Pedro takes my right, more clinical at first, checking my pulse, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. But when Iturn my face into his palm, he softens. His thumb traces along my cheekbone.
Nacho sits at the head of the bed, lifting me until my back rests against his chest. His arms wrap around me from behind, solid and grounding. His breath is warm against my ear.
Sergio kneels at the foot of the bed, watching. Waiting.
"Better?" Carlos's voice is husky.
"Getting there." I'm surrounded by them now. Cocooned. The desperate edge of the heat has dulled slightly. But not quite the feral madness of moments ago. "I think my omega likes the pack cuddle approach."
"Your omega has good instincts." Pedro's hand slides into my hair, scratching lightly against my scalp. "Heat is easier with physical contact. Your body is craving connection."
"My body is craving a lot of things." The words slip out, and I feel my face heat even more than it already is. "Sorry. Brain-to-mouth filter seems to be malfunctioning."
"Don't apologize." Sergio's voice cuts through the room. "Not for anything you say tonight. Not for anything you want."
I meet his eyes across the tangle of bodies.
"I want you." The admission feels huge. Terrifying. "All of you. I've been wanting you for weeks, and I was scared to say it, and now my body is literally forcing the issue, which seems like cheating somehow, but I don't care anymore because I'm pretty sure I'll die if someone doesn't do something about the empty feeling in my..."
"Jess." Carlos's hand presses firmer against my stomach. "Breathe."
I suck in air. Let it out slowly.
"I want this." I look at each of them in turn. Sergio with his steady control. Carlos with his easy warmth. Pedro with his careful intensity. Nacho with his quiet strength. "Not just because of the heat. Because of you. All of you."
"We know." Nacho's voice rumbles against my back. "We've been waiting for you to be ready."
"I'm ready." I squirm against him, the ache building again. "Can we please stop talking about how ready I am and do something about it?"
Sergio moves.
He crawls up the bed, over my legs, between my thighs. His brothers shift to accommodate him, creating space without breaking contact. Carlos's hand slides to my hip. Pedro's moves to my shoulder. Nacho's arms tighten around my ribcage.
Sergio hovers over me, weight braced on his forearms, face inches from mine.
"Last chance." His grey eyes bore into mine. "After this, everything changes. You'll be ours. Permanently. Pack bond. Mating marks. The whole thing."
"Promise?" The word comes out breathless.
Something cracks in his expression. The iron control he's been maintaining since he walked through the door finally slips, and underneath I see hunger. Raw and desperate and barely leashed.
He lowers his head and kisses me.
The world narrows to the point of contact.
His mouth is firm and demanding, nothing like the gentle kisses we've shared before. He tastes like toothpaste and coffee and want, and I open for him immediately, letting his tongue sweep inside, letting him take whatever he needs.
Hands move over my body. Too many hands to track. Someone pulls my shirt over my head. Someone else tugs at my shorts. The cool air hits my overheated skin, and I gasp against Sergio's mouth.
"Easy." Carlos's voice at my ear. "We've got you."
Sergio pulls back to look at me. I'm bare now, exposed, spread out across my ruined nest while four men drink in the sight.
I should feel self-conscious. Should want to cover myself. Instead, I feel powerful. Wanted. They're looking at me, like I'm the most precious thing they've ever seen...
"Beautiful." Pedro's voice is rough. "You're so beautiful, Jessica."
"Stunning." Nacho's arms tighten around me. "Absolutely stunning."
