Page 13 of Heat Clickbait
Milo's hand slid down from my hair to my neck, fingertips barely grazing the sensitive skin over my scent gland. That simple touch sent shockwaves through my system, and I purred, pressing into his hand seeking more.
"More?" he asked, and I nodded frantically.
Ghost moved behind me, hands working at the tension in my shoulders while Milo continued his gentle exploration of my neck. Blitz took one of my hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip with a reverence that made my chest tight. Crash surprised me by stretching out beside me, not touching except where our arms pressed together, but his presence was grounding, his electric scent making my skin prickle pleasantly.
And Nova, Nova watched it all with those dark eyes, coordinating without words, until he finally moved between my legs.
"May I?" His hands hovered over my thighs, waiting for permission even as his own need was evident in every tense line of his body.
"Please." The word came out as a sob. "Nova, please, I need?—"
His hands on my thighs felt like salvation and damnation combined. Firm, steady, but gentle as he eased them apart, making space for himself between them. The jeans I'd been wearing were soaked through, the denim literally looked wet, and the scent of my arousal flooded the space, making all five Alphas groan in harmony.
"You're perfect," Blitz breathed against my fingers. "Absolutely perfect."
Nova's fingers hooked into my waistband deftly unbuttoning and unzipping the stiff material, and I lifted my hips without thinking, helping him remove, not just the jeans but my underwear as well, the last barrier between my overheated skin and their touch. The cool air against my wetness made me gasp, then moan as Nova's breath ghosted over sensitive flesh.
"She's dripping," he reported to the others, his clinical tone at odds with the hunger in his eyes. "Her body's preparing for?—"
"For your knots," I finished, the words tumbling out without filter. "That's what it wants. What I want. All of you."
The synchronized growl that earned should have scared me. Instead, it made me clench around nothing, empty and aching and desperate to be filled.
"One at a time," Nova said, though his control was visibly fraying. "We do this right. Who do you want first, love?"
Something about Milo's gentle care, his instinct to feed and nurture, called to this first wave. I reached for him, and he came willingly, settling between my thighs as soon as Nova moved aside.
Milo's hands, warm and sure, slid up my thighs, thumbs tracing circles on sensitive skin. His scent, that warm honey and cinnamon, enveloped me, making my mouth water and my hips lift towards him. Above me, the others watched, their eyes hungry but patient, waiting their turn.
"You're so wet, sweetness," Milo murmured, voice thick with need. His fingers dipped into the slick pooled between my legs, a gentle, testing touch that made me gasp. "So ready."
"Milo," I begged, hands fisting in the nest blankets. "More."
He gave me more, one finger sliding inside me with ease. My body clenched around him, the intrusion both relief and torment. Not enough, not nearly enough. His thumb found my clit, circling with the same rhythm he'd used on my thighs, and my breath hitched.
"That's it," he coaxed, adding a second finger, stretching me gently. "Let us hear you, Callie."
And I did, moans spilling from my lips as he worked me open, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside that made my toes curl. Ghost's hands were on my shoulders, thumbs digging into tense muscles, grounding me even as Milo sent me soaring.
Crash, surprisingly gentle, held one of my hands, his other stroking my arm, his touch electric and soothing all at once, while Blitz teased one of my nipples. And Nova, Nova watched it all, his eyes never leaving mine, his control a tangible thing holding us all together.
Milo's mouth joined his hands, tongue lapping at my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation was too much, not enough, everything and nothing all at once. My hips bucked against his face, seeking more, harder, faster.
"Greedy," Nova murmured, but there was approval in his voice. "Look at her, taking what she needs."
"Beautiful," Blitz agreed, his voice hoarse. "Fucking beautiful."
Milo growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. His fingers sped up, his mouth worked me harder, and I could feel it building, that cresting wave of pleasure.
"Close," I gasped out. "So close, Milo, please?—"
He doubled down, his fingers hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, his mouth relentless on my clit. And then it hit, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under, drowning me in sensation.
Milo rode it out with me, his fingers drawing out every last shiver and shake before gently withdrawing. I reached for him blindly, pulling him up my body, needing more. Needing him.
"You sure, love?" Nova asked, his voice steady but his eyes wild. "You want Milo's knot?"
"Yes," I panted, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Need it. Need him."
