Page 111 of Heat Island
Lucas’s arms snake around me from behind, his grip firm and unyielding, holding me in place as if he knows I’m seconds from crumbling. His chest presses against my back, warm and steady, a wall of alpha strength that both comforts and overwhelms.
“Got you, Cash,” he murmurs, voice rough with his own rut-driven edge, lips brushing the nape of my neck. The vibration of his words sends a shiver down my spine, amplifying the chaos Trinity’s already ignited.
The pleasure is so acute, so piercing, I’m not sure how much more I can withstand before I shatter completely. My vision blurs at the edges, every nerve ending alight as Trinity’s tongue swirls with a ferocity that feels personal, like she’s claiming me just as much as I thought I’d be claiming her. I grit my teeth, a low groan escaping despite my best efforts to stay composed.
I’m a beta—supposed to be the calm one, the steady hand—but right now, I’m drowning in sensation, and I don’t care to fight it.
Lucas leans forward, his breath hot against my skin, and I feel the shift as he reaches around me. His hand glides down Trinity’s thigh, gathering the copious slick that coats her skin, evidence of her heat in full throttle.
He pulls back, and before I can process it, his fingers are at my backside, spreading the warm, silken wetness there. The intimacy of it—the way he uses her essence to ease his touch—sends a shockwave through me. One finger presses in, slow and deliberate, finding that sensitive spot inside with a precision that makes my breath hitch violently.
“Relax for me,” Lucas growls softly, his tone a mix ofcommand and care as he strokes the tender sponge of my prostate, each movement stoking a fire I didn’t know could burn this hot. My body responds on instinct, muscles clenching then loosening under his touch, and I’m panting now, caught between Trinity’s mouth and Lucas’s fingers, the dual assault unraveling me thread by thread.
Then he enters me, gentle but firm, his presence a grounding force even as it pushes me further into sensory overload. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming in the best way, a deep ache that morphs into raw, pulsing pleasure as he moves with a controlled rhythm. My head tips back against his shoulder, a broken sound escaping my lips as I surrender to the tide of it all.
Trinity hums around me, the vibration sending another shock through my core, and I realize I don’t need a heat or a rut to lose my mind. This—being pinned between an omega in heat and an alpha in rut—is enough to strip away every ounce of control I’ve ever clung to.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp, voice barely recognizable, my fingers tightening in Trinity’s hair as Lucas sets a pace that matches her intensity.
I’m not just caught in their storm. I’m part of it, my body a conduit for their need, my pleasure spiraling higher with every thrust, every flick of Trinity’s tongue. I’m breaking, and I’ve never felt more alive.
Turns out, I don’t need to be capable of going into a heat or rut to completely lose control.
FORTY-FOUR
MATHEO
My hands gripTrinity’s hips with a firmness that borders on possessiveness, guiding her as she moves atop me in the center of her hastily crafted nest. The jet hums beneath us, a steady vibration that matches the pulse of her heat-driven rhythm.
Pillows and blankets cocoon us in a tangle of softness, the air thick with her scent—cranberries and cinnamon laced with something wilder now, more earth, that pulls at every alpha instinct I’ve got. I need to figure out that last piece of the puzzle before not being able to identify it drives me insane.
Sweat beads on her skin, catching the dim cabin light as her wavy chestnut hair falls like a curtain around us, wild and untamed.
Lucas is sprawled in a nearby chair, chest heaving, blond hair plastered to his forehead as he catches his breath after his last turn and a quick shower in the attached bathroom. Cash curls at the foot of the bed, dark auburn hair a mess, his glasses askew even in sleep, exhaustionclaiming him after Trinity broke through his usual composure.
I can’t help the amused thought that flickers through my mind—even with four of us, we might not be enough to sate her when she’s like this, a force of nature unleashed by her heat.
“Four might not even cut it,” I mutter, chuckling under my breath as I fight the swell of my knot, determined to hold off just a little longer. “Where are the ringers when you need them?
“Tell me about it.” Kyren’s voice cuts through from beside me, laced with a smirk. I turn my head, finding him lying on his side, propped on an elbow, his bright green eyes fixed on Trinity as she grinds down on me, lost in her own world of pleasure. “I slept for damn near a week after her last heat. Barely crawled out of bed to pee. She’s about to drain you so dry that you turn to dust.”
I scoff, keeping my grip on Trinity as her pace quickens, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps that stoke the fire in my gut. “I’m not even close to knotting yet. Could do this for hours.”
Kyren’s brow arches, a challenge glinting in his gaze as he drags his eyes from Trinity to me. “Is that so? You’re looking pretty strained there, man. Bet you don’t last another ten minutes before you’re locking her down.”
I grin, baring my teeth in a mock snarl, even as a bead of sweat rolls down my temple from the sheer effort of restraint. “Watch me. I’ve got control like you wouldn’t believe. Probably outlast you by a long shot when it’s your turn again.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” he fires back, his tone dripping with playful mockery, the RUIN tattoo on his neck shifting as helets out a low laugh. “We’ll see who’s begging for a break first. My money’s on you, old man.”
“Old man? I’m barely pushing forty. You’re just hoping I tap out so you can swoop in.” I adjust my hold on Trinity, my fingers digging into her curves as her movements grow more frantic, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. She isn’t paying attention to us, too far gone in the haze of her need to notice our banter.
Kyren’s smirk widens, his gaze flicking back to her before settling on me again, daring and sharp. “Keep talking. Let’s see if that bravado holds up when she’s clenching down, demanding everything you’ve got.”
My hands stroke up Trinity’s bare sides and she makes a murmured sound of pleasure. “I think I’ve got this.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see about that.”
My grip on Trinity tightens as Kyren’s taunt hangs in the air, a spark of competitive fire igniting in my chest. I’m about to fire back when his hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies, his fingers finding Trinity’s clit with a precision that makes her gasp.
