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As I tucked her under the covers, my mind drifted to her previous heat, the one we'd helped her through before we fully understood what she was to us.

The memory was seared into my brain, vivid and arousing.

She had been insatiable, her body burning with fever, her eyes glazed with need.

For days, she had craved us with a desperation that bordered on madness, begging for our cocks, our cum, anything we could give her to satisfy the ravenous hunger of her heat.

And yet, that had merely been a precursor. A warm-up act for what was to come.

If her primal heat was going to be even more powerful, and every sign pointed to that being the case, how were we ever going to survive it?

The thought of Sierra even more desperate, even more needy, even more consumed by desire.

.. it was enough to make my cock throb painfully against the confines of my pants.

A chuckle escaped me as I settled onto the bed beside her, one arm draped protectively over her waist. If this was how we died, being fucked to death by our insatiable little mate during her heat... well, there were worse ways to go. Much worse.

Sierra shifted in her sleep, her body instinctively seeking mine. She pressed her back against my chest, her ass nestling perfectly against my groin. Even unconscious, she fit me like she was made for me—for us. The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through me, fierce and primal.

Mine. Ours.

A yawn took me by surprise. The weight of the morning's revelations, combined with the warm comfort of Sierra's body against mine, was making my eyelids heavy. Just a brief rest, I told myself. The others would join us soon enough.

I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her—honey and lightning, with an underlying note that was purely Sierra. My eyes drifted shut, and sleep claimed me with surprising swiftness.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when the first sensation penetrated my consciousness—heat.

Intense, pulsing heat radiating from the body pressed against mine.

My eyes snapped open to find Sierra squirming restlessly in my arms, her breathing quick and shallow, her skin flushed and burning to the touch.

"Sierra?" I murmured, my voice rough with sleep.

She didn't respond with words, just a low, needy whimper as she pressed herself more firmly against me.

Her hips moved in small, circular motions, her ass grinding against my now very alert cock.

The scent coming off her was intoxicating—the honey-sweet fragrance intensified, layered with the unmistakable musk of arousal.

Fuck. It was starting.

Her hand found mine where it rested on her stomach, and she guided it lower, under the hem of my shirt that she wore, pressing my palm firmly against the heat between her thighs. Even through the thin fabric of her underwear, I could feel how wet she was, her arousal soaking through the lace.

"Callum," she breathed, her voice thick with need. "Please."

That single word, laden with desire, shot straight to my cock. I turned her in my arms, needing to see her face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils dilated until only a thin ring of color remained. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted and swollen as if she'd been thoroughly kissed.

"I've got you," I promised, capturing her mouth with mine.

The kiss was hot and desperate, her tongue seeking mine with an urgency that spoke of the fire building within her.

I tasted her moan as my hand slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, finding her slick and ready.

My fingers glided easily through her folds, circling her clit with light, teasing touches that made her hips buck against my hand.

"More," she gasped against my lips. "Need more."

I complied, slipping two fingers into her tight heat while my thumb continued to work her clit.

She cried out, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as if desperate to keep them inside her.

My cock throbbed painfully, straining against my pants.

This was why I didn't take them off. My boxer briefs were too thin.

The temptation to fuck her into oblivion would be too strong.

This was about easing her discomfort, taking the edge off before the full force of her heat hit.

Breaking the kiss, I began to move down her body, pushing my shirt up to expose her stomach.

I trailed my lips over the soft skin of her belly, my fingers still working inside her as I moved lower.

Her thighs fell open in welcome as I settled between them, my breath hot against her core through the damp fabric of her underwear.

"Can I taste you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Yes," she hissed, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me closer. "Please, Callum, yes."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze. She was glistening with arousal, her folds swollen and pink, her entrance clenching on nothing as if seeking to be filled again.

The first swipe of my tongue drew a keening moan from her lips, her back arching off the bed as her fingers tightened in my hair.

I savored the taste of her, sweeter and more addictive than ever, while my fingers resumed their pace inside her.

Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, muscles tensing as I alternated between broad, flat strokes of my tongue and precise flicks against her clit.

"That's it," I encouraged between licks, curling my fingers to hit the spot inside her that I knew drove her wild. "Let go for me, little one."

Above me, Sierra's breathing had become ragged, punctuated by small cries and gasps that told me she was close.

Her body was wound tight, every muscle tensed as she chased her release.

And there was something else—something new.

A pulsing energy that seemed to emanate from her core, visible as a kaleidoscope of colors shifting and swirling around her.

Her aura. I'd never seen it manifest so vividly before, a visual representation of the power building within her.

"Callum!" she cried, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm crashed through her.

The colors around her flared brightly, pulsing in time with the contractions of her body.

I didn't let up, continuing to work her through the waves of pleasure, my tongue relentless against her sensitive flesh until she was shaking and pushing weakly at my head, overwhelmed by sensation.

I moved back up her body, gathering her trembling form against me as she came down from her high.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing still uneven, but there was a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

My hand stroked up and down her bare back, soothing her, while I pressed gentle kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

"Better?" I asked, though I knew this was merely a temporary respite.

Her response was a contented hum as she nuzzled into my neck, her lips brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "For now," she murmured, her voice dreamy and distant.

But the heat of her skin against mine was still concerning, and the colors of her aura continued to shift and pulse wildly, never settling into a stable pattern. This was more than a typical heat—this was power, raw and unstable, seeking release.

Closing my eyes, I reached out mentally, sending a call to Rowen and Archer through the bond we shared. The connection between us had strengthened since Sierra came into our lives, allowing for this kind of non-verbal communication when necessary.

It's starting. We need to prepare. Now.

I felt their immediate acknowledgment, a dual pulse of understanding and urgency flowing back through the bond.

They would gather what we needed—cool cloths, water, energy-rich foods, and other supplies to help Sierra through what was coming.

We had discussed this, planned for it, but the reality of her imminent heat brought a mix of anticipation and concern that tightened my chest.

Sierra stirred in my arms, her hand coming up to trace patterns on my chest, her touch leaving trails of fire on my skin.

Her eyes remained closed, but the smile on her lips told me she was conscious of her actions.

She shifted closer, pressing the length of her body against mine, seeking maximum contact.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice taking on that husky quality that never failed to stir my desire. "So cool against my skin."

My hand continued its soothing path up and down her back, feeling the fine tremors that ran through her body. "You're burning up, little one," I murmured into her hair. "Your heat is coming on strong."

She hummed in agreement, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on my chest, occasionally dipping lower to tease along the waistband of my pants. "I know," she said, her voice surprisingly lucid despite the fever clearly building in her system. "I can feel it. Like a storm gathering inside me."

Her description was apt. There was a charged quality to the air around us, like the electric anticipation before lightning strikes. Her aura continued its wild dance, colors bleeding into one another in a hypnotic display of power seeking expression.

The door to our chambers opened quietly, and I felt Sierra stir against me, though she didn't open her eyes or cease her explorations of my chest. Rowen entered first, his obsidian eyes immediately fixing on Sierra's form, followed closely by Archer, whose ice-blue gaze held equal parts concern and heat.

"It's hit her," I said unnecessarily, my hand still stroking Sierra's back. "Her temperature's rising, and her aura's going wild."

Rowen approached the bed, setting down a tray laden with supplies on the bedside table. "How long?" he asked, his deep voice controlled despite the tension evident in the set of his shoulders.

"Not long," I replied, watching as Sierra's fingers continued their idle exploration, now tracing the ridges of my abdominal muscles with clear appreciation. "I managed to take the edge off for now, but it's building fast. Faster than I expected."

We were going to be fucked for the next few days.

Quite literally fucked.