Her Alphas.
Her mates.
Herhome.
They stayed tangled together, still joined, their bodies and hearts connected.
Until Kaelen’s thumb ghosted over her bud and Alarik’s hips rocked forward in a slow, hungry grind.
And just like that, fire licked her insides.
Her Heat, it seemed, was far from over.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
REIYANA
It lingered for two more days.
By the third morning, the all-consuming blaze dulled to embers, leaving her cocooned in a haze of bone-deep contentment. As the first slant of sunlight crept into the cave, she stirred, nestled between her Alphas.
Her skin tingled, exceedingly sensitive even now. Every shift, every brush of their bare bodies against hers, sent a soft hum of pleasure through her—but it was no longer the feverish, unrelenting hunger that had engulfed her before.
This was warmer. Slower. A closeness that went beyond instinct and need.
Kaelen’s arm curled around her waist, possessive even in sleep, his breath steady against her shoulder. Alarik’s palm rested over her hip, rough fingertips tracing absent patterns against her skin.
Reiya sighed, letting herself melt between them, stretching lazily as the last remnants of sleep ebbed away. Her body was spent, aching in the sweetest way. Even now, satisfaction lingered in her muscles, a whisper of memory woven through every touch, every press of skin against skin.
She arched subtly, rubbing against them, not out of need, but for the comfort of feeling them there.Hers.
A kiss landed at the curve of her neck, slow and lingering.
“Do you need us again, Ketra?” Alarik’s voice was a gravelly murmur, thick with indulgence. His teeth grazed lightly over her pulse, teasing.
Kaelen stirred as well, dragging his mouth from her collarbone to the hollow between her breasts. His teeth caught gently on her nipple, followed by the warmth of his tongue.
“We’re ready if you do,” he growled softly, pressing his groin against her hip, as if to prove a point.
Heat curled low in her belly at the invitation, but this time, the fire didn’t consume her, though it warmed her still. She tangled her fingers in Kaelen’s hair, tugging just enough to pull his gaze to hers.
“As tempting as that is,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “I think . . . rest, for all of us, is the order of the day.”
She brushed her lips over Kaelen’s and turned to Alarik next, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, a silent promise of more to come, later.
“I just want to feel you both near me right now. No rushing.”
Kaelen grinned, shifting back against the furs.
“I suppose we can let you recover.” But his hand slid down, resting low over her stomach, circling just below her navel.
The touch sent a different kind of heat through her—not of desire, but of possibility.
A child—theirs.
Reiya swallowed, a soft, startled ache pressing against her ribs. The thought had been distant before, lost in the haze of need, but now . . . now, it could be real. If a life had taken root within her, it had been forged in instinct, in devotion, in the unshakable certainty of their bond.
Alarik’s arms tightened around her from behind, his hand sliding beneath Kaelen’s, fingers spreading lightly over her abdomen. He didn’t say a word, but the way he held her spoke louder than words ever could.
