Page 80 of Heat Clickbait
Five heads snapped toward me in perfect synchronization. The biometric monitors Ghost had installed went haywire, alerts cascading across his tablet as my temperature spiked from normal to 103 in under thirty seconds. The sound was like a medical emergency, which, I supposed, this kind of was.
"Pack heat," Nova breathed, his phone already in his hand, fingers flying across the screen as he pulled up Dr. Yates' emergency protocols. "Dr. Yates warned this might happen once all bonds were established. It wasn't supposed to be so fast though."
Pack heat. I'd read about it in hushed forums, discussed in clinical terms that utterly failed to capture the reality. When an Omega bonded to multiple Alphas experienced heat with all connections active, it created a feedback loop, each bond amplifying the others until the biological response reached almost dangerous levels. The medical literature called it "sympathetic heat cascade"—such sterile words for something that felt like being struck by lightning while drowning in molten honey.
"Temperature's still climbing," Ghost reported, his usual whisper rough with his own response. Because that was the other thing about pack heat, it triggered synchronized ruts in all bonded Alphas.
I could see it happening in real time, their pupils dilating, their breathing changing, their scents shifting from comfortable background presence to something primal and urgent.
Their scents sharpened and deepened, mixing in the air until I couldn't separate one from another. Whiskey and leather, winter pine and coffee, ocean spray and energy drinks, honey and cinnamon, it all blended into something that made my vision blur at the edges and my mouth water with need.
"Nest," I managed, though standing seemed impossible. My legs had gone liquid, bones apparently optional. The silk pillowcases I'd been holding were somehow scattered around me, and I couldn't remember dropping them.
Milo scooped me up before I could even try, his usually gentle touch now possessive. His hands were fever-warm against my skin, and I could feel his pulse racing through our bond. The others moved with us like a single organism, their coordination eerily perfect as they secured the house. I heard locks engaging, Ghost's security system activating, phones being silenced or shut off entirely. Even through the haze, I registered Nova's voice giving sharp orders about deliveries, appointments, anything that might interrupt us.
"Michelle?" I gasped against Milo's neck, some part of my brain still trying to be responsible even as my body prepared to combust. Her perfume was still lingering from her visit earlier, sharp citrus and artificial beta scents that now made my nose wrinkle.
"Already handled," Nova said, showing me a text exchange where he'd apparently crafted some perfectly professional excuse. "Told her we're going dark for minimum seventy-two hours. She's running interference with the brand partnerships and sponsorship obligations."
Seventy-two hours. My last heat had lasted three days. This felt like it might last three weeks, or possibly the rest of my natural life.
The nest embraced us as Milo set me down, the new fabrics we'd chosen mixing with the original scents to create something uniquely ours. The silk was cool against my overheated skin, a relief that lasted exactly three seconds. But the moment my bare shoulders touched the fabric, another wave crashed through me, this one so intense I screamed.
Not in pain, though the line between pleasure and pain had become meaningless. This was pure sensation, every bond flaring to life simultaneously like fiber optic cables suddenly flooded with light.
I couldfeelthem through our connections. Nova's desperate control fracturing at the edges, Milo's nurturing need transmuted into something fierce and protective, Ghost's protective instincts ramped up to dangerous levels, Crash's electric energy crackling through our bond like live wire, Blitz's strength coiled and ready. All of it feeding back into me, amplifying, building into something that threatened to tear me apart from the inside.
"Jesus Christ," Blitz breathed, and when I looked at him, his pupils had blown completely black, green irises reduced to thin rings. "I can feel, we can all feel?—"
"Everything," the others said in unison, their voices creating an odd harmonic that resonated in my bones. The synchronized response should have been creepy but instead sent another pulse of heat through me, making me arch against the silk.
Dr. Yates had sent instructions, clinical preparations for pack heat that Nova had memorized and implemented with his usual thoroughness. Hydration stations positioned around the nest, protein supplies and easily digestible foods, monitoring equipment to track our vitals. But nothing had prepared us for the reality of five bonds creating a closed circuit of need, feedback loops that built on themselves until basic biology became something transcendent and terrifying.
My clothes disappeared. I didn't remember removing them or who helped, but suddenly I was bare, and the air against my overheated skin made me sob with relief and frustration simultaneously.
The cotton had felt like sandpaper, every fiber an irritant. Every Alpha scent spiked in response to my nudity, their rutsfully triggered now, and I could taste their arousal in the air like copper pennies and lightning strikes.
"One at a time or—" Nova started, his strategic mind still trying to organize even this, to apply logic to something fundamentally beyond rational thought.
"All," I demanded, the word coming from somewhere primal, some part of my brain that had never touched a suppressant or worried about control. "Need all of you. Now."
What followed defied description. It wasn't the sequential care of my first heat, each Alpha taking turns while the others provided support and comfort. This was something else entirely, something the medical literature had tried to capture but never could.
They moved as one unit, hands and mouths everywhere, the bonds between us singing with shared sensation that created impossible geometries of pleasure. When Crash touched me, I felt it through his perspective and mine, the softness of my skin under his calloused fingers, the way my breath hitched, the spike of his arousal in response. When Nova entered me, Crash and Milo and Blitz felt it too, their synchronized groans making the air itself vibrate with harmonics that seemed to resonate in my bones.
The first climax hit like a freight train, my back arching off the silk as every muscle locked. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could onlyfeel, as the pleasure detonated through our bonds, setting off chain reactions I wasn't prepared for.
Nova's hands gripped my hips, his control finally shattering as he growled something that I couldn't process but made my toes curl. The sound vibrated through our bond, his usual precision unraveling into something feral. I couldtastehis loss of control, sharp and intoxicating, and it sent me spiraling higher.
"Need to mark you," Crash ground out as his own orgasm ripped through him and he spilled himself on my stomach. Milo came in my ass, but didn't knot me, not yet.
Milo's mouth was on my neck, his tongue swirling patterns that matched the lazy circles his hips made as he thrust into me from behind, still hard even though he'd just come. The dual sensation, Nova in front and Milo behind, created a friction that had me seeing stars. Their scents wrapped around me, honey and whiskey, and I could feel their heartbeats through our bonds, pounding in sync with my own.
As soon as Nova's knot released me Blitz was there, his ocean-salt taste flooding my senses as he kissed me. His hands slid under my knees, lifting me effortlessly as he replaced Nova, his thicker girth stretching me in a way that had me whimpering. The shift in angle sent Milo deeper, and I cried out against Blitz's mouth as they found a rhythm that should have been impossible to coordinate.
Three, some distant part of my brain registered.Three at once.
Crash's laughter was a bright spark in the haze as he knelt beside us seeming to sense what my omega had just called out for, his fingers tracing patterns on my overheated skin. "Look at you, Callie," he murmured, his voice rough with awe. "Taking us so fucking perfect." His touch grounded me even as his words sent another wave of heat through our bonds. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him down.
