Chapter Thirty-Five
Hazel
It had been coming on for some time, affecting me and my alphas, but when the heat finally hit, it was a blur of flame licking up my body. I woke from a fever dream where nothing made sense, screaming in pain and pouring sweat. I tore my nightgown clean off and flung the pieces away from me.
Hot. So hot.
The bedroom door slammed open and then they were all there, in my nest, and I reached for them. “Help me, I’m on fire. Make it stop or I’ll die.”
Could I die?
The thought flickered through that I’d once heard of someone dying in their heat.
“I don’t want to die!”
They surrounded me, their skin brushing mine. Painful, but instinct told me I needed their touch.
“You’re not going to die, omega,” Lindon said, cupping my chin and making me look into his eyes. “We’re going to take care of you. We promise.”
“Do it now!” I lifted my back off the bed, grabbing for any of them I could reach. “Please. Every part of me hurts.”
Hands came around, keeping me from falling off the bed, my flailing arms with fingers curled into claws from scratching anyone.
I was out of control, and they knew it, offering soothing words, whispers, and enough stimulating touch to take the barest edge off the heat and pain.
My eyes closed, and I drew inward, entirely focused on the tactile stimulation, the scents, and sounds.
Vision just felt too intense to handle right now, although I really wanted to see them.
One of them knelt between my legs, and I thrashed, demanding he take me, but not able to do a thing to make that happen.
I howled, the voice of my wolf breaking through as he—as Lindon bent to kiss me right before he drove inside.
I recognized the scent without even needing sight.
Arms pinned by the others, I rocked my hips, wanting him deeper, my cries muffled by his lips and then, it felt like seconds later, I came, gripping him inside me and milking him of his cum.
His knot swelled, and his lips moved to my throat, fangs longer than teeth sinking through my skin, hot blood trickling down the side of my neck until he withdrew and lapped the wound closed.
Then, everything went black and when I surfaced again, True was whispering in my ear, asking me if I was all right.
“No, I’m not all right. Why are you not inside me?”
“Because I would never if you didn’t agree.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He was familiar, yet not, and I managed to free my arms to throw them around his neck and hold on.
With each one, the pain lessened just a little, and when Shiloh followed, when he poured his cum into my body and drove me into another orgasm, at least my fifth, maybe my tenth, I didn’t know, something changed.
When he marked me and dropped to the side, for a blessed moment, there was a calm in the storm.
Not much more than that before I needed them again.
And again. Orgasms tumbled over one another and I couldn’t even tell the difference between theirs and mine.
My flesh burned. Theirs heated when they were inside me.
At some point, one of them went and brought water and held it to my lips before passing it around.
I still had my eyes closed, but I heard their gulping.
Finally, after what I later learned were three days and nights, I opened my eyes to bright sunshine spilling over the bed. My mates were sprawled around me, and everything was sticky. But I felt better.
Fantastic, in fact. But we all needed food. Crawling out of a maze of limbs, I managed to reach the foot of the bed and stand, reaching for my robe on a chair in the corner. Then I set it down again. If I put it on me, it would need to be washed. Did I need a shower or food more?
Deciding on the best of both worlds, I bounced down the stairs naked and into the kitchen where I threw together a sheet pan breakfast of bacon and sausage and eggs and potatoes before stepping into the downstairs shower and rinsing away a lifetime of bodily fluids.
My throat, when I examined it in the mirror, looked as if it had been chewed on, but I knew from seeing others that the wounds would heal a little nicer than that.
If they didn’t? I’d wear even these ragged marks with pride.
Which reminded me. Two of my mates did not yet wear my marks, something I’d remedy as soon as I fed them.
Walking up the stairs, balancing a huge tray of food, I thought of my friends joking about me needing to use all three holes. In actual fact, for how wild it had all been, it had been very specific sex, but I was willing to try anything with these males in the future.
They were still asleep, but I set the tray down with a loud clank on the dresser. “Rise and shine, alphas. Your omega is here to serve you.”
They all three sat up, looking startled and rumpled.
“We don’t expect you to wait on us,” Lindon protested.
“If you don’t refuel, how are you going to take care of me?” I asked with the naughtiest wink I could summon. “I have big plans for us later.” Eyeing the bed, I tsked. “But my nest is a real mess. We are going to need clean sheets.”