Saints above, how many times can one omega orgasm during a heat?
My men are more than determined to find out.
Luca swallows hard and stares down into my eyes. I see the fear in his, in those pale green tide-pool depths, but I banish his fears with a kiss.
He strokes my face, kisses me, drops his forehead to mine. “I love you, Juniper. More than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone.”
“I love you, Luca.”
He thrusts and his knot slides home, locking inside me, lighting me up as those piercings rub against my sensitive back wall. He lets out a sharp hiss and rocks into me once, twice, before coming apart, shaking in my arms.
And I want this alpha forever. I want the mating bite he once promised he’d mark me with in an instant if I ever asked.
I ask. Ibeg, all reason lost to the haze of my heat, he brushes a gentle kiss across my lips.
But he knows. He knows that we can’t mate like this, on a whim. That our bond will only endanger me more.
He doesn’t bite me. Doesn’t bond with me like I beg him to.
He murmurs the sweetest praise, his oaths of love, his promises of forever.
And then he moves.
Achingly slow, he works his knot inside me, staring down at me in utter amazement, making me mewl.
I squeeze around his length, his thick knot, and he moves, driving that knot deeper into my aching cunt as I flutter around him. We make love like that, knotted together, until I come apart with a desperate cry. He kisses me everywhere he can, strokes my face, clings to me as we both settle.
Finally, I’m where I belong.
I smile at that, as the haze of pleasure lulls me in my alpha’s arms.
I found belonging in his arms on the Feast of Marmora and I find it there again, body to body, skin to skin.
Soul to soul.
* * *
I geta brief break from the oppressive haze of my heat and glance around at my sleeping men, letting out a sigh.
Tears spring to my eyes and I realize the feeling: overwhelm.
I tiptoe from my nest and into the bathroom, turning the taps on hot and filling the tub, hoping the hot water will chase away my aches. I slip into it as soon as the tub fills and sigh, dropping my head back against the porcelain, letting my mind drift as the water soothes me.
Emotion swells inside me, my heart squeezing. Tears slip down my cheeks, but I’m not sad—far from it. I’m happier than I thought I possibly could be.
My heat has been a revelation of love and intimacy and trust. All the things I never thought would come to pass have: I have Simon’s love, all of Luca, all of Ian. And it’s the sweetest feeling in the world, so sweet it makes my heart ache.
“There you are,” Ian says softly from the cracked door to the bathroom. “Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t drowned.”
“I’m in heat, not inept,” I mutter, but I crane my head to meet his soft gaze. There’s a softness to him when he’s like this, his glasses lost somewhere in my nest, bare and just a bit bashful. “Join me?”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“Please?”
He nods toward the front of the tub. “Scoot forward, then.”
He slides in behind me and then pulls me close. I curl against him, inhaling his scent.
