“I want to touch you while you touch me.” I stroke him slowly. “At the same time. Want to feel you come while I’m coming.”
“Fuck.” His fingers find my pussy, slide through the wetness there. “Yeah. We can do that.”
We find a rhythm. His fingers inside me, my hand around his cock, both of us stroking and thrusting in time. It’s messy and uncoordinated and perfect.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Can hear it—hear how wet you are for us. Your pussy’s dripping, Tessa.”
“Milo...” I’m close already. They’ve wound me up so much, kept me on the edge for so long. “I’m...”
“I know. Me too.” His fingers speed up, find my g-spot, press. “Come with me. Want to feel you come on my fingers while I come in your hand.”
I tighten my grip on his cock, stroke faster. He matches me, fucking me with his fingers, thumb on my clit.
“Now,” he grits out. “Tessa—now?—”
We come together. My pussy clenches around his fingers as his cock pulses in my hand, both of us gasping and trembling and making a mess of each other. I feel his come splash hot on my stomach, feel my slick gush over his hand, and it’s perfect. It’s exactly what I needed.
“God.” He collapses beside me, breathing hard. “That was...”
“Yeah.” I can’t find better words either.
He pulls me close, and I let myself be held. Ben presses against my back, his hand stroking up and down my side. Elijah settles at my feet, one hand wrapped around my ankle, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin.
Three alphas. All of them touching me. All of them mine—or they could be, if I’m brave enough to let them.
That thought should scare me. It does scare me. But right now, the ache finally quiet, I can’t seem to remember why.
Elijah squeezes my ankle gently. “You okay?”
“Good.” I let my eyes close. “Really good.”
“Then rest,” Ben says. “While you can.”
I do. I drift off surrounded by my pack, their hands gentle on my skin, their scents wrapped around me like a blanket.
I wake up screaming.
Not from pleasure. From pain.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. My skin feels too tight, my blood too hot, my insides twisting with an emptiness so acute it’s agony. I curl into a ball, sobbing, clawing at the blankets like I can somehow claw my way out of my own body.
This is different. This is worse. This is?—
“Tessa!” Ben’s voice, frantic. “Tessa, look at me!”
I can’t. I can’t see anything through the tears, can’t feel anything except the pain, can’t think about anything except the hollow, aching emptiness that’s tearing me apart.
“What’s happening?” That’s Elijah, tight with worry.
“Her heat just hit for real.” Milo’s voice is grim. “The pre-heat was just the warm-up. This is the main event.”
Hands on my face. Someone forcing me to look at them. Milo’s dark eyes swim into focus.
“Tessa. Listen to me.” His voice is steady. Calm. “You’re okay. The pain is temporary. But you need to tell us what you need.”
“I need...” The words won’t come. Everything is too much. “I need...”
“Do you need my fingers? My mouth?”
