The fever refused to break after the first violent wave.
It clung to me like smoke, sinking deeper into every muscle and nerve. Each breath felt scorched, heavy with the scent of my own slick and the alphas' lingering musk. The room spun faintly when I tried to move, the stone walls blurring at the edges.
I woke tangled in thick furs that stuck to my sweat-damp skin. My thighs were still slick, sticky with fresh release that had leaked out while I slept. My hole throbbed in steady pulses, clenching around nothing, desperate for pressure, for fullness.
The alphas' scents saturated everything. Thorne's sharp metallic edge. Aurelius's smoky cedar aggression. Cassian's quiet, dark spice.
Every inhale dragged the ache lower and made my cock twitch against my stomach.
Thorne sat on the low bench nearby, watching.
Shirtless. His broad chest rose slow and steady. His green eyes were dark and unreadable in the dim firelight.
"You are still burning," he said.
His voice stayed low, almost gentle, but the command beneath it was unmistakable.
I nodded. Words felt too heavy, too far away.
Aurelius stirred beside me. His golden hair fell mussed across his forehead. One lazy hand slid down my stomach, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above my cock.
It jumped at the contact, already hard again, leaking steadily onto the furs.
"Poor thing," he murmured, lips curving. "You need more already, don't you? Look at you. Leaking like you never came at all."
Cassian knelt at my feet without a sound.
His long black hair brushed my calves as he lifted one leg over his shoulder, opening me completely. His amber eyes locked on my hole, swollen, red, still glistening with the remnants of the previous night.
Slick continued to drip slowly.
He leaned in.
His tongue dragged a single, deliberate line across my rim.
I gasped. My hips jerked upward involuntarily. Pleasure lanced through me, sharp and overwhelming, making my toes curl.
Thorne moved behind me in one fluid motion. His chest pressed hot against my back, arms caging me in place. One large hand wrapped loosely around my throat. Not choking. Just holding. Just reminding me who controlled my air.
"Beg," he ordered.
The word vibrated against my ear.
I shook my head. My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.
I would not give them that. Not yet.
Aurelius laughed softly. His fingers circled my cock in a slow, teasing stroke. Barely enough pressure. Just enough to make me whine.
"You will," he promised. "Heat always wins."
Cassian's tongue pushed inside without warning. Deep. Curling. Lapping at the mess they had left behind.
The wet heat, the deliberate pressure against my walls, it was too much.
My back arched hard into Thorne's hold. A broken moan tore from my throat.
Thorne's free hand slid down my chest, over my stomach, then lower.
Two thick fingers joined Cassian's tongue. They stretched me wider, scissoring slowly, pressing relentlessly against that sensitive spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
The heat surged higher.
My vision blurred at the edges. Sweat rolled down my temples.
"Please," I gasped. My voice cracked, raw.
Thorne's grip on my throat tightened just enough for me to feel my pulse racing.
"Louder."
"Please… more…"
The words spilled out before I could stop them.
Aurelius's strokes sped up. His thumb circled the slick head of my cock in tight, perfect circles.
Cassian added a third finger. He thrust deep and steady. His tongue flicked rapidly against my rim, teasing the stretched skin.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me without mercy. Cum spilled hot over Aurelius's hand in weak spurts. My hole clenched hard around fingers and tongue, milking desperately. Slick gushed in a fresh rush, soaking the furs beneath me.
My body shook uncontrollably. My thighs trembled. My breath came in ragged sobs.
They did not stop.
Cassian withdrew slowly, his lips glistening. His cock stood hard and curved, flushed dark and ready.
Thorne lifted me with ease and repositioned me on all fours in the center of the furs. My arms shook, barely able to hold my weight.
Aurelius knelt in front of me.
His thick cock bobbed at my lips, already leaking.
"Open," he said simply.
I obeyed without thought.
My mouth fell open. He pushed inside, filling me until the head bumped the back of my throat.
Cassian knelt behind me.
One hand gripped my hip while the other guided his length to my entrance. He thrust in with one smooth, deep stroke.
The curve dragged perfectly along my front wall.
I cried out around Aurelius, the sound muffled and desperate.
Thorne stayed on his knees beside us. He stroked himself slowly. The piercings along his shaft caught the firelight, glinting with every movement.
"Soon all three again," he promised.
His voice was rough with restraint.
"Until the heat breaks. Or you do."
They moved together in a brutal, perfect rhythm.
Cassian filled my hole with long, deep thrusts. Aurelius fucked my mouth with controlled rolls of his hips. Thorne watched, his hand working his pierced length faster, waiting his turn.
The heat demanded more.
It screamed inside me.
And this time, I gave it everything.