We stay like that for a long moment, his weight comfortable above me, his scent now woven into mine so completely it feels like it's always been there. Then he shifts carefully, pulling out of me with a gentleness that makes my chest ache, and settles beside me in the nest.
My omega isn’t satisfied.
The heat is still burning, and one alpha isn’t enough. The bond with Elias has started to satisfy my instinct, but my body is already reaching for more. My head turns toward the foot of the bed where Adrian stands, and the look on his face when our eyes meet is enough to make my breath catch.
He wants me.
“Adrian,” I say as I open my arms to him.
He comes to me. He’s smiling. Even now, even with my scent filling the room and his own instincts clearly riding him hard, there’s a warmth in his expression that feels uniquely Adrian. He kneels beside the nest and brushes a strand of hair from my face, and his thumb lingers against my cheekbone.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
The question is so specifically him that I laugh. The sound comes out breathless, surprised, and his smile widens.
“I’m fantastic,” I tell him. “I also need you to get naked. Immediately.”
He laughs. Actually laughs, the sound rough and warm in the quiet room, and the normality of it—Adrian Wells making me laugh in the middle of my heat—breaks something open in my chest.
He undresses quickly. His shirt comes off first, then his pants, and then he’s kneeling beside the nest in nothing but boxers, and the sight of him—all warm skin and solid muscle makes my mouth go dry.
“Come here,” I say.
He climbs into the nest beside me. His body is warm against my side, and when his hand finds my hip his touch is careful, questioning. I answer by turning into him, pressing my mouth tohis, and his control slips for exactly one second before he catches it.
The kiss deepens. His hand slides up my side to my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple, and I arch into his touch. His other hand finds my thigh, guiding it over his hip, and then I feel him—hard and hot against me, his cock pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric of his boxers.
I reach between us. My hand finds the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down, and then he’s free, his cock thick and heavy in my hand. I stroke him once, and he groans against my mouth.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper. “Now.”
He positions himself above me. One hand guides himself to my entrance, and the first push of him inside draws a gasp from both of us. He feels different from Elias—wider, the stretch more intense, and the pleasure of it rolls through me in a wave that makes my toes curl.
“God,” Adrian breathes. “Maya—”
“I need you to move,” I say.
He moves. His hips rock into me in the perfect rhythm, each thrust teasing me as his knot brushes against me. His hand finds mine beside my head, fingers threading through mine, and the gesture is so specifically Adrian—holding my hand while he fucks me—that I laugh again, the sound breaking into a moan halfway through.
He grins down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sight of it—Adrian Wells grinning while buried inside me duringmy heat—is so absurd and so perfect that I laugh through the next thrust, and then he’s laughing too, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his hips never stopping.
The pleasure builds fast. Heat has already sensitized everything, and Adrian’s cock is hitting places inside me that make my vision blur. His hand squeezes mine, his rhythm steady and deep as he works his knot inside me, and when the orgasm hits it rolls through me from my core outward, warmth spreading through my limbs until I’m clutching at him, gasping his name against his shoulder.
He follows me over the edge. His hips stutter, his rhythm breaking, and then he’s coming inside me with a groan that rumbles through his chest into mine. His knot starts to deflate inside me. He holds himself above me, breathing hard, and when his eyes find mine the tenderness in them is unmistakable.
“Bond with me,” I say.
His teeth find the opposite side of my neck from Elias's mark. The bite is careful, but the sensation is no less intense—that same rush of warmth flooding through every cell, his scent blooming richer and deeper than ever before, weaving into the bond already formed with Elias until the two of them exist side by side in my senses, distinct but compatible.
When he releases my neck, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the mark before settling beside me in the nest. I tip my head toward his neck and return the bonding mark, smiling when our bond forms fully. He gently pulls out of me before settling beside me in the nest.
My omega still isn’t satisfied.
The heat is burning hotter now, fed by two bonds but not quenched by them, and my body turns toward the third alpha almost of its own accord. Bash stands near the foot of the bed, and the look on his face when our eyes meet is something I’ve never seen from him before.
Raw. Hungry. Controlled by the thinnest possible margin.
“Bash,” I say.
