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The gods were right when they insisted that what I was feeling before was nothing like what I'm feeling now.

Because the heat between my legs is a monster, ravenous and ready to consume, and it'll eat me alive if I don't feed it what it wants.

Chapter32

Rina

None of the pillows are right.

I throw them all onto the bed and shove them against the headboard, then whine. Thale appears instantly at my elbow.

"What do you want, precious?"

"The bed... it needs..."

I barely manage to get him to understand that I'd like the bed moved into the corner.

It's a heavy, solid wood bed, bigger than a human-sized king, so it takes all four of them to move it. They shove it into the corner of the room, and I crawl on top of the mattress, arranging the pillows against the walls.

Once that's done, I sigh in contentment, then leap off the bed to stalk around the room in search of

"Here." Everett holds out a big basket full of clean laundry that smells only of soap and him. "I washed them for you."

It's a huge basket, with enough sheet sets to outfit a house three times this size. I grab all of them, stretching them over the corners of the mattress and piling them on top. The guys help me, matching up the corners for the fitted sheets and rolling the loose sheets into shapes for me.

As they help me with the nest, I feel a prickle of heat again. So I strip my shirt and shorts off, until I'm down only to my bra and panties. But even the bra feels like too much. Getting a look at myself in the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room, I realize with a start that I've gone up at least two cup sizes. My breasts are spilling out of the sides and top of the flimsy cups, my nipples pressing against the lace, desperate to be free.

And my panties... they might as well not be there, that's how little protection they're providing. The fabric is soaked through, my thighs damp, the smell of my slick hot in the air.

I glance up at my face and do a double take. Stalking close, I stare with alarm at my pupils, which are two or three times their normal size. Black, glossy expanses of darkness are surrounded by the thinnest ring of bright blue, so light it nearly disappears into the whites of my eyes.

I look absolutely mad. My skin is flush, my arousal obvious, my hair a mess. The undercut I got only days ago has already grown out, which seems insane, unless going into heat also makes my hair grow fast. If it does, the same affect is taking hold of my fingernails, which are longer and thicker than they've ever been.

But I don't need to look into my reflection to realize that I'm going into heat. I can feel it in the pulsating desire clenching my slick entrance, can smell it in my perfume in the air, and even taste it on my tongue, which is picking up the scent of the gods from a distance.

All I want, all that could possibly satisfy me, is alpha cock. I want the wide, flared head, uncut and dripping precum. The thick shaft with veins standing out and barbs raking my slick. And the knot, beautiful and engorged, so big as it slips inside me, even bigger as my slick milks it, until he's tied to me, shuddering and coming over, and over, and over.

Somehow, I instinctively know that nothing I've experienced so far could possibly compare to the real deal. Which makes me that much hungrier for it, my clit throbbing with every brush of my lace panties against my skin, all the nerves in my body raw and sensitive.

Turning towards the guys, I drink in each of them. Gorgeous, tall Everett, with his wide, broad body and long, dark hair. Patient Thale, whose brown skin and thick beard will soon be drenched with my wet slick. Lithe, cunning Lucian, who smells like the sky and makes me come like a songbird. And Adar, so warm and naughty, willing to push me to the edge and over it, incapable or uninterested in saying no to me.

I would take all four of their knots at the same time if I could. Maybe one day, when my body has been warmed up, I'll have them double penetrate me while I suck a third off and jerk a fourth. After I've had them in my slick pussy so many times that it's no longer novel, and I want something new and more challenging.

I'm here for all four of them. Ready for all four of them. But I know that only one of them is willing to hold me down, shove his knot inside me, and fuck me until my heat takes over and I become the omega I'm meant to be.

"Keeper of the Flame." I crook my fingers at Adar, whose pupils are nearly as black and wide as mine. "Knot me, my god, so I can finally live up to my full potential."

He smirks, sauntering towards me, and strips his shirt off in a single motion. His pants soon follow, his body bare beneath them, the hard length of his cock curving towards his abdomen.

A blood red thread stretches between us, made of magic and fate, growing thicker with each step he takes towards me.

Our mating thread.

A fated bond that can't be denied.

"My cock and knot are yours, Precious Caterina," he says, reaching out to tear my bra off and release my sensitive, too-full breasts. "Your pussy will never be the same once I'm done with you, I promise."

A promise I hope he keeps.

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