Theo chuckles. “Pretty sure she could take the whole goddamn city if they asked nicely.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I half-laugh. “This heat is abitch.”
Ash leans in, brushing a damp curl from my forehead. “You’re a menace, Rhea. Completely insatiable.”
“And?”
His eyes flash, dark and sharp. “And I hope you never change.”
Theo hums in agreement, sleepy and soft behind me. “Same. But maybe give me, like… ten minutes.”
Ash smirks. “You’ve got five. Then we’re flipping positions, and I’m wrecking her next.”
Theo’s head pops up, alarmed. “Wait - what happened to aftercare?”
I grin. “Thisisaftercare.”
“She’s not wrong,” Ash agrees.
And when we all burst out laughing - me naked and sore, Theo flushed and stunned, Ash smug and half-hard - it feels like something permanent has shifted. Not just my heat. Not just my body.
Us.
Whatever we are.
Whatever we’re becoming.
And honestly?
I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rhea
They leave me alone after.
Not before Theo kisses my cheek like he's the last soft-hearted alpha in existence, hands cupping my face like I’m some ancient artifact on loan from a museum. Then he presses something into my hands -food, because of course the man who just made me sob on his tongue is also bringing me a sandwich like a responsible post-orgasm butler.
“This was why I came in the first place - to give you this. But... Anyway. You okay?”
He hovers in the doorway like he’s afraid sudden movement might spook me.
“I’ve never been better,” I tell him.
And it’s true.
I’m sore, slick, a little bit spiritually unhinged, but better
Oh yeah.
He smiles - warm, golden,Theo- and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him like this is a hotel room and not a sex cave full of sweat, slick, and alpha scent.
And then?
Silence.
The room is very much still giving post-pack-heat-chamber-of-sin. There’s a pillow on the floor that I’m pretty sure someone kicked during a climax, a towel stained with evidence of two different alphas, and I’m... leaking. Still.