Page 156 of The Heat of Us

“I think…I would have to make sure I am well hydrated beforehand,” I huffed, falling back.

Aleks nuzzled the side of my neck. “I love seeing you like this. All sated and soft.”

His arms enfolded me as he kissed me tenderly. As soon as his lips left mine, Remy was there, stealing them for himself. Then Ben. My need accumulated, despite being filled and kissed and loved.

“Mm, maybe not so sated after all,” Ben chuckled.

Aleks pushed his hips against mine. The friction against my inner walls unfurled an ache within me.

“You can give us more, can’t you?”

His cocksure grin was lethal.

“One orgasm? Please. I think you know we’re just getting started.”

Aleks lifted himself higher and began to rock against me. Without a knot, he could fit our bodies tight and perfect together, his pelvis grinding on my clit.

“W-why does this feel so different?” I whimpered, throwing my head back. His thrusts drove downwards rather than deep, yet every erogenous point between my legs felt heated and alive.

“I-I need…”

My hand reached out, grasping, scraping down ridges of muscle and closed around velvet heat.

“Such a perfect, greedy girl for us.”

Ben rose up on his knees, letting me guide him into my mouth. I took him deep. Addicted to the taste of him, the explosive burst of lust in our bond and the groan I pulled from his chest. I still wasn’t complete until I felt Remy nip my neck like a promise.

“Come again for me.” Aleks said, his curls falling over his eyes. “Then you can pick who you want me to fuck your perfect little pussy with.”

Oh my god.

“It doesn’t really matter.” Remy was scent marking me with long swipes of his cheek against my neck and shoulder and tracing my collarbones with his tongue. “Tonight doesn’t end until my teeth are in your throat, claiming you.”

The orgasm melted over me, Aleks’ steady movements tipping me over the edge until I was sinking endlessly into the nest again. They withdrew and I grew drunk from the slow, whiskey-tinged recovery kisses from Remy. I could hear some quiet debating going on but my brain was disconnected from my ears, floating elsewhere.

“Change of plans, sweetness.”

I was lifted carefully and laid on a hard chest. I sighed contentedly and burrowed my nose into Ben, seeking his minty, rich scent. I was so obsessed with the way we were blended. Even the slight salt of his sweat on his skin was an aphrodisiac.

All I could focus on was scent marking Ben and biting lightly on the bondmark on his neck. My instincts felt so close to the surface, the rest of me sinking away. Each time I came it was like I forgot who I was.

Was I in the danger of going feral again?

God, please no.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked, instantly concerned by what he sensed in our bond.

I had to force myself to stop mauling him. “I feel like I’m losing my mind again,” I laughed humourlessly.

“Like you want to keep us all here and fuck us over and over maybe?”

It clicked and I felt dumb. “I’m about to go into heat aren’t I?” In the drama of everything I’d forgotten my period had finished less than a week ago.

Ben ran his nose along my neck. “I think so. Your scent is changing fast. It’s a bit early, isn’t it? Usually you get a bit more warning. Maybe your omega wants to be looked after and reassured after everything.”

Ever since Adrian, I had dreaded my heats. The idea of drifting in and out of reality right now was frightening.

But things also felt different this time. My beautiful nest had been so thoughtfully chosen. The scents that filled it felt like mine. I had one bond, and two more if I wanted them.

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