39. Aria

39

ARIA

I wake from my nap, my body thrumming with a wild, untamed energy that claws at my insides. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow, but my skin feels like it’s ablaze, prickling with an intense, pulsating heat. The orange creamsicle scent that usually wafts gently around me is thick and cloying, filling the air like a dense fog.

This is it. My heat has finally arrived.

Despite all our preparations and knowing it was coming, the reality of it hits me like a tidal wave. We made plans and set boundaries, but nothing could have fully prepared me for this overwhelming sensation. I feel the waves of heat-induced desire lapping at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to pull me under.

I push the blankets off, the sheets sticking to my slick, flushed skin. The cool air hits me, providing momentary relief, but it isn’t enough. I need my alphas. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

“You can handle this, Aria,” I whisper to myself, padding into the bathroom on unsteady legs.

The cool tiles are a shock to my bare feet, but I welcome the sensation. It’s a fleeting respite from the liquid fire burning through my veins. Splashing cold water on my face, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror—flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and the unmistakable look of an omega in heat.

The first cramp hits me, a low, throbbing ache that echoes the emptiness inside me. It’s started in earnest now. My body is ready, calling out for the pack. The biological imperative is strong, a force that demands to be acknowledged. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come. This might be new territory, uncharted and intense, but I trust my pack. Together, we’ll navigate this storm of hormones and desire.

I head back to my room, grateful for all the preparations we made—cooling packs, extra hydration, and a nest of blankets piled high, the softest ones within reach, ready to soothe my heating skin. It’s comforting to see everything in place.

My clothing begins to feel too tight and restrictive. I quickly strip, throwing on the silk robe from Willow. The fabric soothes my skin, but it isn’t enough. I need my alphas—their scents, their touch, their presence.

Taking a deep breath, I reach for my phone. It’s time to let them know. My fingers tremble slightly as I type out a message to our pack group chat.

Me: It’s time. I need you all.

I hit send, my heart pounding with anticipation and nervous energy. This is it. No more waiting, no more preparation. My heat is here, and I’m ready to face it with my pack by my side.

They guide me to the soft nest of blankets, the sweet, honeyed scent of my heat beginning to permeate the air. The coolness of the sheets against my overheated skin feels like heaven, and I sink into the safety of the space, my omega instincts taking over. Malachi sits behind me so I’m in his lap, his hand resting gently on my hip, and his touch sends waves of comfort and desire through me, while the others settle around us, their purrs growing louder.

“You’re safe with us,” Dash whispers, his voice unusually serious. “We’ve got you, sparkles.”

I close my eyes, feeling their love and support wrap around me like a cocoon, their scents merging and blending with mine. The room is filled with the warmth of their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their breathing, and the symphony of their purrs. My heart swells with the depth of the bond we share, my omega nature embracing this moment. For the first time, I realize that my heat isn’t something to fear—it’s something to embrace. It’s the final step in cementing our connection and becoming a true pack.

In the muted light of the room, I feel the first true wave of heat roll over me. My back arches, a low moan slipping from my lips. The sound seems to trigger something within the pack, their purrs growing louder and more insistent. Hands move to stroke my hair, arms, and legs, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Zane’s voice rumbles close to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “Tell us what you need, baby girl. Anything.”

I turn to look at him, his eyes filled with desire and love. I reach up and trace the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against my fingertips. “Kiss me,” I whisper.

His lips are on mine in an instant, fierce and demanding. It’s a claiming kiss, a promise of what’s to come. I melt into it, pressing my body against his as my omega instincts scream for more.

Quinn’s hands slip under my shirt, stroking the sensitive skin of my lower back, his touch featherlight and soothing, a counterpoint to Zane’s intense demand.

Dash’s citrus scent fills my nose as he leans over me to press soft kisses along my collarbone, his hands gently cupping my breasts. I gasp into Zane’s mouth, my body flooding with need.

Through it all, Malachi’s presence is steady and strong. His hand still rests on my hip, and his thumb traces slow, deliberate circles, each one sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I pull away from Zane’s kiss, turning to meet Malachi’s intense gaze. There’s a question in his eyes, a last moment of hesitation.

I reach up, mirroring the touch I shared with Zane, and trace Malachi’s jawline. “I’m sure,” I whisper, my voice filled with the whine of my omega need. “I want you, Malachi. I want you to claim me.”

His eyes flare with desire, and he leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, deep kiss. It’s different from Zane’s demanding claim, but no less intense. It’s a promise, a vow. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ve waited so long for you, Aria,” he murmurs. “I won’t rush this.”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as another wave of heat crashes over me. My body is on fire, my skin slick with sweat. “Please,” I whimper, clenching the sheets beneath me. “I need you. All of you.”

Their purrs grow louder, a chorus of alpha growls filling the air as they strip away their clothes, their scents growing stronger. I watch them through heavy-lidded eyes, my body trembling with desire and anticipation.

Zane grips my hips, drawing me away from Malachi and to the edge of the bed where he kneels between my legs. His eyes lock on mine, dark and filled with promise. “We’ve got you, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “We’re going to take care of you.”

With a low groan, he leans forward and presses his lips to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his stubble rasping against me. A shiver runs through me, my body arching reflexively toward him. His tongue flickers out, tracing the sensitive flesh and sending waves of pleasure washing over me. He tugs at the sides of my robe, parting it indecently before him, but I can’t find it in me to care.

Quinn’s hands slide up my spine, his fingers finding the vulnerable points between my shoulder blades, kneading gently as he growls softly in my ear. The sound sends shivers down my spine, mingling with the pleasure that Zane expertly draws out of me.

Malachi’s warm hands glide up and down my legs as he nuzzles his nose against the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent. It’s a possessive move, but it feels more like an offering, like he’s giving himself over to me just as much as I am to them.

As Zane’s lips and tongue draw closer to my throbbing core, I feel a thick, sweet liquid coat my lower stomach. I reach down and trace the sticky trail, wondering what it is. When I look up at Malachi, he smirks, nodding toward the bedside table where a small vibrator lies, its motor humming quietly.

“We’re here for you, Aria,” Zane murmurs, nudging the vibrator closer with his tongue. “Tell us what you want.”

I gasp as he flicks his tongue against the buzzing toy, causing it to vibrate faster. He looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine, as if asking permission. I nod, unable to form words as the heat continues to build within me. He lowers the toy and presses it inside me right at the bundle of nerves that allows my body to accept a knot.

Dash tugs at the robe, drawing it off me, and lets it pool around me.

Quinn’s growl becomes more insistent, his cock pressed tightly against my ass as he maneuvers to support me by sitting behind me. I whimper, the sound caught in my throat as another wave of heat washes over me.

Malachi groans, pulling me tighter against him, his cock straining against his sweats. “Let go,” he whispers, his voice ragged. “We’ve got you.”

As Zane’s lips finally close around my clitoris, the vibrator still humming between us, my body convulses with a powerful orgasm. The world narrows to the insistent tug of his mouth, the relentless buzzing, and the heat of their bodies surrounding me. I scream, my voice echoing through the room, as my entire being is consumed by pleasure.

Their purring grows louder, more urgent, as they feel my climax reverberate through our bond. Quinn’s hips thrust against me, his cock sliding over my slick skin, while Malachi’s hands dig into my hips, holding me against Zane’s talented mouth.

“Yes,” I gasp, my senses swimming in a sea of pleasure. “More… I need more.”

Zane doesn’t hesitate, his tongue flicking relentlessly against my pulsing clit, the vibrator still pressed firmly against my flesh. My body convulses again, another orgasm tearing through me even more powerful than the first. I feel slick pour out of me, soaking the sheets.

Zane growls and pulls away, sliding his hands down my arms and pinning my wrists at my sides. He rises to nip my lip before dragging biting kisses along my jaw, his breath hot against my neck as he speaks in a low, guttural voice. “Whom do you belong to?”

“You,” I whisper, my voice barely audible through the haze of pleasure. “All of you.”

“Good girl.” Zane pulls back, bringing me with him and turning me around. “Look what you did to Quinn. Look how red and swollen his knot is.”

I lick my lips as I stare at his knot, my body tightening as I begin to go to him, but Zane holds me still.

“Are you going to ride that knot, Aria?” he growls and nips his bond bite, sending another shockwave through me.

“I plan to.” I climb over Quinn.

Quinn’s cock presses against my entrance, the broad head coated in my slick arousal. With a slow, deliberate movement, I sink down on him. I cry out, my body stretched around his massive length.

Malachi’s hand moves down my body, his fingers tracing the line of my spine before dipping lower, spreading my cheeks apart. His breath hisses through his teeth as he sees Quinn’s cock disappearing inside me. “You’re mine,” he growls, his fingers gently probing at my entrance.

I nod, my body writhing under their touch as another wave of heat crashes over me. “Yes… all of you.”

Malachi’s fingers are quickly replaced by the broad head of his cock pressing inside me. I writhe under their combined assault, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree as my body, driven by the relentless heat, accepts them both wholeheartedly.

Quinn’s rhythm is steady, powerful, his cock carving a path deep inside me that echoes the strength of his spirit. Malachi, on the other hand, is methodical, measured, his actions a testament to his unyielding patience and understanding.

Their thrusts are perfectly synchronized, creating an exquisite friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mingled with panting breaths and low growls that escape their lips as they claim me, inch by delicious inch.

Zane, not to be outdone, climbs on the bed beside us, wrapping his lips around my nipple. The relentless stimulation pushes me closer to the precipice of another climax, my body tensing in anticipation of the explosion of pleasure that awaits just beyond my reach.

As the heat within me reaches its peak, I feel a sudden shift in the air around us, a connection deepening as our bonds fuse together in a way that transcends the physical realm. The realization sends a shockwave of emotion crashing over me, and with a scream of pure ecstasy, I plunge headlong into the abyss of orgasm.

My body convulses, spasming around their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me, threatening to tear me apart with its intensity. Quinn’s and Malachi’s growls grow more ferocious, their thrusts more urgent as they feel my orgasm flow through our bond, fueling their own desires.

Zane takes advantage of my hypersensitive state, his tongue darting out to flick my nipple with precise, rapid strokes. The additional stimulation proves to be too much, and with a final, shattering cry, I feel the first tendrils of another orgasm begin to bloom inside me once more.

Dash grips my jaw. I barely see him through the haze of lust, and as my tongue darts out, I taste the precum on the tip of his dick. His flavor explodes over my taste buds, and I’m suddenly craving even more.

Without hesitation, I lower my head, wrapping my lips around the swollen head of his cock. It fills my mouth, pushing my lips apart, and I moan around his thick shaft, eager to explore every inch of him. The salty, musky taste of his precum mixes with the sweet aroma filling the air, driving my hunger for him even higher.

Quinn’s grip tightens in my hair as he slams into me harder, drawing out a soft mewling sound from deep within my throat. Malachi matches him stroke for stroke, their heavy breathing fueling my anticipation. I work my lips up and down Dash’s length, adding another layer of sensation to this already intense experience.

Dash’s grip is the first to break, his entire body shaking as his thighs tremble. With one more thrust, he erupts inside my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. He collapses on the pillows as he pants heavily. Malachi isn’t far behind, pulling out of me and shooting his load on my back.

Quinn locks inside of me, and his knot swells rapidly, stretching me to my limits as it holds us together. The pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but the flood of endorphins coursing through my system transforms the sensation into exquisite pleasure. His hips jerk erratically as he empties himself inside me, his hot seed filling me completely.

Zane, driven by the intensity of the moment, moves closer, stroking his own cock rapidly. As Quinn’s knot locks us together, Zane’s climax is triggered, and he comes on Quinn, marking him with his release.

The feeling of being so utterly claimed, so thoroughly filled, pushes me over the edge once more. My body convulses around Quinn’s knot, milking him for every last drop as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I cry out, my voice hoarse and raw, as the most powerful orgasm yet rips through my body.

As the intensity of the moment begins to ebb, I collapse against Quinn’s chest, our bodies still intimately joined. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggle to catch our breath. The air is thick with the scents of sex and sweat, mingled with our unique pack fragrance.

Zane moves to lie beside us, his hand gently stroking my hair. Dash, having recovered somewhat, settles on the other side, while Malachi positions himself at the foot of the bed, his hand resting on my ankle in a gesture of comfort and possession.

For a long moment, we lie here in silence, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion. The bond between us pulses strongly, a tangible force that seems to fill the room. I can feel their love, their devotion as I fall asleep.