Chapter Twenty-Two
Tawny
Everything burned from my hair to my toenails, and I didn’t know what to do to make it better.
Well…maybe I did. The males guided me upstairs to a large, open room with floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall.
There was probably other furniture, but the only thing my greedy vision focused on was a bed big enough for all of us centered on the floor.
“My nest? For me?”
“Yours,” Craven growled. The three alphas were stripping off their clothes, fast, and part of me wanted to say slow down so I can appreciate this—but the raging fire that governed my actions would not let the words escape.
They would undress me if I had patience. I had none and I shredded my clothes, fingernails tearing the fabric away from my skin before it melted from the heat. Heat…this was heat. That was what they said, and I had no reason to deny it.
“Has anyone ever died of heat?” I blurted, my shredded clothing lying around my feet, droplets of sweat stinging my eyes?
“I haven’t heard of any,” Rork said, reaching for my hand. “But the way you look…”
“And your scent might kill us.” Craven grabbed me by the waist and pulled him against him, his cock hard against my lower back.”
Flint moved in as well, and I found myself caged between all of them, so much masculinity my knees gave out and only their strong arms held me upright.
I lifted my face to say something and Craven kissed me.
Whatever words I’d planned to speak were gone, replaced by his lips and tongue probing my mouth.
And then no more kissing. Hands touching me, lips gliding over my skin, sucking gently then more forcefully, and to my shock sharp needles pierced my skin.
Many of them, and the scents of my mates were overtaken by the coppery scent of blood.
I swooned, head spinning. How much had I lost? Was it too much?
They lifted me, all of them, and set me down on the middle of the bed, naked, splayed, cool air brushing my hot skin. It felt good and also terrible. How could air hurt? I reached out, grabby hands. “Please!”
I didn’t know what I asked for, but my mates did. They knew because they were all with me on the bed, Flint and Craven on either side of me, Rork lying between my legs.
“Ssh, little omega. We’ve got you.” Flint’s breath caressed my ear, probably warm but in comparison to my skin nearly cool. “You don’t have to do a thing.”
Past me would have objected, insisted on not doing anything that interfered with my newfound independence, but new me wanted her mates to take charge in this instance.
In heat, I could not handle things on my own, and since Fate had gifted me three very capable alpha, it would be ungrateful to reject her offering.
Or something like that.
Flint and Craven used their lips and hands to caress me, licking, sucking, touching me places I’d have sworn had no sensitivity at all.
And proving that theory wrong. My mates knew just where their attentions would do the most good.
Or bad. Rork’s cock probed my entrance, slick and waiting for him, and I growled deep in my throat and wrapped my thighs around him, trying to force him in faster, harder, deeper.
I tangled my fingers in Flint’s hair and dragged his face to mine, demanding while not being in charge.
Somehow. Some way. But he allowed it and kissed me hard.
Craven’s teeth scraped my nipples, the tip of his tongue teasing them into hard points.
Rork was buried deep inside me, his cock driving in again and again until he let out a shout and went rigid, face twisted into an unrecognizable snarl.
Panic lurked beneath the surface for only a second before my wolf deep inside soothed, reminding me these were our mates.
We were already marked, and with the swelling knot stretching me came a shuddering cry against Flint’s lips.
Before I came down from my first orgasm, Craven had replaced Rork who lay beside me, idly stroking my arm.
How could that be so sensual? I rose higher with each climax until Flint’s knot bound us, the other two holding me still, keeping me from vibrating off the bed.
I panted then, heartbeat still thudding in my ears demanded more. And more…
I lay twisted in damp sheets, alphas passed out around me, a sunbeam finding its way through the curtains and across the bed. “It’s morning,” I whispered, surprised by the ragged sound of my voice. “We did that all night.”
Roark pushed himself up on one elbow. “We did that for three days and nights.”
“No! That’s not possible. I’d be dead if I went that long without sleep and with…all that going on.”
“You should talk. We are verging on dehydration.” Craven pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “If Flint hadn’t gone for water a few times, we would all be dead. He’s the hero here.”
The alpha in question lay sprawled next to us, mouth open, a strand of drool drying on his chin. He peeked through half closed eyes. “I’m not feeling very heroic. Is it over?”
He sounded to pathetic, I giggled. “When we began, I was all about letting you guys be in control because I thought that was how it was supposed to be.”
“And now?” Craven asked.
“And now, from the looks of the three of you, I get the impression I might have been a little pushy.”
“Omega, how are you doing? Heat over, please the Goddess?”
I did a mental check of my body. “I feel…amazing. I wonder how long until we can do that again?”
“Not for a while, I hope.” Roark patted my hip. “Why don’t we try to get a shower because there are a lot of things caked all over me and your hair…well, let’s wash it.”
“Can we all shower at once?”
“Omega, your new nest has everything we need to be a happy pack including both a shower and a tub we can all fit in at once.”
My new nest.
“Are you saying you want me to stay here with you?”
“You’re our mate.” Rork stood up, wincing and bending to massage his calf. “Even if loving you kills us.”
Turned out normal lovemaking was a lot easier on the guys than a heat session. But we wouldn’t find that out for a full twenty-four hours. They needed recovery time, apparently.