I could feel it. I could feel every signal her body was sending. I was cataloging them with everything I had, staying just ahead of the crest, keeping her at the edge because the longer I held her there, the harder it would break, and I wanted it to breakcompletely for her. My knot was swelling, begging to anchor inside of her, to lock myself to her. I thought Malric would want to be the first to knot her, but he was letting me do it.
“Please,” she said. “Please, I need?—”
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Let go.”
She broke on the next stroke and I made one final thrust, notching my knot just inside of her, the swelling anchoring me to her. She was screaming, the knot sending her into a second, much more intense orgasm. Her channel contracted hard around me, squeezing me tighter than I had ever felt before, and I came, pumping load after load of my seed into her. But the knot wouldn’t let any of it escape, not as long as we were locked together.
Malric stroked her bud, her channel jerking as she came again, a smaller, softer orgasm. Her head fell back against his shoulder.
“No more. Need a break.” Her words were broken, choked out.
He chuckled and withdrew his hand to stroke her hair and gently kiss her neck.
We lay in the wreckage of the nest, breathing, my face in her neck, her hands at my back, and Malric’s low voice in the room, grounding us to the present. My cock continued to jerk and spurt periodically, and she had mild tremors, coming as I did.
Her hand slowly stroked over my back, lazily.
The heat was quieter now, banked again, the second wave broken with the knotting. There would be more waves. This was only a temporary reprieve. This could go on for days. May the gods help us if her father came during that time. But for now, I was grateful to have this time with Aveline and Malric.
I pressed my mouth to her temple. She squeezed my hand and didn’t let go.
I was grateful for both of my mates. Now, to make the mating a reality.
Malric
Three days.
Three days of heat cycles, broken sleep interspersed with a demanding omega and increasingly inventive sexual positions to keep her satisfied, and the domestic chaos of two alphas trying to keep an omega fed and hydrated between waves when her body had strong opinions about both. The nest was a mess, scattered all over the place and dirty, not that any of us noticed. My cock was raw and tired, but still responding when my omega’s scent called.
I was running on perhaps nine hours of sleep spread across three days.
Thane looked worse than I felt, which was saying something.
Aveline looked tired, her body scattered with love bites and small bruises, but the heat still claimed her, demanding more of her, more of us. Her silver hair was tangled and knotted, and she had dark circles under dark eyes still hazy with heat. It didn’t matter if her body was designed for this, if she recovered between waves quicker than we did. The heat was taking a toll on all of us and showed no signs of ending.
Currently, she was sitting in the center of the nest with her arms wrapped around her knees, the heavy fur around her shoulders, looking at the cup of broth I was holding out with a mutinous expression.
“It’s warm,” I said.
“I am aware of that.”
“It will take thirty seconds.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Omega, you need to keep up your strength.”
“When will this heat end?” She had resorted to a slight whine in her tone, which was common for omegas when they were unhappy, especially during heat, or so my father used to tell me.
Thane, from his position against the nest wall, smirked and made no move to assist. He knew which battles were winnable and was conserving resources. Asshole.
I set the broth down where she could reach it and accepted the partial victory. “I don’t know, Omega. But you need your strength.”
“You’ve been saying that for days now.” She folded her arms in front of her and stared past me at the stone wall.
She wasn’t wrong. The heat had lessened somewhat in recent hours, providing a respite that allowed her to think clearly and fully process the intense physical and emotional experiences of the past three days, unmitigated by the heat’s usual dampening effect. These windows were harder in some ways than the waves. During the waves, she was present and physical and entirely occupied. During the breaks, she thought about the implications.
She was thinking now.
