Page 227 of Knotting the Firefighters

"Seriously," Bear says, rolling me into his chest, pinning me with affection, "what do you need from us? Anything. You just ask."

There’s hunger in their eyes, sure. But there’s care, too. Devotion. Like the next words out of my mouth will shape the rest of their lives.

What do I need?

I’m surprised at how easy the answer is.

"All of you," I say, no filter, no hesitation. "To appease my needs again and again until I can’t think straight."

Silas’s slow grin could topple mountains. "Consider it a team effort," he murmurs, easing a leg between mine, stroking the sweat-damp hair from my forehead.

Aidric groans, already hardening against my thigh. "Fuck, she’s serious."

Calder’s hand comes up, big and careful, smoothing along my hip. "Just say the word. I want to watch you come until your voice is shot."

I laugh, even as my body sparks awake, heat rising all over again. It’s not just the chemical quickening this time—it’s the knowledge of their hands, their patience, their refusal to let me go even for a minute.

And so they do. They take turns. Slow, thorough, relentless.

Silas is gentlest, lips tracing over every inch of my skin, hands mapping out nerves I didn’t know I had. He makes it sacred, soft, like worship. Every time I come for him, it’s with a sigh, a surrender, a sense of safety so deep the world might as well vanish.

Bear is the opposite—wicked smile, rough hands, dirty words that have me writhing in his grip. If I beg, he laughs, gives me exactly what I want, and then keeps going until I’m biting his shoulder to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the county.

Aidric and Calder, sometimes both at once, sometimes one after the other, sometimes just watching—feeding off my reactions, bruised and proud and feral. Aidric fucks me with authority, knots me so hard I feel high for hours. Calder is slower, letting the tension build until I’m sobbing with the need to be filled.

All night, and into the gray hush of morning. Every time I think I can’t possibly want more, the heat blooms again,desperate and clutching, and they answer with hands and mouths and everything I’ve ever craved.

At one point, all four of them are on me—Bear at my back, Aidric kissing my neck, Calder between my legs, Silas soothing the aftermath. Nest is soaked, every pillow marked, every inch of me branded with their scents.

This isn’t a fantasy. It’s not a dream. It’s better. It’s real.

They don’t leave, don’t hesitate, don’t even slow down unless I ask them to.

And I never do.

I lose track of how many times I come. Lose track of hours, days, of where I end and they begin. I only know that I’ve never been so wanted, so safe, so cared for in my entire life.

When exhaustion finally claims me, voice gone, body trembling with contentment, I curl up right where I am, tangled in limbs and blankets and the glow of four unbreakable bonds.

I don’t run. I don’t hide. I don’t check the windows, don’t listen for matches or old threats.

I just breathe.

I just am.

Home.

It’s not temporary. It’s not borrowed. It’s not a lie or a survival tactic.

It’s mine.

They’re mine.

And as I drift toward sleep, wrapped in the combined warmth of every last Alpha who ever threatened to claim my heart, I know with full, primal certainty?—

This is my forever now…a flame that will always keep burning.

F.I.N

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