Chapter 77
Asher
Fuck.
The honey-sweet spike in Kara's scent isn't just arousal.
It's Pre-Heat. The biological warning system that tells an Alpha his mate's body is preparing for her first full Heat cycle.
Which means we have maybe six hours before her Heat hits full force—and when it does, there will be no stopping us from claiming her completely.
Penetration. Knotting. Biting.
Exactly what we swore we wouldn't do until she was ready.
Think, Asher. Think.
Through the mindlink, Blake's voice is frantic: "We have to stop. Right now. Before we lose control."
"If we stop," Cole argues, "she'll suffer. Pre-Heat pain is excruciating without relief. You know that."
"So what do we do?" Blake's anguish bleeds through. "I can't— I won't hurt her. Not again."
An idea crystallizes.
"We give her release," I say through the link. "But not penetration. Oral only. We make her come with our mouths until the Pre-Heat symptoms subside. It'll buy us time to get her on suppressants tomorrow."
Blake's relief is palpable. "I can do that. God, I want to do that."
"Agreed," Cole says immediately. "I'll go first. My scent is calmest—mint instead of gunpowder. Less likely to trigger full Heat."
"No," Blake growls. "I want her first."
"It's not about what we want," I snap. "It's about what's safest for her."
Silence.
Then Blake: "Fine. But I'm next."
I turn to Kara, who's watching us with wide, confused eyes—clearly sensing something is wrong through the mating bond.
"Kara," I say gently, cupping her face. "Your body is starting Pre-Heat. Do you know what that means?"
She shakes her head.
"It means your first full Heat is coming. Soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a few days. But your body is preparing."
Her breath hitches. "What... what happens if—"
"If we have sex during your Heat?" My thumb strokes her cheekbone. "We'll knot you. Bite you. Complete the mating bond. And you've told us you're not ready for that."
Tears well in her eyes. "I'm not. I'm not. But it hurts—"
"I know, Baby. I know." Blake's voice is soft now, all his earlier aggression gone. "Which is why we're going to take care of you. We're going to make you come as many times as you need. But we're not going to fuck you. Not yet. Not until you choose it."
"How?" she whispers.
"With our mouths," Cole says, kneeling in the water in front of her. "We're going to taste you, Luna. Lick you. Make you come on our tongues until you can't remember your own name."
Her pupils dilate. "You... you'd do that? Just for me?"
"Especially for you," I correct. "But only if you want it. If you say our safeword—"
"Mistletoe," she breathes. "I remember."
"Then say yes or no," Blake demands. "Because if you say yes, we're not stopping until you've come at least three times. Once for each of us."
She looks at each of us in turn. Then: "Yes. Please."
---
Kara
Blake moves fast.
One second I'm sitting on the bench, the next I'm being lifted out of the water and laid down on the smooth tile at the pool's edge.
The night air is warm, but I'm trembling anyway.
"Spread your legs," Blake orders, settling between my thighs. "Let me see what's mine."
I obey, my face burning.
Blake groans. "Look at this pretty pink pussy. So wet for us. So perfect."
Then his mouth is on me.
The first swipe of his tongue tears a scream from my throat.
"Blake!"
"That's it, Princess. Say my name. Let the whole island hear who's making you feel good."
He's not gentle. His tongue is everywhere—licking long stripes from my entrance to my clit, sucking hard on the swollen bud, dipping inside me to taste.
"You taste like heaven," he groans against my flesh. "Like honey and cream and mine."
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, and then he's devouring me—his tongue fucking into me in hard, fast thrusts that make my back arch off the tile.
"She's close," Cole observes from somewhere above me. Then his hands are on my breasts, pinching my nipples. "Come for him, little Luna. Come on Blake's tongue."
Asher's voice in my ear, dark and commanding: "Let go, Kara. Now."
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like lightning—sharp and devastating and endless. My body convulses, hips bucking against Blake's face as he works me through it, his tongue never stopping, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.
When it finally subsides, I'm gasping, boneless.
Blake pulls back, his chin glistening. "One."
---
"My turn," Cole says softly.
He takes Blake's place between my thighs, but his approach is completely different.
Where Blake was rough and demanding, Cole is gentle. Reverent.
His tongue traces slow circles around my clit, never quite touching it. Teasing. Building.
"Cole," I whimper. "Please—"
"Patience, Luna." He blows cool air across my overheated flesh, making me jolt. "I'm savoring you."
Then he latches onto my clit and sucks, his tongue flicking rapidly.
I'm already climbing again, the sensation almost too much after the first orgasm.
"She can't take more," I hear myself sob. "It's too—"
"You can," Asher says firmly. "And you will. We won't let you fall apart, Kara. We've got you."
Cole slips one finger inside me—just one, stretching me gently—and crooks it upward.
I detonate.
This orgasm is deeper, longer. I'm sobbing his name, my hands fisted in his hair, my whole body shaking.
And then I feel it—a gush of liquid, warm and shocking.
Cole pulls back with a stunned expression. "She squirted."
"What?" I'm mortified, trying to close my legs.
But Blake catches them, holding them open. "Don't you dare hide from us, Princess. That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Asher kisses my temple. "You're perfect. So responsive. So ours."
"Two," Cole says with a satisfied smile.
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"My turn." Asher's voice is rough with barely leashed control.
He lifts my legs onto his shoulders, positioning me at an angle that makes me feel completely exposed.
"I'm going to devour you," he warns. "And you're going to come harder than you ever have before."
His first lick is long and slow, from my entrance all the way up to my clit. Then he does it again. And again.
Building. Tormenting.
"Asher," I plead.
"Look at me," he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze over the plane of my body.
His eyes are pure wolf—gold and feral and absolutely focused on me.
"Watch me eat your perfect pussy, Kara. Watch me make you come."
Then his tongue thrusts inside me, deep and hard, and I can't look away.
He's not just licking me—he's claiming me. Every stroke of his tongue is a brand, a declaration: Mine. Mine. Mine.
Blake's hand closes around my throat—not squeezing, just holding. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for us. Do you know that? Do you know how fucking perfect you are?"
Cole pinches my nipple hard, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Come for him, Luna. Give Asher your third orgasm. Show him you're ours."
Asher adds his thumb to my clit, pressing and circling while his tongue continues to thrust.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die from this much pleasure.
"Now," Asher growls against me, the vibration sending me over the edge.
I scream—actually scream—as the third orgasm crashes through me.
This one is different. It goes on and on, wave after wave, until I'm not sure where I end and the pleasure begins.
I squirt again, and Asher groans, drinking me down like I'm water and he's been dying of thirst.
When it finally ends, I'm shaking so hard my teeth chatter.
"Three," Asher says, pulling back with a satisfied expression.
Then he crawls up my body and kisses me—and I can taste myself on his lips, sweet and musky and forbidden.
"I love you," he whispers against my mouth. "We all love you."
And despite everything—despite the fear and the pain and the decade of hurt—I hear myself whisper back:
"I love you too."