LOGINAiden's POV It was finally over, I didn’t feel like I was burning from the inside out. I lay there in the tangled sheets of the beach house bed, staring at the ceiling, and just breathed. No desperate need clawing at my skin. No overwhelming wave of emotions threatening to pull me under. Just… me. Aiden. Exhausted, sore, and utterly drained, but myself again.A soft groan escaped me as I stretched. Every muscle protested. The heat season had taken everything, my energy, my sanity, and apparently, my ability to walk without wincing. The sex, the emotions, the constant cycle of need and release… it all crashed over me in retrospect like a tidal wave I had barely survived.I heard movement in the kitchen. Low voices. My three boyfriends.Jordan, Macmillan, and Orlando had been incredible through it all, but I knew they were as exhausted as I was. They’d finally be able to rest now. Until next month, anyway, I guess, since it's what the Glaciana said. The thought made me smile and w
Aiden's POV So far yesterday, the heat has been subtle, I wasn't feeling too hot neither was I needy.However, just as I was about to rejoice and pat myself on the back for how I was handling now, the heat crashed over me like a relentless wave, fiercer than the first two combined. Every inch of my skin burned, hypersensitive to the lightest brush of the sheets against my body. My cock throbbed painfully hard, leaking steadily onto my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the aching emptiness deep inside me. My tight asshole clenched around nothing, pulsing with desperate need. I wanted, no I needed to be filled, stretched, claimed. Not just fucked, but held. Cradled. Someone strong to wrap around me while they buried themselves so deep I could feel them for days.I was writhing on the bed, fingers slick with my own arousal as I tried to reach back and finger myself, when the door opened. Macmillan stepped in, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes darkening instantly as they
JordanI woke before anyone else.For a long moment, I stayed completely still, unwilling to disturb the peaceful scene around me. The first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Yesterday had been filled with tears, fear, sex and heartbreak, but this morning felt better, he looked at peace. Aiden was still asleep between us, exactly where he’d fallen asleep the night before. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that had haunted his face last night was finally gone. One of Macmillan’s arms rested loosely around his waist, while Orlando lay on his other side with a hand still protectively draped over him, as though he’d refused to let go even in his sleep. I was close enough that our shoulders touched, and every steady breath Aiden took eased something tight inside my chest.Yesterday had scared me more than I wanted to admit. Watching him break down, hearing him speak about himself with so little kindness, had been painful in a way
The day blurred into a haze of careful devotion. Jordan, Macmillan, and I moved around Aiden like a well-coordinated unit, making sure he never wanted for anything. We kept the room cool but comfortable, brought him water and light snacks when his heat allowed him to eat, wiped the sweat from his fevered skin, and took turns holding him through the waves that left him trembling and needy. Jordan was steady and gentle, murmuring reassuring words when he got emotional while he massaged Aiden’s aching muscles. Macmillan used his calm presence like a balm, reading softly to him during the quieter moments or simply letting Aiden curl into his lap. I stayed close, my hands always finding some way to touch him, stroking his hair, pressing kisses to his temple, reminding him with every breath that we had him.By nightfall, the heat had drained him emotionally as much as physically. We were all tangled together on the big bed when a new feeling hit him. Aiden’s breathing changed first, sh
I could barely carry Aiden to the bed when he slammed his lips on mine, his warm breath going down my throat as he sucked the life out of my lips.I gently dropped him on the bed and pulled my clothes off my body and joined him on the bed.I trailed wet kisses down from his mouth to his neck and further down to his nipples. Aiden arched beneath me with a desperate whine, his skin fever-hot from the heat rolling through him in waves. His nipples were already pebbled and sensitive, darkening under my tongue as I circled one with slow, deliberate laps before drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently. He gasped, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer as his hips bucked up instinctively, seeking friction. The scent of his heat, sweet, musky, and utterly intoxicating filled the room, making my cock throb painfully against his thigh."Orlando... please," he whimpered, his voice breaking with need. His body was slick with sweat, trembling as another wave of heat hit him.
**Orlando's POV**I could barely carry Aiden to the bed when he slammed his lips on mine, his warm breath going down my throat as he sucked the life out of my lips.I gently dropped him on the bed and pulled my clothes off my body and joined him on the bed.I trailed wet kisses down from his mouth to his neck and further down to his nipples. Aiden arched beneath me with a desperate whine, his skin fever-hot from the heat rolling through him in waves. His nipples were already pebbled and sensitive, darkening under my tongue as I circled one with slow, deliberate laps before drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently. He gasped, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer as his hips bucked up instinctively, seeking friction. The scent of his heat, sweet, musky, and utterly intoxicating filled the room, making my cock throb painfully against his thigh."Orlando... please," he whimpered, his voice breaking with need. His body was slick with sweat, trembling as another wave
Aiden’s POVEven after I told Macmillan and the others that I didn’t want to see the fortune teller, they refused to listen.Fear coiled tight in my chest. I was terrified of discovering who I really was, of learning what was truly happening to me. What if they started avoiding me? What if I uncon
Aiden's POVI stood in front of the teacher's office, my heart pounding in my chest not because I just ran all the way here but because I was scared.I can't lose my scholarship, I did everything I could to get it because I knew I wouldn't be able to sponsor myself to school and I can't depend on m
Aiden's POV The cold air hitting my face felt like nothing, it wasn't soothing at all, nothing could sooth me at this moment.I wanted to book a cap, and go back to campus not caring about the pricing but I couldn't because there's a boy waiting for me to tutor him.There was a store nearby, I wen
Aiden's POVI have always hated mirrors, they always told the same story, thin shoulders, a narrow chest and messy red hair that refuses to lie flat no matter how much water I use on it. At twenty one, in a school that I never really belong to, I still look like the type of guy teachers asked to c







