softening cock still inside me. Peace. Finally.
And then the heat surged again.
My head came up.
The other men were watching. James. Neal. Cal. Cole. They stood around the bed, their eyes dark with want, their bodies tense with barely leashed need. The bonds between us hummed—demanding, insistent, nowhere near satisfied.
"More," I said.
My voice didn't sound like my own. It was deeper. Rougher. Commanding in a way I'd never heard before.
"I need all of you. Now."
They didn't hesitate.
The bed dipped as they climbed on, surrounding me. Hands everywhere—stroking my skin, spreading my thighs, lifting me into position. Stone shifted beneath me, still hard again already, his cock nudging at my entrance.
"Easy." Cole's voice, steady and calm. "We’re all here."
They lowered me onto Stone.
I sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him fill me. My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips. But it wasn't enough. The heat was still building, still demanding more.
"James," I gasped. "I need—"
"I know." He was behind me, his hands on my hips. "Breathe for me."
I felt him. Pressing against where Stone and I were joined. The stretch was impossible—I was already so full—but my body opened for him anyway. Inch by inch, he pushed inside alongside Stone, and the fullness was overwhelming.
"That's it." James's voice was strained. "Taking us both so well."
"More." The word was a sob. "I need more."
Neal appeared at my right side, his cock in hand. Cal was at my left. I reached for them both, wrapping my fingers around their shafts, stroking in time with the rhythm building inside me.
And Cole—
Cole knelt in front of me. His hand cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his eyes.
"Open for me," he said softly.
I opened my mouth.
He slid inside, and I swallowed him down to the root.
Five men. All of them inside me, surrounding me, filling every part of me. Stone and James stretching me impossibly full. Neal and Cal hot and heavy in my hands. Cole thick and hard in my throat.
Complete.
This was what the heat had been building toward. This was what my body needed.
They started to move.
It was chaos at first—too many bodies, too many sensations, everyone finding their rhythm. But then something shifted. The bonds between us pulsed, synchronized, and suddenly we were moving together. One entity. One pack.
Stone thrust up as James pulled back. I stroked Neal and Cal in counterpoint. Cole fucked my mouth with shallow, careful strokes, his thumb brushing away the tears leaking from my eyes.
"So perfect," someone murmured. "Our perfect Omega."
"Made for this. Made for us."
"Never letting you go."
The pleasure built. Not just in my body—in the bonds themselves. I felt all of them through the connections. Stone's wild desperation. James's steady devotion. Neal's tender care. Cal's grounding calm. Cole's fierce protectiveness.
And they felt me.
They felt the heat reaching its peak, felt the pressure building toward something monumental. The bonds were tightening, weaving together into something unbreakable.
"We need to bite her." Cole's voice cut through the haze. He'd pulled back from my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. "To seal this. All of us. At the same time."
Cole's hand found my throat, as he pulled out, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse. "Lumi. Do you understand what this means?"
"Yes." I barely recognized my own voice. "Do it."
"Once we bite, there's no going back. The Omega bond become permanent." His eyes searched mine. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
The rhythm intensified.
Stone's hips snapped up, driving deep. James matched him thrust for thrust, the two of them filling me in tandem. My hands moved faster on Neal and Cal. Cole's cock nudged at my lips and I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard.
The peak was coming. I could feel it building like a wave about to crash—bigger than anything before, bigger than I thought I could survive. Cal and Neal came over my chest, Cole down my throat.
Cole gritted out. "When she comes. All of us together."
The wave crested.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, and in the same moment, five sets of teeth sank into my flesh.
Stone at the base of my neck. James on my shoulder. Neal and Cal on my wrists. Cole on the on my other shoulder.
I screamed.
The pain was blinding—white-hot agony that should have torn me apart. But underneath the pain was something else. Something golden and vast and eternal. The bonds snapped into place, weaving together into an unbreakable chain.
I felt them all. Not just echoes of emotion, but complete connection.
Stone's wildness becoming my wildness. James's strength becoming my strength.
Neal's compassion, Cal's steadiness, Cole's protectiveness—all of it pouring into me, mixing with my own essence until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began.
Pack.
The word resonated through every cell of my body.
Pack. Mine. Complete.
The men released me one by one, their teeth retracting, their tongues lapping at the wounds they'd made. I was trembling—from pleasure, from pain, from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of what had just happened.
And then I saw their eyes.
Stone lifted his head first. His irises were still gold, but now there was something else. A second ring around his pupils, darker than the rest, perfectly defined. The mark of an Omega-bonded wolf.
James had it too. And Neal. And Cal. And Cole.
All of them marked. All of them mine.
"It worked," Cole breathed. "The bonds are complete."
I looked down at my body. Five bite marks decorated my skin.
They should have been wounds. Instead, they looked like art.
Like brands that marked me as thoroughly as the rings in their eyes marked them.
I checked my wrist and my bond mark was complete too.
Five arcs creating a perfect circle on my wrist, I loved it all.
Omega.
The word rose up from somewhere deep inside me. Not a label. Not a classification. An identity. A truth I'd been running from without even knowing it.
I was an Omega.
And I finally understood what that meant.
The power unfurled inside me like wings I'd never known I had.
Not the desperate, consuming heat of the last few days—something steadier.
More fundamental. I felt the bonds stretching out from my chest like golden threads, connecting me to each of my mates, holding them steady, keeping them anchored.
I could feel their emotions now. Really feel them.