“You’re my scent matches,” I say, the words finally free. “I think I’ve known since the beginning. I just couldn’t… I wasn’t ready to face it.”
These aren’t just any alphas. They’re mine. My scent matches. All four of them.
“Dam right, Blue,” Elias says. “We’re yours, and we’re here for you if you want us.”
All three of them are still standing in the doorway, eyes dark, bodies tense from holding back.
“We can take it slow,” Archer says. “Whatever you need.”
“I need you now.” I’m practically panting now.
Silas moves in first, kneeling beside me. His hand is gentle as he brushes the damp hair from my face. His touch soothes the heat flooding through me, and I arch into his palm.
“We’ve got you, little omega.” Archer’s voice is a low rumble that I feel in my ribs.
“I want you,” I moan.
Elias is already pulling his shirt over his head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Silas helps me sit up. Archer tugs my sweat-soaked tee over my head, and the cool air hits my bare skin.
“Fucking perfect,” Elias says, his eyes sweeping over me.
Silas’s hands settle on my waist, so big they nearly span my ribs. Archer’s fingers drag along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. Elias tips my chin up and takes my mouth.
This kiss is nothing like the one in the firefly clearing. That kiss was sweet and tender. This one is hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping in, claiming and tasting, and I open for him completely, encouraged by his fervour. My hands find his bare chest, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
While Elias kisses me, Silas’s mouth finds my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitized flesh. Archer’s hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden to aching points.
I want more. Need more, need to be filled. I need to be fucked. I need to be knotted.
I never thought I’d invite alphas willingly into my bed after what happened to me. After having my trust betrayed, my body violated, my choices stripped away.
Yet here I am, burning up with need. But this time, I made a choice that’s entirely my own. I decided before my heat even hit, so I know I can trust my decision.
My wolf is howling for relief, but this isn’t just about biology. This isn’t just my heat speaking. This is me, Moira, Blue, whatever the hell I want to call myself, actively choosing these alphas. Not just because my body demands it, not just because they are my scent-match, but because I want them, I trust them. I know if I ask them to stop, for any reason, they would, because they respect me. That thought alone makes me want them even more.
Their hands are everywhere, yet each touch feels like worship rather than possession. I expected some part of me to seize up in terror, for old memories to crash through and ruin this moment. Instead, I feel safe, cherished, and cared for.
Elias breaks our kiss, his eyes dark with arousal. “Easy, Blueberry. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready.” I rock against Silas, solid and warm behind me. “Need you. Now.”
The scent of my heat fills the cabin, thick and sweet and desperate. Three pairs of hands. Three mouths. All focused on me, but I need more.
“Please,” I beg.
Elias reads my body language, and his hands slide up my thighs. His fingers circle my entrance, teasing, testing. “Ready for me, Blueberry?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes.”
He slides one finger inside me, and my body melts around him. He adds a second, stretching me gently, and the fullness makes my back arch off the bed, but it’s not enough.
Not nearly enough.
“More,” I demand, bucking against his hand.
He grins against my mouth. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”