And the three of them are a machine, moving together, reading every noise I make.
Cole’s cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, but he soothes me. He slows down and lets me set the pace instead as two alpha knots are locked inside me. Zane and Lucas both press in deep one last time before cumming. Lucas digs his fingers into my hips to hold me in place while Zane cups my breasts. I cum with them—all of these sensations are far too much to hold. My body convulses as I climax.
Cole grunts and breathes deep. “Yes.” It’s clear he’s trying his hardest not to spill his release just yet.
The three of them stroke my skin and hold me during the aftershocks until the first knot deflates. Lucas pulls out. I mourn the emptiness, but Cole is already there, ready for his turn. He pulls on a condom and thrusts inside. He’s slightly bigger than Lucas, so there’s a more delightful stretch. But Cole’s knot inflates and locks inside quickly, and then he, too, is cumming.
“Oh, angel,” Zane murmurs into my hair.
I collapse onto him with a stupid, happy smile on my face.
When Cole’s knot deflates, both he and Zane pull out. The three of them work together to clean me up and settle me into my nest. My heat still burns, but the flare is satisfied.
It’s going to be a long few days.
But this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
CHAPTER 21
Zane
By the timethe second afternoon of Helena’s heat slides in, the air is viscous with pheromones—all of our scents pressed together into an invisible fog. Nothing in the textbooks or the Ravenwood Shield Security orientation prepared me for this. And yet we manage. Just barely.
The system is working. The three of us have hammered out a rotation: hydration, nutrition, rest, physical relief. We move through it with silent efficiency, each alpha falling into line without a single stumble. It’s the kind of teamwork I always wanted from my squads, but it only ever comes together when the stakes are this primal.
Helena’s nest—formerly the white duvets and gray throw blankets of the rental’s best double bed—has annexed most of the bedroom and half the hallway. She’s only lucid in flashes. Sometimes she even rolls onto the floor to drag one of us down with her. She’s greedier than any omega I’ve ever known. I mean that in the best way.
Lucas brings cold compresses and electrolyte drinks like a lifeguard ferrying treats to an injured seal pup. Cole, he tucks in the blankets just so, puts soothing music on low, and rubs circlesinto Helena’s lower back as she rides out a particularly savage wave of heat.
Right now, I’m the one on shift. Helena’s stretched across the bed on her back. The sweat on her skin makes her look golden.
“Zane, come here.”
I go, of course. It’s like a reflex now.
She grabs my wrist and hauls me down beside her. She climbs onto my lap, her hips finding mine with the unerring precision of an omega who knows exactly what she wants. She’s still slick, her scent sending up warning flares in every brain cell I possess.
“I need you,” she whispers.
“I’m here.” I kiss her hard and slide my hands up her ribs to cup her face.
The rest is a blur of sensation.
She’s never satisfied for long. The hunger of an omega in heat is bottomless. I move slow at first, but then she yanks my hair and bites my shoulder hard enough to make me see stars… I’m lost. There’s a condom and then a quick motion, and I’m sunk inside Helena’s warmth.
Cole’s standing in the doorway, his eyes gone gold and dark with need.
Helena spies him and hisses, “Get in here.”
Cole doesn’t bother with finesse. He strips off his shirt and slides in behind Helena. He leaves nips at her neck and kisses along her shoulder, while his hands settle low on her waist. Helena keens with pleasure. My cock throbs at the sound.
I’m still inside her, and Cole’s behind her, his chin digging into her shoulder as he grinds against her ass. We pause there, caught in some purgatory of anticipation. Then Helena makes a little, desperate noise, and Cole leans in to whisper in her ear.
“Want me to fill you up, princess?” he murmurs, low enough that I almost don’t catch it.
Helena nods frantically. Cole’s hand slides between her legs, finds the sweet spot just above where I’m knotted inside her, and rubs until she’s shaking.
When Cole pushes in from behind, it’s different than with Lucas or even me. He moves gentle but relentless, letting Helena dictate every inch and stuttered thrust. She wants both of us, clearly, and Cole’s more than happy to share.
