Images flash through my mind unbidden. Stefan's hands on me, his body pressed close, his purr rumbling through his chest. The way he looked when he kissed me earlier. The strength in his arms when he carried me, the protective edge to everything he does.
My hand moves faster, pleasure building rapidly. I come hard and fast, my orgasm ripping through me with unexpected intensity. I bite my lip to muffle the sound, my whole body shuddering as I spill across the shower floor.
But even as the pleasure fades, my cock doesn't soften. It stays hard, demanding more, refusing to be satisfied with one quick orgasm. The heat coursing through my system won't be appeased that easily.
I groan in frustration, already starting to stroke myself again. This time I go slower, drawing it out, trying to make it last. My other hand braces against the wall, muscles trembling with the effort of staying upright.
The images in my mind shift and change. Stefan is still there but now Solana joins him, her dark skin contrasting with my pale, her curves soft where I'm angular. I can't tell if I'm chasing a fantasy with Stefan or Solana at this point, or maybe both.
The thought should disturb me more than it does. Solana is Kade and Dustin's Omega, not mine. And Stefan has never indicated he wants anything beyond protecting me. But my heat-addled brain doesn't care about logic or reality, just the fantasy that's building in vivid detail.
Stefan pounding into me while I pound into Solana. All three of us tangled together, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. Stefan's hands on my hips, Solana's cries echoing in my ears, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and filling at the same time.
The fantasy takes over completely, my hand moving faster as I chase the image in my mind. This time when I come, the orgasm is even more intense than the first. I cry out despite my best efforts to stay quiet, the sound echoing off the tile walls.
My legs give out and I sink to the shower floor, water streaming over me while I try to catch my breath. My cock finally softens, the desperate edge of need finally satisfied. But my mind is still spinning, still processing what just happened.
What a fucked up world I've found myself in. Running from my father, hiding out at my maybe-Alpha's stepbrother's ranch, getting aroused by the heat scent of an Omega who belongs to other Alphas. Fantasizing about things that can never happen, that shouldn't happen, that violate every unspoken rule about pack dynamics and claiming.
I sit there in the shower until the water starts to run cold, letting it wash away the evidence of my fantasies. But no amount of water can wash away the knowledge that something fundamental has shifted. That I'm not the same person I was before coming here, before Stefan held me and purred for me and kissed me like I mattered.
Eventually I force myself to stand, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. My body aches in new ways now, muscles trembling from exertion and orgasm rather than injury. But at least the desperate heat-need has faded to something manageable.
I dry off carefully, avoiding the stitches in my side. My phone sits on the counter where I left it, the screen dark and innocent. I should call my father, let him know I'm alive. Should probably warn Stefan that Logan showing up means others might follow.
But right now, I can't bring myself to care about any of that. Right now, I just want to crawl back into that guest room bed and sleep for a week, preferably with Stefan's arms around me and his purr rumbling through my chest.
The thought makes me pause, towel clutched in my hands. When did that become something I wanted? When did Stefan become someone I couldn't imagine being without?
I don't have answers to those questions. Don't even know if I want to examine them too closely. So I finish drying off, pull on the clean clothes someone left for me, and unlock the bathroom door.
The house is quiet, no sounds of violence or confrontation filtering down the hall. Just the distant sounds of Solana's heat and the knowledge that somewhere out there, Stefan is handling security with a man tied up in the storage room.
What a fucked up world indeed.
Chapter thirty-eight
Kade
It's been nonstop for the last several hours, Dustin and I alternating as we knot our gorgeous Omega through wave after wave of her heat. Solana is insatiable, her body demanding more as soon as one of us pulls out, her eyes dark and pleading as she reaches for whichever Alpha isn't currently buried inside her. But even in the midst of her heat, I notice her eyes keep darting to the door, some part of her aware that Stefan and Ashton are somewhere in the house.
It's not ideal having them here. I've never had to manage a heat situation with other Alphas and Omegas in close proximity. Dustin keeps bracing himself, I can tell, waiting for the moment when Solana's territorial instincts kick in and she demands they leave. It's what should happen. Omegas in heat typically want only their bonded Alphas around, viewing any other presence as a threat or distraction.
But Solana hasn't shown any sign of wanting them gone. If anything, she asks about them between spikes, her heat-addled mind still concerned about their wellbeing even while her body is demanding attention.
Ashton's scent has been growing sweeter throughout the day, that faded lavender intensifying with each passing hour. I know that Omegas can feed off each other's heat cycles, their bodies responding sympathetically even without direct contact. But Solana and Ashton never met before he came to this house, had no prior bond or connection that would explain this level of synchronization.
Every time Solana's scent sweetens with arousal, I can smell Ashton's a little more, the two scents mingling in the air and creating something that shouldn't work but does. I'm embarrassed to admit that the last time I fucked Solana, that extra push that sent me over the edge was the burst in Ashton's scent. Like the combination of them is working wonders, triggering responses in me that a single Omega never could.
I sit up slowly, my body raw from where Solana's fingers have dug into my shoulders, arms, sides and chest. She marks me every time, her nails leaving crescents in my skin as she clings to me through her orgasms. Every time her fingers would graze Dustin's bite mark on my chest, it was like euphoria, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
I find myself wondering when the day will come when I get to place my bite mark on Solana. When she'll be ready to accept that permanent claiming, that irrevocable bond. Dustin already bears my mark, has for years. But adding Solana to our bond, making her officially ours... that's something I want with an intensity that surprises me.
I stretch and stand, working out the kinks in my muscles. It's been almost twenty-four hours since Solana's heat fully hit, twenty-four hours of constant attention and care. My body aches in ways that are both satisfying and exhausting, muscles burning from exertion.
I look over to see Solana completely lost to her heat again, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Dustin is lovingly pumping into her, his movements slow and deliberate as he kisses along her cheeks, nose, and mouth. She clings to him from beneath, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands fisted in his hair.
The sight makes me grin despite my exhaustion. Dustin is being too gentle, drawing it out when what she needs is hard and fast. I can see the frustration building in her body, the way she tries to rock her hips to speed him up but can't get the leverage she needs.
