Page 81 of Heat Clickbait
I still didn't feel full enough even as Crash pushed into my throat and began fucking my mouth in earnest. What I needed was their knots. All of them. Over and over again. I'd had Nova's once, though that wouldn't be enough, but I hadn't had anyone else's yet. I was close with Blitz and Milo though.
Ghost was the only one still holding back, his dark eyes tracking every movement, every gasp. I reached for him blindly.
His hand closed around mine, and the moment we touched, the dam broke. Ghost's usual silence shattered as he growled, the sound vibrating through my bones. He was on me before I could blink, his mouth crashing against mine as I released Crash's cock and Ghost let himself be part of this. When Ghost pulled back and presented me with his cock I sucked on it greedily, the world whiting out as my jaw and throat were stretched.
I wasn't sure who came first, but pleasure detonated through our bonds like a supernova, each Alpha's climax triggering my own in an endless loop. I couldn't tell where one began and another ended. Blitz's powerful thrusts, Milo's gentle dominance, Nova's precise control finally shattered, Crash's electric energy grounding me even as he came apart at the seams, and Ghost claiming my mouth like it would only ever belong to him.
They filled me and if they weren't inside me then they released onto me, the need to mark me with their cum and their scent a primal thing that I could feel through our bonds. I'd never craved anything before like the way I wanted them to coat me and fill me until I scented of nothing but them for the rest of my life.
Their scents mixed into something primal and perfect, a cocktail designed specifically to destroy me. I could feel them through our bonds, their pleasure and devotion andmine mine minechanting through my veins like a heartbeat.
When Milo bit down on my bonding mark, the orgasm that ripped through me should have been illegal. It wasn't just physical, it wascellular, like every part of me had been rewired to feel this, tobethis. The others followed, their teeth sinking into various parts of me from my shoulders to my thighs, anywhere they could reach, and each bite sent another wave crashing through our shared connections.
The knotted me so completely that I couldn't move. A knot is my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. I swallowed down everything Ghost had to give me as I felt Milo and Blitz releasing into me as well.
The nest's smart systems kicked into overdrive, cooling mist spraying over us as my temperature spiked dangerously high. Some distant part of me registered the medical alerts, the way Ghost's fingers flew over his tablet even as he never stopped fucking my throat as much as his knot would let him, but it all felt so far away compared to the storm of sensation consuming me.
I came again, my vision whiting out as the bonds between usglowed, visible even behind my closed eyelids like neon threads connecting us all. The Alphas followed, their releases triggering another round of climaxes that left me boneless and gasping.
When I finally resurfaced, I was sprawled across all five of them, our limbs tangled, our scents mixed into something new and perfect. The nest's systems hummed softly around us, the air thick with the scent of sex and something deeper, something that felt likehome.
Nova's fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. "Still with us, Callie?"
I managed a weak laugh, my voice raw. "Barely."
Blitz pressed a kiss to my temple. "Good. Because we're not done with you yet."
A fresh wave of heat rolled through me at his words, and I groaned as my body, my traitorous, wonderful body, began responding all over again.
The feedback loop Dr. Yates had warned about was real, more intense than any theoretical framework could capture. Each climax triggered another, rolling through our bonds like dominoes falling in slow motion. I came apart and reformed countless times, held together only by their presence, theirtouch, their voices murmuring praise and promises and occasionally concerned check-ins that I could barely process through the overwhelming sensation.
"Temperature's holding at 104.5," I heard Ghost report at some point, his voice hoarse but still precise. "Within safe parameters for pack heat, according to Dr. Yates' research."
Safe was relative. Nothing about this felt safe. It felt like transformation, like being unmade and rebuilt at a molecular level, every cell in my body rewired to accommodate these connections that seemed to bypass every natural law I'd ever understood.
Time became meaningless, a concept that existed somewhere outside our nest. The monitors showed that we went through waves lasting hours, brief respites where they forced water and easily digestible food into me. First, electrolyte drinks that tasted like ambrosia, then protein bars that dissolved on my tongue, then plunging back into the overwhelming need.
The nest's environmental controls worked overtime, adjusting temperature and humidity as our bodies pushed biological limits. The smart home system Nova had installed proving its worth as it compensated for the heat we were generating.
At one point — day two? Three? Time had lost all meaning — I became aware of Dr. Yates on speaker, her calm voice cutting through the haze like a lifeline to the outside world.
"Vitals look stable across all subjects. The synchronization is remarkable, I'm seeing brain wave patterns that shouldn't be possible. I'm documenting this for medical journals, with your permission of course. This could revolutionize our understanding of pack dynamics."
"Whatever," I managed, my voice completely wrecked, then promptly forgot she existed as another wave built, this one cresting slowly like a tsunami gathering strength.
The intensity should have been terrifying. Should have been exactly what my mother warned against. It was complete loss of control, biology overriding choice, the cautionary tale she'd become when her heat crashed on live television.
But even in the depths of it, I felt them holding me. Not just physically, though there was plenty of that, strong arms and gentle hands and the solid warmth of their bodies, but emotionally. Through our bonds, I felt their determination to keep me safe, their wonder at the connection we'd forged, their love that existed beyond the biological imperative driving us all.
"Still us," Nova murmured during one brief moment of clarity, pressing his forehead to mine, his dark eyes still lucid despite the rut burning through him. "Still choosing you, love."
"Choosing all of you," I corrected, my voice barely a whisper, then lost the ability to speak as the heat crested again, sweeping away conscious thought in its wake.
Later, much later, Ghost showed me the data, screens full of charts and graphs that mapped our biological odyssey. Three days, fourteen hours, and twenty-three minutes of active pack heat. The longest documented in Dr. Yates' research, surpassing previous records by nearly eighteen hours. Our brain waves had synchronized so completely that for periods we'd essentially functioned as one consciousness spread across six bodies, individual identity blurring into something collective and profound.
"That's terrifying," I said, wrapped in weighted blankets that felt like heaven against my oversensitive skin while post-heat muscle soreness made every movement an adventure.
"That's beautiful," Milo corrected, pressing a kiss to my temple that sent aftershocks through our still-sensitive bond.
