Page 110 of Heat Island
The hiss wasn’t pain—it was pure, unfiltered pleasure, a release of the tension coiling inside me. I push back against him, urging him deeper, showing him exactly what I crave.
Lucas groans beneath me, his hands tightening on my waist. “Damn, sweetheart. Look at you taking us both like you were made for it.” His words stroke something deep within, a quiet pride blooming in my chest. I revel in the admiration, in the way they marvel at my strength even as I’m unraveling between them.
Cash moves again, slower now, matching Lucas’s rhythm as they find a synchronized pace that drives me closer to the edge with every thrust. My breaths come in shallow gasps, the heat inside me building to a crescendo I can’t contain. The world narrows to this—to the feel of them, the scent of their skin, the way my body responds like it’s finally found its purpose.
Lucas’s voice dips to a silken murmur, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Keep taking us just like this, and when we’ve worked you up enough, maybe you can even take two knots. How’s that sound?”
The thought alone ignites a firestorm in my core. Two knots. The raw, primal image of being so completely claimed, so thoroughly filled, sends me spiraling. My vision whites out, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of releasecrash over me, relentless and blinding. Every muscle tenses and shudders, my body clenching around them as the peak hits with a force I’ve never known.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, that bone-deep need doesn’t fade, which can mean only one thing.
My heat has officially begun. There’s no turning back now.
FORTY-THREE
CASH
As a beta,I know very little to fuck-all about omega heats and alpha ruts. Lucas and I have an amazing sex life, but it’s rare for him to go into a true rut because typically only an omega can trigger one. And I know as much about heats as anyone with access to the internet and any interest in porn because that has to be the most popular search on most sites.
But I’d never seen quite that level of intensity from Lucas when he picked a completely heat-dazed Trinity off of the floor, shushing and scenting her as she writhed. That was my first clue.
Matheo and Kyren bursting into the room, pupils gone black and chests swelling with alpha hot air, is my second clue.
When Trinity leaps off the bed, one hand working frantically at each of their belt buckles as she insists they kiss, and Matheo and Kyren start making out, I’m absolutely fucking sure of it.
All three of these damn alphas are going into a rut.
I’ve always prided myself on keeping a level head, especially when things get messy with Lucas and his alphainstincts. As a beta, I don’t get swept up in the primal chaos of ruts or heats, which usually keeps me as the anchor in the storm. Right now, though, watching Matheo and Kyren tangle tongues while Trinity claws at their clothing, I’m grasping at straws to maintain any kind of control in this jet cabin turned pressure cooker.
“Trinity, hold up,” I say, stepping forward with my hands raised like I’m negotiating a hostage situation. “Let’s get that nest finished first.”
If a few hours go by and she suddenly realizes the bed isn’t a nest while four men are crashed out on it, her reaction won’t be pretty.
Her head snaps up, hazel eyes swallowed by black, and the look she gives me is pure, unfiltered hunger. “Nest later. Need you. Need all of you. Now.”
Matheo, Lucas, and Kyren stalk the edges of the bed like predators barely leashed, their impatience rolling off them in waves.
Lucas’s fingers twitch at his sides, his jaw tight with restraint. Kyren’s gaze locks on Trinity, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he fights to hold back. Matheo’s hands clench into fists, his breathing ragged, but he doesn’t move closer—not yet.
Their scents thicken the air, all musk and dominance, and I know they’re seconds from snapping.
I dodge Trinity’s reaching hands as she grabs for my shirt, redirecting her toward the pile of blankets Lucas brought. “Focus here, okay? Stack these up. Make it yours.”
She whines, a desperate sound that cuts straight through me, and instead of taking the blanket, she bends forward, hips arching into the air, presenting herself. The sight draws a chorus of suppressed snarls from the alphas, their control fraying audibly.
My pulse spikes, but I grit my teeth, focusing on the task. I grip her shoulders to pull her upright, but my hand slips down, landing on her thigh, slick and hot under my fingers.
The contact burns through my resolve. I yank my hand back, wetness clinging to my skin, and fumble for a pillow with my other hand to shove at her. “Here. Use this.”
Lucas lunges before I can blink, seizing my wrists in a grip that’s all alpha strength. His tongue drags across my slick-coated fingers, tasting her on me, and his eyes roll back with a groan that’s pure rut-driven need. “Fuck, she’s sweet.”
I wrench my arm free, chest heaving, and glance at Trinity. Her pupils are blown wide, no trace of reason left in that gaze. She’s beyond words, beyond anything but instinct.
“Trinity, I’ll do my damnedest to piece you back together if these idiots break you into pieces,” I mutter, knowing she probably can’t even process it. “But I’d rather avoid that, so I really need you to work with me here.”
She launches herself at me with a force that knocks me back into Lucas’s solid chest. I stumble, caught between her heat and his rut, as her hands claw at my waistband. Just before her mouth closes around me, she looks up, and there’s a flicker of clarity in those dark eyes—more than I expected. Her lips curve into a wicked smirk. “Not if I break you first.”
Trinity’s mouth sinks down on me, hot and relentless, sending a jolt of pleasure so sharp, it’s like a blade slicing through every rational thought in my brain. My knees buckle for a split second, a gasp ripping from my throat as she works me with a desperation that mirrors the heat flooding her system. I’m caught in the hot and clenchingvice of her mouth, my hands instinctively tangling in her chestnut waves, not to guide but to anchor myself against the storm she’s unleashing.
