Page 56 of Fire and Fate
Kaia
I'm sitting on Alessia's lap as we eat lunch in one of the smaller dining rooms, the four of us gathered around an intimate table. The food is some kind of rich pasta with cream sauce and herbs I don't recognize, but it's delicious. Alessia keeps feeding me bites between her own, her free hand resting possessively on my hip. I should feel ridiculous, being fed like this, but instead it feels perfect. Natural.
Except I can't stop shifting in her lap, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn't exist. My skin feels too tight, too hot, and there's an ache building low in my belly that's growing harder to ignore. I adjust again, pressing my thighs together, and Alessia's hand tightens on my hip.
"Sweetheart, you're burning up," she says, concern coloring her voice. Her palm presses against my forehead, and I can feel how cool her hand is compared to my overheated skin. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I feel like I'm on fire," I admit, my voice coming out breathless. "Everything is too hot, too much. I can't get comfortable."
Zara and Solace both look up from their plates, attention immediately focused on me. I can see understanding dawning in their expressions, recognition of what's happening even as I'm still trying to deny it.
Then embarrassment floods through me as I feel slick filling my panties. The sensation is overwhelming, my body responding to something beyond my control. A low whine rips from my throat before I can stop it, the sound echoing through the hall in a way that makes me want to die from mortification.
My eyes roll back in my head as another wave of heat crashes through me, stronger than anything I've felt before. "Oh god," I gasp, clutching at Alessia's arms. "It's starting. My heat, it's actually starting."
Alessia stands smoothly, gathering me up in her arms like I weigh nothing. "I've got you," she says calmly, already moving toward the door. "Zara, Solace, come on."
I'm vaguely aware of them following as Alessia carries me through the corridors. I'm a whining, writhing mess in her arms, unable to control the sounds spilling from my lips or the way my body keeps trying to press closer to her. Everything hurts in the most exquisite way, every nerve ending on fire with need.
We reach the bedroom and Alessia lays me gently on the bed. All three of them move to surround me, their hands working together to strip away my clothing. The dress comes off first, then my undergarments, until I'm completely bare before them.I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but instead I feel relief. The fabric was too much, too confining against my overheated skin.
Their magic washes over me then, warm and soothing but in a different way than the heat consuming me. It doesn't extinguish the fire, but it takes the edge off, makes it bearable. I can breathe again, can think slightly beyond the overwhelming need.
I reach for Solace instinctively, needing her familiar presence. She's there immediately, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. "I'm here, princess. We're all here. We're going to take care of you."
"Go to our Omega, little wolf," I hear Zara say, her voice carrying authority but also warmth. "Remember that she is the focus and nothing else matters right now. Her needs, her pleasure, her comfort. That's all that matters."
Solace moves closer, positioning herself beside me on the bed. Her hands are gentle as they stroke down my sides, mapping my overheated skin. "Tell me what you need," she murmurs. "I'll give you anything."
"Touch me," I gasp, arching into her hands. "Please, Sol, I need you to touch me."
She does, her fingers finding where I'm slick and ready. The sensation makes me cry out, pleasure sparking through every nerve. She knows my body so well, knows exactly how to touch me, where to apply pressure, how to build the pleasure until I'm trembling.
Zara leans up against my side on the bed, her presence grounding even as Solace works between my legs. "You're going to be the most beautiful Omega in the entire kingdom," Zara says, her voice low and intense. "And we are going to take very good care of you through every moment of this heat. You won't want for anything, won't need anything we can't provide."
Solace's fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out. I cry out, my back arching off the bedas pleasure crashes through me. The orgasm is intense but not enough, barely taking the edge off the need consuming me. I come down from it still aching, still wanting more.
"That's one," Alessia says with satisfaction from somewhere behind me. "We're going to make you come apart over and over until your body is satisfied."
I feel movement on the bed as Alessia repositions herself. Then I feel her breath against my inner thigh, warm and teasing. When her tongue finally makes contact, I nearly sob with relief. She tastes me slowly, thoroughly, her magic adding another layer of sensation that makes everything more intense.
Solace holds me steady as Alessia works, her hands stroking through my hair and down my sides. "You look so beautiful," Solace murmurs. "Splayed out in front of your queens and your Beta. So perfect and responsive."
Alessia's tongue works with skilled precision, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast. "Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for. "Please, I need—"
"We know what you need," Alessia says against my skin, and then her mouth is back on me with renewed intensity.
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, making me scream. My hands fist in the sheets, my whole body trembling as pleasure overwhelms every sense. Alessia works me through it, not stopping until I'm oversensitive and whimpering.
When I finally open my eyes again, I'm delirious with pleasure but somehow still needing more. I can feel the need building again already, demanding attention.
"You will be a queen too, Sol," I mumble, the words slurring slightly. My brain feels fuzzy, thoughts hard to hold onto. "We all will be. All four of us ruling together."
Solace's expression softens, something warm crossing her features. "Then let us take apart our perfect queen Omega," she says gently. "Let us worship you the way you deserve."
"Yes, please," I whisper, already arching into their touches again. "Yes, please, I need you. All of you."
They move together in perfect synchronization, Alessia's mouth returning while Solace's hands work my breasts and Zara's magic wraps around all of us. The pleasure builds again, slower this time but no less intense. They take their time, drawing it out, making every sensation count.
