LOGINThe heat broke on the third morning.I woke to pale sunlight filtering through the curtains and a body that finally felt like my own again—sore, exhausted, but no longer burning. The frantic need was gone. In its place was a deep, bone-heavy tiredness and the lingering scent of alpha and sex that clung to every inch of the sheets.Kai was already awake.He sat against the headboard, one arm still around me, watching the light move across the wall. When he felt me stir, his hand stroked once down my bare back.“It’s over,” he said quietly.I nodded against his chest. My voice came out rough. “Yeah.”Neither of us moved for a long time.Eventually Kai got up, pulled on his sweatpants, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running. When he came back he had a warm cloth and a glass of water. He cleaned me with the same careful focus he had shown between waves, then made me drink. Only after that did he sit on the edge of the bed and look at me properly.The black had faded from
The second wave hit harder than the first.I woke to the feeling of Kai’s mouth on my throat and his fingers already sliding between my legs. The room was dim, heavy curtains blocking most of the daylight. My body was on fire again—skin too tight, core aching and empty even though I could still feel the evidence of him from earlier leaking down my thighs.“Easy,” he murmured against my pulse. “I’ve got you.”He didn’t make me wait. He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. I was still slick and open from the last knotting; the stretch was easier this time but no less overwhelming. Kai set a deep, steady rhythm, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching under me to rub tight circles over my clit.“Still so fucking wet,” he growled. “Your body knows who it belongs to right now.”I came quickly, face pressed into the pillow, muffling the broken sounds he dragged out of me. Kai followed a few strokes later, knot swelling and locking
Kai kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and dropped me onto the mattress.I bounced once, the oversized T-shirt riding up around my waist. The second my back hit the sheets, another wave of heat crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. Slick soaked the insides of my thighs. A broken, needy sound tore out of my throat before I could stop it.Kai stood at the foot of the bed, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes almost completely black. The careful distance he had kept since the wedding was gone. In its place was something raw and barely leashed.“Last chance,” he said, voice rough. “Tell me to leave and I will. I’ll lock you in here with water and food and wait it out in the guest house. But if I stay…” His gaze dropped between my legs, where I was shamelessly wet. “If I stay, I’m going to knot you. Repeatedly. Until this heat breaks.”I should have said leave.Instead I reached for him.Kai moved like he had been waiting for exactly that. He shoved his sweatpants down, kick
The heat hit me three days after my mother married his father.I should have known it was coming. The low-grade fever that wouldn’t break. The way every scent in the house suddenly felt too sharp. The restless ache under my skin that no amount of cold showers could touch. I had been on suppressants for years, ever since I presented as an omega at sixteen. But the prescription had run out the week of the wedding, and between the packing and the moving and the forced smiles, I had forgotten to refill it.By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late.I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around my legs, a low, needy sound caught in my throat. My skin felt too tight. My core throbbed with an emptiness that made me press my thighs together hard enough to bruise. The air in my new bedroom—still half-unpacked boxes, still smelling like fresh paint—was thick with my own scent.Sweet. Heavy. Unmistakable.Omega in heat.I stumbled out of bed and l
They didn’t let me leave the bed for most of the next day.Morning light had barely touched the windows when Kieran woke me with his mouth between my thighs. Rian and Cassian were already there—one kissing me slow and deep, the other marking the soft skin of my breasts with teeth and tongue. By the time the three of them had taken me again, the sheets were ruined and my voice was hoarse from crying out.They fed me. They made me drink water. Then they started over.It wasn’t until late afternoon that Kieran finally spoke the words I had been waiting for without knowing it.We were tangled together in the center of the bed. My head rested on Cassian’s chest. Rian’s fingers traced idle patterns along my spine. Kieran lay on his side facing me, silver eyes steady.“The bond is already half-formed,” he said quietly. “It’s why you dream of us. Why your body answers before your mind does. Why every time one of us is inside you, it feels like coming home.”I swallowed. “And if I say I don’t
I woke to the sound of rain against the windows and the low, unmistakable feeling that I wasn’t alone.The room was dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the clouds. My door was still locked. The bathroom door was still locked. None of that mattered.Kieran sat in the armchair near the window, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, watching me like he had been there for hours.I sat up slowly, the sheet clutched to my chest. “How did you get in?”“Does it matter?” His voice was quiet, almost gentle. The silver in his eyes caught what little light there was. “You left the window cracked.”I hadn’t.He stood and crossed the room without hurry. Every step made the air feel heavier. When he reached the side of the bed, he didn’t sit. He simply looked down at me until my pulse was loud in my ears.“You dreamed about us,” he said. Not a question. “I felt it. We all did.”Heat flooded my face. The dreams had been vivid—hands, mouths, the press of bodies that b
Lila woke up with a gasp, her body still humming from the shameful secret she had committed in the kitchen the night before. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but the pink vibrator hidden under her pillow felt like it was burning a hole through her thoughts.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve
He kissed her neck, open-mouthed and hot, sucking lightly on her pulse point. Lila’s knees weakened. She clutched his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers."Tell me to stop," he challenged, even as his hand slid down her waist to grip her full hip. "Tell me you don’t w







