It’s so fucking powerful, I’m completely paralyzed by the colliding sensations.
And the man responsible leans over me, eyes hooded and lips curving with satisfaction, before slumping into me. He can’t quite fold in half, so he leans on my bent knee and a moment later his deep breaths tell me he’s asleep.
With no sign of the knot in my ass deflating.
Chapter fifty-one
Red
Saturday blurs into Sunday, and Sunday into Monday without Callisto letting up. Honestly, I’m pretty fucking proud of myself for sending my polished alpha into such an animalistic spiral—although I know it’s also thanks to Ricky and Zack’s influences.
Waking up to find him jammed into Rickon’s ass with a full knot was both amazing and enlightening. None of us even knew it was possible, but my alphas like to defy all expectations.
Rickon and I take turns satisfying Callisto’s ferocious needs, and it strikes me how desperately hungry my alpha was. And in a strange way, that desperation reassures me. With the three of them, I think I’ll be able to handle my next heat.
As evening approaches on what’s supposed to be our last day here, Rickon gets on the phone with Callisto’s parents to check if they know how long his longest rut went for. We already rang Hale earlier in the day to clear Calli’s Tuesday schedule, but we can’t stay holed up here forever.
I take sips of water and share it with Callisto through messy kisses as I bob gently on his chest. He’s run out of steam but still seems dazed and thrusts into anything in sight when he’s awake.
It might be unintentional, but it’s been an amazing way to sear away all the distance between us as a pack. We sleep in a damp pile with him thrusting into me or Rickon, the sheets torn and falling off the bed, our scents mingling until we can’t quite tell them apart.
We all fit together wonderfully.
Even driven by his appetites, Callisto shows no desire to fuck Zack, but that seems to suit them both. After throwing a few fits when Zack separated him from us so Ricky and I can swap, our newest alpha settled, growing less defiant.
“Three days,” Rickon says, hanging up the phone. His voice rasps from all the screaming. “That means his rut should break any hour.”
I nod and balance myself on Calli’s chest as he thrusts up, sweat running down my arms. I feel limp as cooked pasta, but I’m happier than I have words for.
Calli grunts, and his stomach tenses. He reaches toward me, clasping heavy hands around my neck as his hips kick up weakly, wedging his knot in. Excitement stirs, but my body’s too exhausted to orgasm again properly. Cum slides down my thighs; literally not an inch inside of me available. At this rate, I’ll be soaking my underwear for days.
“You know I gotta film a big race scene at the end of this week, dontcha Calli?” I grumble lightheartedly as he gasps for breath on my neck. “I’ll be feeling that saddle up in my throat.”
Rickon snorts softly and passes me a towel. “Want me to take over?”
I shoot him a raised brow, knowing he’s already hobbling. “Nah. At least my pussy’s designed for knots.” I wave him away weakly with a grin. “Go check on Zack. I’ll be fine for a bit.”
He blows me a kiss and heads out the door, leaving us dozing on the bed in each other’s arms.
I wake again as Callisto shudders and dips his nose to my neck. “Red?” he asks thickly.
“Yeah, it’s me, alpha.”
He groans and presses his palm to his forehead. Then his eyes widen as he assesses me, the black orbs clearer than I’ve seen for days. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “I went into rut, didn’t I?”
I grin and gently stroke the lines of his ribs, his weight loss evident. “Congratulations. You put us through the wringer on day one.”
He chokes. “Fuck! I’m so so—”
I surge forward and slap my hand over his mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss. “I’m so proud of my rut win streak, so don’t say another word.”
Callisto kisses my palm before flopping onto his back with a weary laugh. “All right, I won’t. But damn, I’ve never felt so tired in my life.” He reaches down to scratch his outer thigh, and his hand comes up full of slick. He swears again as he looks from his hand to me, mouth falling open in shock.
I shrug one shoulder. “That’s nothing. Just wait til I go into heat.” I chuckle as I ease myself off his softening knot. Fuck, my pussy’s swollen and dripping.
Callisto holds his arm out, and I collapse onto it. Just for a minute, then I’ll think about a shower and something to eat. “I think we destroyed the bed,” I mutter into his armpit.
“I’ll order a new one,” he rasps. He touches my shoulder, but his hand soon slips limply to the mattress. “Where’s Zack?”
