I gulped in a big breath of air, but it didn’t help.
The ground began to swim as a wave of dizziness enveloped me.
My god. I had never had a heat like this in my life.
Never.
“Help,” I whispered, but my voice was small, raw, sweat dripping into my eyes so I couldn't see anything.
My knees suddenly gave way and I sank to the ground, but before I hit the hard floor, Theo was there.
“I’ve got you!”
“Jessabella, it’s going to be all right!” Alexei said urgently. “You’re going to get through this.”
“Do you want to bebred?” Theo asked as my ears rang. “You’re so wet and ready, so dripping with fertility.”
“I d-don’t know if it would work,” I said, one part of my brain screamingit’s too soonand the other part of my brain goingbut they smell so good.
Then Alexei bent to my ear and said the seven sexiest words I’d ever heard. “We could try, but no big deal.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes please.”
Edgar, Penn, and Brand had always made such a huge deal about it, announcing my temperature and ordering me to be in this or that position for maximum fertility, never letting me forget that the goal was procreation. But it had never beenjoyfullike this.
“The bed,” Theo said, and I felt his hands raising my hips and I felt weak, boneless, the heat soaking through my white pajamas all the way down to my feet.
“It’s not very big!”
“There’s no other place! I want to relieve her heat now.”
I barely felt it as they carried me over and lay me down gently on the bed.
“Can we–do we have your permission?” Alexei asked urgently. “That’s all we ask.”
His fingers were firm but gentle on my hand, as he traced circles on my overheated skin.
“Yes, please,” I said, my back arching in pain, blinking away the sweat that trickled down my forehead.
“This doesn’t have to mean anything beyondbiology,” I gasped, but Theo had already captured my mouth with his.
But we want it to,” he murmured against my lips, his so unexpectedly sweet and firm. “Wewantit to mean something.”
There were strong, gentle hands on me, peeling off my pajama top, the soaking fabric so sopping wet it made a dirty squishing sound.
“Open up, angel, so we can put a baby in you.”
I moaned, a low greedy sound as their mouths descended lower, tongues licking, sucking, eager to taste me.
Whose hands were on me? Which Alpha was touching me?
I didn’t know, but they both feltdivine.
I wriggled wantonly as more fingers descended to my pajama pants, loosening the tie, and as soon as those fingers brushed my clit, I felt myself come, so embarrassingly wet and needy, but I was too deep in my heat to be ashamed at all.
“Oh, God, that’s sohot,” Alexei said. “Keep going. You’ll need to be wet and open for us to plant seed in you. I want you so stuffed I have to plug up your pussy with my cock to keep all the cum in.”
There was a buzzing, delirious sound in my ear as my sopping wet panties landed with a splat on the floor of the carriage, and then they descended on me, the wooden slats of the bed straining as both tall men bent down to give me pleasure.
