Everything is finally perfect.
Skyla’s Heat
Tadeo
By the timeI make it home, my pulse is already in overdrive.
I barely remember shutting the front door behind me. Dakota’s voice had been panicked over the phone—short, clipped, begging me to get home as fast as possible.
But now, I’m on my knees at the edge of the nest, crawling into the warmth before I even think.
Skyla’s scent hits first—lucious peonies and heat, thick in the air—and it damn near knocks the air out of my lungs. She’s still trembling from her orgasm, her skin slick with sweat, her body half-curled in the blankets. Dakota’s murmuring something soft near her shoulder, while she gives Alex’s cock lazy little licks.
Guilt tears through me, sharp and bitter.
I missed the beginning.
I should’ve been here.
“Hey,” I whisper, keeping my voice low as I move closer. “I’m here, sweetheart.”
Sky finally lifts her head to look up at me. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, and her wild curls sticking out in all directions. She looks wrecked—beautiful and burning and completely out of control. My chest aches at the sight of her.
“She’s okay,” Alex whispers as he slips his fingertips down the side of her face. “You got here fast.” His voice lifts as if impressed.
“Yeah,” I say, though my voice comes out rougher than I mean it to. “I ran several red lights.”
Alex gives me a firm nod. There’s a spark of respect behind it, like he’s happy I’m taking this seriously.
Skyla’s shaking. Her skin glistens with sweat, her scent is thick and wild in the air. Every breath she takes sounds like it hurts.
“Are you ready?” Knox asks me, and I know he’s not talking about stamina or strength. He’s asking if I’m ready for what comes next.
Marking her.
After what happened when he marked Skyla, we promised we’d wait—let her body guide us. Alex and I would only bite when her heat reached its peak, when it was safe. I thought that meant we’d have time to prepare. Months. If not longer.
But nothing about claiming an omega has gone how I imagined.
“Tadeo?”
Knox’s voice pulls me back. He looks calm—steady—even with his knot still buried deep inside our heat-drunk omega. The control it takes for him to sound like that borders on unreal.
“Are you ready, alpha?” he asks again.
I draw in a slow breath, letting it settle the wild hum in my chest. Then I nod once, sure and quiet. Myhand finds Skyla’s hip, trembling a little as I lean closer, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Sky,” I murmur, trying like hell to sound calm and steady. “Do you need more, sweetheart?”
Her eyes flutter open, glassy with heat and confusion. For a second, I think she doesn’t recognize me—but then her fingers twitch, reaching weakly toward my face. “I need you.” Her slightly slurred words hit something deep inside me.
I can feel the pulse of my pack echo through the room—Knox steady, Alex strung tight, Dakota whispering soft reassurances beside her.
My heart hammers.
Yeah. I’m ready.
I’ve losttrack of time.
