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She does, spectacularly—her entire body seizing as pleasure crashes through her. The scent of her release floods the room, triggering Josiah's climax. He throws his head back, a string of curses spilling from his lips as he finds his release within her.

Teagan follows immediately after, his powerful body arching up from the mattress as his knot locks fully in place. Watching them—three bodies intertwined in pure bliss, strikes me as something almost sacred in its magnificence.

I move forward without conscious thought, drawn by some magnetic pull to touch, to connect, to be part of this moment. My hand finds Charlotte's cheek, and her eyes flutter open to meet mine.

"Moses," she whispers, reaching for me even as aftershocks ripple through her. "My Deacon."

The name, my call sign, my identity separate from my life before the military, the life I fled, sounds likebenediction on her lips. I lean down to kiss her softly as Beaux strokes her hair, murmuring praise.

This moment crystallizes a truth I've been circling since she entered our lives: I never want to experience this with anyone but her and my brothers. The realization should terrify me, I've avoided commitment my entire adult life, watching what forced mating did to my sisters. But this feels nothing like the arrangements I witnessed growing up. This is choice, mutual desire, a coming together of equals despite our different designations.

"Rest now," I tell her, though I know the reprieve will be brief. Her heat, while diminishing, still has hours to run, possibly another day.

She smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded but still hungry. "Just a little," she agrees. "Then I need you next."

Her words send a fresh spike of arousal through my exhausted body. I glance at Beaux, who looks equally affected.

"Whatever you need, sweet one," I promise. "We're here for everything."

For three days we've been locked in this dance, feeding her, bathing her between rounds, hydrating ourselves and her to maintain stamina. The outside world doesn't exist. Work, responsibilities, obligations—all suspended in service to this primal need. Teaganmade the calls, Josiah secured the penthouse, Beaux and I managed provisions. Like a well-oiled military operation, but with stakes far more personal.

As Charlotte drifts into a light doze, still connected to Teagan while Josiah carefully disengages, I find myself whispering a thanks to fate, the cosmos, or whatever force of nature who brought this remarkable woman into our lives.

Beaux catches my eye across Charlotte's sleeping form, a rare moment of genuine emotion crossing his usually guarded features. "Never thought I'd say this," he whispers, "but I think we're fucked."

I laugh softly, understanding exactly what he means. We're changed, irrevocably, by this woman and what she's awakened in us.

"Completely fucked," I agree, no trace of regret in my voice.

We fall into companionable silence, our bodies forming a protective circle around Charlotte as she rests. Soon her heat will flare again, and we'll answer her call with renewed dedication. But for now, in this brief interlude, I allow myself to contemplate what comes after—when pheromones subside and rational thought returns.

Will she stay? Will she want this beyond the biological imperative of her heat?

As if sensing my thoughts, Charlotte stirs slightly, nestling closer to me even in sleep. The movement dislodges the sheets, revealing the map of our passion written across her skin—bite marks, fingertip bruises, the temporary brands of our possession.

She's like a goddess even in repose, powerful in her surrender, magnificent in her demand. I trace a gentle finger along her shoulder, marveling at how someone so much physically smaller than us could command such complete submission from four hardened soldiers.

The sweet one sleeps, but not for long. Soon she'll wake hungry again, and we'll worship at her altar once more.

CHAPTER 19

CHARLOTTE

Iwake with a jolt, my mind surprisingly clear. No more fog. No more feral desperation clawing at my insides. My heat has finally broken.

For a moment I lie perfectly still, cataloguing sensations. The weight of an arm across my waist. The steady rhythm of breathing, not just mine, but several others surrounding me. The sticky mess coating, well, everything.

Don't think about what your body is covered in, Charlotte.But of course, now it's all I can think about. I'm coated in sweat, slick, and cum, so much cum, dried in flaky patches across my skin. My thighs are practically glued together with it.

Carefully I extract myself from the nest of pillows, blankets, and tangled male limbs. My muscles protest with each movement, a deep, satisfying ache that reminds me exactly what I've been doing for the past, how many days? Three? Four? Time became meaningless when my heat hit.

Josiah shifts as I crawl over him, a small frown creasing his brow even in sleep. His hand reaches out blindly, seeking me, but I dodge it. If he wakes and pulls me back down, I might never leave this bed. And I desperately need a shower.

I pause at the edge of the massive bed, taking in the scene. Pack Hudson, in all their glory, sprawled across the king-sized mattress that somehow managed to hold all of us. Beaux's face is pressed against Josiah’s shoulder, his usual scowl softened in sleep. Moses is curled protectively in on himself, clutching a pillow to his chest like it's a teddy bear. Teagan lies on his back, one arm flung dramatically overhead, looking like the Yoruba God, Obàtálà, reborn, even with drool at the corner of his mouth.

My chest tightens. These men, these Alphas, put me first. Me. An Omega they barely knew, who came crashing into their lives with a target on her back and enough baggage to sink a cruise ship.

When my heat hit unexpectedly, they could have fought each other for dominance, for the right to claim me. That's what Alphas do, right? Instead, they worked together, coordinated, communicated. Made sure I was hydrated, fed, when possible, cleaned between waves of need. They didn't just fuck me through my heat; theycaredfor me through it.

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