I look from Cass's intense, burning gaze to Warren’s worried one, and then to Beck and Grason. Gray is watching me with a hunger so raw it makes my breath catch.
“What’s happening?” I whisper, confused.
Cass's hand slips under my chin, tipping my head up. He leans down close, his voice a low, steady rumble that vibrates through me. "You know what's happening, Tansy. And it’s okay. We've got you. Everything's going to be okay." His dark blue eyes hold mine as my mind struggles to catch up.
“I…am….” I swallow hard, struggling to form words. “Am I in heat?”
Cass nods slowly as my hips begin to roll in a slow, circular motion without meaning to.
The pack alpha releases my face, his touch lingering for a moment before Warren is there, leaning in and pushing me onto my back. His body trembles slightly as he hovers over me, a fine shudder running through his frame that tells me he's struggling to hold himself back.
It’s…sweet? I think.
I don’t know. Everything hurts, and I’m a little scared.
“It’s okay,” Warren whispers as he lowers his head. He kisses me so gently. It’s a stark contrast to the violent storm raging inside me.
I'm acutely aware of every painful sensation—the deep, throbbing ache, the way my swollen, slick pussy feels empty and wanting, the hard pulse of my engorged clit. But this is the first heat I've ever had with my whole pack, and a wave of something so much bigger than pain washes over me. It's a rush of pure, unadulterated emotion, a tidal wave of love and trust so potent it makes my eyes burn.
I know they'll take care of me.
They’ll beat back every drop of pain with their love and knots, making sure I’m safe and cared for every second.
Moving slowly, Warren positions himself between my trembling thighs, and I feel the blunt, hot head of his cock press against my slick entrance. He pushes inside me slowly, and the stretch is an instant balm to the burning emptiness.
Then he moves, rutting me with slow, deep thrusts. Each push of his hips chases away a piece of the pain, replacing it with the solid, undeniable reality of my mate’s body connected to mine.
“So pretty,” Grason whispers, his face hovering over mine, blocking out the light. He peppers my face with soft, wet kisses—my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. It's sweet, almost too sweet for the raw, animal need clawing at my insides.
I’m lifting my head to kiss him back when he leans up, shifting his body. Before I can register what he’s doing, the head of his cock, already hard and leaking, bumps against my lips. The sight of it, the smell of his clean, musky arousal, sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated hunger through me. I'm suddenly starving, not just for the taste of him, but for the thought of his cum filling my mouth, for the idea of being stuffed and plugged and overflowing with their seed.
I want it everywhere.
In my pussy, in my mouth, onmy skin.
I want to be covered and claimed in the most primal way possible.
Now!
I open without hesitation, my lips stretching wide as I take him in. He's thick, and the weight of him on my tongue is glorious. I'm greedy for it, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks as I work him deeper.
Warren's steady rhythm between my thighs becomes a counterpoint to the frantic bobbing of my head. I can feel Grason's knot already starting to balloon at the base of his cock, a firm, swelling bulge that presses against my lips, a promise of the lock to come. I use my hands, one wrapping around his thick shaft to pump what I can't fit in my mouth, the other cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in my palm. I gag a little as I take him too deep, the sound wet and filthy, but I don't stop. I can't.
The need is too strong.
"Look at her," Cass's voice cuts through the haze, low and rough with desire. "So fucking hungry for it. Beck, get over here. Give her your cock, too. Don't let her starve."
I feel the bed dip as Beck moves to my other side. I turn my head, my mouth leaving Grason's cock with a wet pop, and immediately take Beck in. He's smaller, and he fits so perfectly in my hand. I moan as I taste the difference between my mates. I'm lost in it, a swirl of their delicious tastes and smells—Warren's earthy scent from where he's fucking me, Grason's clean musk, Beck's slightly sharper, saltier flavor.
I'm cock-drunk, my mind a fog of pure sensation.
Trying to take them both, I turn my head from side to side, sucking one while my hand works the other, my lips stretching, my jaw aching. Spit and precum smears my cheeks as I desperately try toget my fill.
Seeing my struggle, Beck and Grason lean in closer, bringing the heads of their cocks together right in front of my open mouth. The slick, leaking tips rub against each other, creating a single, glistening target for my hunger. I don't have to choose anymore.
I stick out my tongue and lap at them both at once, swirling it over their combined heads, tasting the mingled salt of their pre-cum. The friction of their cocks sliding against each other as I lick and suck is filthy and perfect, a messy, wet tangle of skin and need that sends a fresh wave of slick gushing from my pussy around Warren's cock.
The sudden wetness makes him falter for only a second before a deep, guttural growl rips from his chest. The sound is pure possession, a raw, animalistic claim.
