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Quentin frowns, continuing to feed her bites as he studies her face. “I was able to reach the bond sickness specialist to move up your appointment. Completing your connection to Caleb hasn’t helped as much as we hoped.”

Tears well in her eyes, so I wrap my arm around her waist and brush one hand up and down her sternum, soothing her as they fall.

“I just want to feel normal.”

Quentin cups her cheek, leaning in to scent mark her. “You will, darling. Let’s focus on getting you through this heat first.”

He meets my eyes as he gathers her empty plate, my worries reflected back at me. I nod, teeth digging into my cheek to stop my fears from spilling out. Skye is half asleep in my arms, I don’t want to wake her by losing control of my emotions.

“I’ve got her,” I grit out, draining the tub and running fresh water.

Whatever happens next, we’ll face it together.

Whimpering filters through my mind, stirring me from sleep.

Before I can process where it’s coming from, a pillow smacks me in the face. Lifting my head, I scowl at Bellamy, who grins from across the nest. “Wakey, wakey, Em. Our girl needs a Beta sandwich.”

Skye clambers into his lap, leaving a trail of slick across his stomach.

Crawling over to them, I quickly pull her hair into a messy bun and feel her head, biting back a curse when I find her burning hot with another heat spike. After we all fucked her, one after the other, she’s passed out hard. We thought that meant her heat was starting to subside, but apparently, we were wrong.

“You want her ass?” Bellamy asks, darting his tongue out to trace around her areola.

“I’ll take her ass, you take her cunt.”

Gripping her thighs, I lift her, letting him drop onto his back before I help her straddle his hips and sink down onto his cock. Skye moans, long and low, already moving, chasing her release.

Using my hand to catch the slick running down her thighs, I coat my fingers and circle her hole, getting her nice and wet. One finger pushes into her easily, so I add another. She’s been fucked every way imaginable over the past four days, leaving her nice and pliant.

Three fingers deep, I stretch her wide, using her slick as lube. I grip her hip hard, stilling her bouncing, and press my tip to her hole. She bears down, helping me slide in until my hips are flush with her ass.

“So fucking tight, sweetheart. You ready for your mates to take over? Fill your holes? Is that what our greedy girl needs?”

“Yes.” Her shout is scratchy and hoarse from days of screaming and crying. Not wanting to push her too far, I pull back, thrusting into her hard. We keep our pace frantic, pushing her from one orgasm to the next with Bellamy’s finger on her clit.

“Fuck, dandelion, you’re strangling my cock. I’m gonna come.”

Bellamy hisses, pounding up into her before he stills. I feel him pulse through the thin wall separating us, and when she locks down around us, I’m pushed over the edge.

I bellow, chest heaving for breath and my body trembling with exhaustion. Peppering kisses to Skye’s neck and back, I lift her off Bellamy’s length before slipping my spent cock free.

“I’ll grab a rag,” I tell him, settling her into his arms.

She’s already whimpering again when I return, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. She needs a knot.

“Give her to me.”

Caleb holds his arms out for her. He’s barely conscious, eyes repeatedly falling closed. We’re all exhausted, having barely slept for half an hour at a time since Skye’s heat started. I don’t know how much longer this will be sustainable.

Bellamy is out cold when I take Skye from his arms and deposit her onto her Alpha’s lap. My face hits the pillows beside them, my body succumbing to sleep. I’m aware long enough to watch as Caleb pushes her down onto his knot, not even taking the time to fuck her properly first.

When she snores, face buried in his armpit, I chuckle. Maybe he’s onto something and what our girl needs isn’t a bunch of drawn out, explosive orgasms, but to be knotted over and over until she’s swimming in Alpha cum.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Six days into Skye’s heat, I give in and call her doctor again. In all the years we’ve been together, she’s never had one drag on this long.

Poking my head into the nest, I find her sitting up and gazing around the room with bleary eyes. Crossing to her, I crouch down and place my palm against her forehead.