Page 226 of Knotting the Firefighters

The orgasm is a supernova. My cunt clamps down, milking Calder's thick cock, leaking all over both of us. I scream, voice shattering, and feel Calder go rigid behind me, cock swelling as he fucks me through the aftershocks.

But as his knot starts to form, Aidric pulls me forward, off Calder’s cock, and slams into me from the front, locking our mouths together so only he can be the one to claim me.

"Thought I'd let him have you first?" Aidric pants in my ear. "Sweetheart, this pussy is mine."

With one brutal thrust, his cock sheaths inside, the knot already swelling, locking us together. The feeling is obscene—filling, stretching, every nerve laced with pleasure.

Calder hisses, stroking himself, cum leaking over my back, groaning at the sight.

"By the end of your heat, I'd love to knot your ass," Calder grins, satisfaction and promise in his tone.

I can't process. Can't do anything but seize and shake. Aidric holds me there, shuddering, as the knot locks, as pleasure explodes and I black out for a heartbeat, nothing but the hiss of my own ragged howl echoing inside my own skull.

We collapse, bodies tangled, sweat and slick and cum painting my thighs, my belly, the sheets, everything.

Aidric's knot holds tight, locking me in limbo—too full, too much, perfect.

Calder settles beside me, arms anchoring me, hand gentle on my ass, even as he strokes the skin in slow, lazy circles.

I'm gone. Spent. Floating.

And already, under it all, the heat is winding back up.

A promise.

A threat.

A hunger that won't quit until every inch of me is claimed, again and again.

Heaven help the next Alpha who walks through that door.

***

Coming up from the depths is a slow melt, all sensation, no coherent thought—just the weight of bodies in the nest, the warm, worn-in ache between my legs, the cradle of comfort laced through every inch of me.

The world reduces to heat, to softness, to the low thrum of heartbeats close enough to touch. I'm heavy but light at the same time, like floating in honey, like drifting in a sunbeam with no reason to ever move again.

Bear is at my back, massive arms banded around my waist, his chest vibrating with every inhale. The weight of him is an anchor, solid and real, keeping me from slipping away entirely. His scent—sun and hay and the sweet, golden undercurrent that's just pure Bear—wraps around me like a safety net.

Silas is at my front, propped on an elbow, those blue eyes soft as dusk, watching me with a kind of patient worship that makes my heart fumble. He's the one who moves first—leans in to brush lips over my brow, then my cheek, each kiss feather-light. Reverent.

Aidric and Calder are tangled at my feet, legs draped over mine, the whole pack a fortress of calm in a storm that only hours ago threatened to ruin us all.

I sigh, stretching into the cradle of their arms, letting the nest swallow me whole. The fairy lights overhead blur, gold and warm, making the air feel sacred and secret, like we’re the only people in the world still breathing.

"How do you feel?" Silas asks, voice velvet-soft, fingers trailing over my jaw. "We were worried you’d burn yourself out."

I let the words swim around in my head, slow to surface. "Never better," I murmur, lips quirking up. "Could get used to being wrecked like this."

Bear laughs, breath hot on my shoulder. "Think we could get used to doing it, too."

Aidric lifts his head, eyes heavy, but the smile that tugs at his mouth is teasing and proud. "You almost took us out, Omega. Barely survived rutting you through the mattress."

Calder snorts, nipping my ankle as if to punctuate. "Man, I’ve never seen anything like it. Dreamt about it, yeah, but never thought I’d get to actually fuck you with another Alpha watching."

He’s not even pretending to be bashful. None of them are. There’s too much honesty here, too much history, too much I-love-you disguised as filthy humor and casual affection.

It hits me, all at once, the gravity of this moment. That I’m not alone. I’m not even close to alone. I have them. Every last impossible, maddening, loyal inch of them.