The next orgasm is a blur—just sensation and the echo of my name in three different voices. I cum again. Zev doesn’t let up until I beg, until I physically pull his head away because I’m nowthatsensitive. I’m shaking all over, limp, a puddle of omega on a table that’s not even mine.
“You are all…” I breathe in short gasps. “Amazing. Forgiven.”Mine.
They smile, relief clear in all their eyes.
“Grace,” Fowler says. “Can I?—?”
I nod. He doesn’t even need to finish the question. He takes Zev’s place and slides three fingers into me, slow and careful, pressing up into that spot that makes me see stars. He’s gentle and methodical where the other two weren’t. Then he just…holds me open, staring like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, “I could do this forever.”
Then Fowler works that place again and again. I’m so sensitive it doesn’t take long until my body quakes again and I’m wiping sweat from my brow.
But it doesn’t go farther. No one fucks me. I want them to, god, I want it so bad right now. But they don’t. They just touch and taste, worship me like I’m something worth making a sacrifice to. Every time I moan or whimper, the room gets hotter, the air more stifling, until it’s hard to know where I end and the alphas begin.
Eventually, when I’m completely spent, they start to pull back. Zev lifts me off the table and carries me to the bathroom in his arms like I weigh nothing at all. He sets me on the closed toilet and kneels in front of me, wiping sweat and tears of joy from my cheeks with a towel.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I laugh, hoarse. “I’ve never been better in my entire life.” I reach up to touch his face. It’s impossible to ignore the bulges in each of their jeans. “Are you sure you don’t want to? I mean…”
He just gives me a warm smile. “Absolutely sure. Tonight was about you, princess.”
Fowler leans into the doorway. Connor appears behind him.
I don’t know what to say, so I just smile and continue to let them clean me up. After, Zev wraps me in a hoodie that smells like him. The three of them guide me into Zev’s bedroom. There’s not enough space for four people to sleep comfortably in Zev’s queen bed, but we make it work—Connor on one side, Zev on the other, Fowler draped across my legs like a weighted blanket.
The adrenaline and sweat start to fade, and what’s left is warmth and safety. There is a version of me that thought this would never be possible.
I’m happy she was wrong.
I curl tighter between the three alphas, and the last thing I remember is Zev pressing a kiss to the top of my head, murmuring, “We’ve got you.”
CHAPTER 26
GRACE
The pain comes first. Or rather the bone-deep ache. It wrenches me awake from the most solid sleep of my life. Before I even open my eyes I can sense thewetnessof omega slick between my thighs. And the heat?—
I’m burning up. There’s no other way to put it. Sweat dampens my hair and need fuels my body. My core and breasts feel over-sensitive without even being touched. It’s only now I can fully confirm: my suppressants have beenuselessin the face of a true scent-match. Because overnight, my heat has been drawn out. My first proper heat since I presented.
A soft cry escapes my lips. I’m hyper aware of everywhere my skin touch’s my alphas’ bodies. My thighs clench together as I take stock of those connections.
“Please,” I whisper.
My heat. Out of nowhere. I’m not at home—I don’t even have a nest. Tears prick my eyes. I should feel far more worried, but I feel safe between these three alphas. It’s not the same as a nest, but being between them all will have to be good enough.
Zev stirs next to me. Then Fowler and Connor. Their eyes go wide the moment they’re open, their pupils fully dilating.
“Grace.” Fowler reaches for my heated face. “Are you okay?”
Zev’s nostrils flare. My scent must be even stronger now. “She’s in heat.”
“No shit.” Connor sits up. “I’ll grab water. What else can we get you?”
Zev’s gaze darts around his bedroom. “This is no place for an omega in heat. She needs a nest.”
I haven’t even built one at my cast apartment because it’s sotemporary. And I never once thought the four of us would be here like this together during Reverie’s three month run.
