"I'll bring him."
Cole pulled on his clothes and headed for the door. The moment it closed behind him, the heat surged again—a wave of need so intense my vision blurred.
I couldn't wait. Couldn't just lie there while the emptiness consumed me.
Cal was beside me, his hand still holding mine, and I turned toward him with desperate eyes. He was half-hard already, hisbody responding to my scent, to the pheromones I was pumping into the air.
"Lumi—"
I didn't let him finish.
I crawled toward him, pushed him onto his back, and took him into my mouth.
"Fuck." His hips jerked, his hand flying to my hair. "Lumi, you don't have to—"
I took him deeper. All the way to the back of my throat, swallowing around him until he groaned. He tasted like salt and musk and mate, and I needed more. Needed to be filled everywhere, needed something to quiet the ache while I waited for Stone.
"That's it." James appeared beside us, his hand stroking down my spine. "Take what you need."
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. Cal's fingers tightened in my hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"So good," he gritted out. "Your mouth is so fucking good, Lumi."
Neal moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, felt him position himself at my entrance.
"Keep sucking him," Neal murmured. "Let us take care of you."
He thrust inside, and I moaned around Cal's cock. The vibration made Cal curse, his hips bucking up, pushing deeper into my throat. I took it. Took all of it. Let them use me, fill me, drive away the emptiness one thrust at a time.
James stroked my hair. "Beautiful. You're so beautiful like this. Our perfect Omega."
I came with Cal in my throat and Neal buried inside me. The orgasm rolled through me, but the heat didn't fade. It pulsed brighter. Hotter. Still building toward something just out of reach.
Cal spilled down my throat with a groan, and I swallowed every drop. Neal followed moments later, his release warm inside me.
But it still wasn't enough.
I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"Stone," I whispered. "I need Stone."
"He's coming." James pulled me into his arms, pressing kisses to my damp forehead. "Cole's bringing him. Just hold on a little longer."
Chapter seventeen
Time lost meaning.
Hours. Days. I couldn't tell anymore. The world had narrowed to the cabin, to the bed, to the bodies surrounding me. Waves of need crashed through me endlessly, and my mates answered every one. They took turns filling me, holding me, pressing water to my lips and whispering praise against my fevered skin.
But the heat wouldn't break.
It built and built, climbing toward a peak it couldn't seem to reach. Every orgasm brought temporary relief, a few minutes of clarity before the need clawed back stronger than before. I was drowning in it. Burning alive from the inside out.
"Stone," I gasped between waves. "I need Stone."
"He's coming." James's voice, steady and sure. "Cole went to get him. Just hold on."
Without Stone, the heat couldn't crest.
