“Too much?” Grayson asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I shake my head, unable to form words as my body adjusts to their presence. Heat makes things possible that shouldn’t be possible, far beyond what my body could take otherwise. They’re both fully seated now, stretching me to my limits, the pressure exquisite.
“Move,” I finally manage, my voice barely a whisper. “Please move.”
They begin slowly, finding a rhythm that works for all of us. When Grayson pulls back, Kai pushes forward, ensuring I’m never empty, never without the fullness I crave. The drag of their cocks against my sensitive walls sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“So good,” Kai groans against my neck, his arms tightening around me. “You feel so good, Hollipop.”
Grayson says nothing, but his eyes speak volumes—dark with desire, focused entirely on my face as if memorizing every expression of pleasure.
The rhythm picks up, their movements becoming more synchronized, more urgent. I’m caught between them, helpless to do anything but take what they give me, pleasure building to impossible heights.
“Alpha,” I gasp, the word directed at both of them. “Please?—“
Kai’s teeth graze my shoulder, not quite breaking the skin. “Tell us what you need, omega.”
“Your bites,” I plead, the heat making me desperate for their claiming marks. “I need your bites. Make me yours.”
They exchange a glance over my shoulder, some silent communication passing between them. Then, as one, they shift their positions, angling for better access to my neck and shoulder.
“Together,” Grayson says, the word both a question and a command.
Kai nods, his mouth hovering over the opposite side of my neck from where Noah’s mark burns. “Together.”
Their thrusts deepen, the pleasure spiraling higher as they drive me toward the edge. I’m so close, teetering on the brink of release, needing just a little more to push me over.
“Now,” I beg, my voice breaking with need. “Please, now.”
Their teeth sink into my flesh simultaneously—Kai on the right side of my neck, Grayson on the left shoulder. Pain andpleasure explode through me, the double claiming sending me hurtling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life.
I feel their bonds forming, golden threads weaving into the tapestry already begun with Noah. Three distinct connections, each with its own flavor, its own essence, but all part of the same whole. Kai’s is bright and vibrant, pulsing with energy and joy. Grayson’s is deep and steady, a bedrock of strength and protection. And Noah’s, already established, is clear and precise, a beacon of guidance and care.
As the initial intensity fades, I become aware of their releases, of their knots swelling and locking us together in this intimate configuration. The physical sensation is overwhelming, but it’s nothing compared to the emotional connection now binding us all together.
Through the haze of pleasure and bonding hormones, I feel a fourth presence joining us. Noah, climbing into the nest to complete our circle, his hand gentle on my cheek as he turns my face toward him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Holly.”
I smile up at him, feeling complete in a way I never imagined possible. Four people, now irrevocably connected, a pack in every sense of the word.
As we wait for Kai and Grayson’s knots to subside, I drift in a state of blissful contentment, surrounded by my alphas, claimed and marked and loved beyond measure.
EPILOGUE
Kai
I kickthe door of the general store open with my foot, balancing a case of bottled spring water in my arms. The little bell above the door jingles, announcing my entrance like I’m Santa Claus or something.
“Delivery for the grumpiest shopkeeper in Alaska,” I announce, grinning as Grayson’s head snaps up from behind the counter. He’s talking to a woman—tourist, definitely a tourist, with that fancy North Face jacket that’s never seen more than light dusting of snow—but he gives me a quick nod of acknowledgment.
“Just set it with the others,” he says, gesturing toward the display I set up last week. The woman’s eyes follow me as I carefully arrange the bottles, each one glowing with that distinctive blue tint that’s become Heat Mountain’s calling card.
“Is that the famous spring water?” she asks, her interest piqued. “The one with the healing properties?”
“Legally, we have to say that the spring is just mineral-rich. But the people who keep coming back for more must have a good reason.” I flash her my most charming smile, the one Holly saysmakes me look like I’m up to something. “I can promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“I’ve heard so much about this water. My sister visited last summer and hasn’t stopped talking about how it helped with her arthritis.”
