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“Will you—” Leah stumbled to a halt, heart pounding beneath layers of sweat-slick clothing. She dragged her wrist across her flushed cheek, as if that would clear the haze burning through her skull. “Will you please just admit we’re lost?”

Her thighs ached. Her boots squelched through damp loam, and the air itself clung to her like a second skin—sweet, swollen with bloom-rot and something headier, almost feral. Pollen kissed her lashes, and her skin crawled beneath the fine yellow dust coating every inch of exposed skin. And her shirt—God, her shirt was plastered to her body like a wet shroud. Every step was a crawl through breathless heat and Noah’s terrible idea of a shortcut.

Noah swatted at a glowing mote that wasn’t quite a firefly, muttering under his breath. His hat clung to his sweat-slick face, hair poking out from under the band in damp clumps. “We’re not lost,” he muttered, teeth gritted. “Just… takin’ the scenic route.”

Tobias, silent and steady until now, adjusted his pack with a sigh and glanced skyward, tracking the unnatural gold tinge haloing the trees. “That’s not scenic,” he remarked dryly, glancing over at Leah before rolling his eyes, “that’s wandering in circles. Which we’ve been doing. For over an hour.”

Leah groaned, dragging her palms down her face. “Fantastic.” She paused, sticky with sweat and frustration and the sudden urge to toss Noah into a bear trap. “We’re gonna die in the woods. I can already see the missing person’s poster. ‘Young woman and her two feral idiots disappear in pollen hell.'”

Noah managed a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “Dramatic,” he drawled—voice just a little too rough, like it scraped his throat on the way out. “You’ll live, pet. Promise.”

He didn’t sound quite so cocky anymore, though. Not with how uncomfortable he looked—shirt stuck to his spine, flush riding high on his cheeks that couldn’t completely be blamed on exertion. His pupils were already blown wide, rimmed in a subtle gold glow that overtook the deep brown of his irises. One of his hands flexed restlessly at his side, like he itched to grab something.

Or someone.

Leah turned towards Tobias then, half hoping for his usual quiet reassurance. Except now, his jaw locked tight, nostrils flaring like he’d just caught her scent before his gaze snagged and lingered on her neck, over the twin scars adorning her scent glands, marking her as theirs. Her core clenched as his eyes flashed bright blue, a pulse of raw alphan instinct. Distracted, she stumbled forward, grabbing at a tree for balance—

—and peered straight into an ethereal glade.

Beyond the trees laid a hollow pulsing with light and color, an overflowing garden that almost seemed to be waiting for them. Moonlight spilled across a carpet of moss and wildflowers, petals slick with dew and shivering with the breeze beneath the delicate silver rays. Golden motes drifted like lazy fireflies, shimmering past thick, riotous blooms.

Instinctively, Leah stepped forward. No longer unsteady as she ventured past the threshold, because the earth felt different beneath her feet. Soft, warm, pliant, as lush viridian glass bent beneath each step.

“Wait—” Tobias grabbed her elbow, voice sharp and firm as he shoved Leah behind himself. “We don’t know what’s in there.” She jumped, startled by the movement initially, and nearly toppled into him with a breathless gasp. Everywhere they touched, her skin prickled with goosebumps, body instinctively reacting to his grasp.

Beside them, Noah’s head tipped. His nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, eyes flashing as his hands curled into fists again. “Smells like—”

Before Noah could finish, Leah’s hand moved on instinct.

She reached out—fingers brushing a low-hanging frond shiny with dew. The plant shivered at the contact, curling inward like it felt her—

—and released a heady burst of scent.

The impact was immediate, as familiar as her own flesh and blood. Petrichor. Cinnamon and spice. Vanilla and honey. All laced with something deeper, richer—the animal tang of rut and heat, punching into her lungs like fire wrapped in velvet.

Leah gasped. Her knees buckled, her hand dropping to her side now smeared with nectar that glistened like oil and pulsed against her skin. Something inside her snapped.

Heat bloomed low in her belly. Wetness surged between her thighs, slick soaking her panties. Her core clenched, her skin buzzed, and with her alphas so close…

…every single cell in her body screamed: drop to all fours, present to them like a good omega, beg to be bred—

“Leah,” Tobias growled, hand sliding from her elbow to her waist. The touch grounded her—but it also made her body twitch. Fuck, she wanted those hands around her throat as he took her hard and rough and fast— “Talk bursa bayan eskort to me,” he ordered, voice gone low and tight.

“I’m fine,” she managed.

Noah stepped in front of her, towering over her with a gaze that scorched and his cocky smirk long gone. “You’re fuckin’ not. You’re perfuming like you’re gonna fuck the fuckin’ moss.”

“I know!” Leah blurted, voice cracking under the weight of it. She looked away, sucking in a shallow breath as she dragged her hands through her hair. Every inhale burned, pollen coiling tighter through her bloodstream like a drug, fraying her focus. “It’s… it’s the pollen. I can’t—fuck, I feel like I’m—”

Twin stares pinned her in place. Electric blue. Glowing amber. Both hungry. Dominant. Predatory.

“Shit,” Tobias rasped, but the sound came out almost wrong—low, guttural, alphan to the core. “She’s going into heat.”

And just like that, as if his acknowledgment triggered it, the dam broke. Pure need ignited her veins like wildfire as more sweat pearled across her skin. Her thighs clenched. Her breathing shifted, and so did her scent—sugary sweet and slick with vanilla heat and desperation pouring into the grotto.

She couldn’t even look at them. Their scents were enough. She could feel them, her alphas, and the urge to drop to all fours and present—her body knew what she needed. Every cell screamed for her to offer herself open, wet and willing. A trembling whimper cracked from her throat before she could stop it.

Tobias stepped in first.

His gaze sharpened—feral, but not lost. He moved with calculated intent, sending her heart fluttering at the raw power in each shift while his hand glided up her spine in a slow arc. He brushed the nape of her neck—not scruffing, not yet, but claiming the space, the heel of his palm resting against the scars from his claim over her. Leah shivered from scalp to toes, a tiny mewl escaping as she leaned into his without thought.

Right here, in his hands, under his control, she was safe. Owned. Kept. Her alphas were close. They’d fix this.

“Easy, pup,” he murmured, dipping his forehead to hers. His breath feathered over his lips, and the urge to lean in and claim his pulled another whiny huff from her. “It’s not just you. Something’s in the air.”

She wanted to sob. “I can’t—please, Alpha—”

Noah crashed against her from behind. Hot. Solid. Possessive as his hands clamped onto her hips, dragging her back against him like he’d die without the contact. Leah felt the subtle tremor in his grip, how his chest heaved against her spine like she was the only thing keeping him upright. Not gentle, but hers nonetheless.

“Fuck,” he breathed, nose dipping down to graze her throat. His lips brushed her scent gland, voice dropping to a hoarse shudder. “She’s fuckin’ dripping. Christ, lovebug, you feelin’ it already?”

Leah whimpered, nodding frantically. Noah dragged his tongue across her other bite, and her vision went white. “Alphas, please—please, I need—”

“Shh,” he growled, soothing and rough. Noah’s mouth sealed over the mark, laving at the skin like he wanted to reopen it and claim her all over again, beard scratching her skin just right. “We’ve got you. Gonna take good fuckin’ care of our ‘mega.”

Tobias growled—low, sharp, approving—and more slick pooled between her thighs. She ground back against Noah’s bulge with a broken gasp, seeking friction, relief—anything.

“We go slow,” Tobias finally managed, teeth clenched. “We’re still in control. She needs that.”

“I know,” Noah snapped.

She couldn’t tell if Tobias said it for himself, or Noah—or even for her? It didn’t matter. Not when all she could focus on was how badly she needed to be seated on someone’s knot. But no matter her desperation, they didn’t just take her, not like she wanted. Not yet. Even as her whimpers pitched higher, more frequent, Tobias reached with intent.

Two fingers pressed beneath her jaw, guiding her chin up, and her gaze locked on his, pinned in place by that neon blue glow. He hadn’t given in, not to the rut she could smell on his skin, not to the impulse she knew thrummed through his veins.

“Leah,” he said, voice threaded with alpha command. “Still with us?”

She nodded—too fast, too desperate. Her body moved before her brain caught up, hips twitching like she might mount his thigh now. Her lips trembled around a broken sob.

“Use your words. Tell us.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I want it. I want you—I need—need you. I’m okay, just—please don’t stop!”

A heartbeat passed.

Tobias kissed her.

Hard. Grounded. Deep.

His hand cradled her jaw is his mouth claimed hers—not hungry, but commanding. Not lost to the rut-haze; he set the rhythm instead. His tongue pressed between her lips with slow, possessive bursa escort bayan intent, giving her something to hold onto. Behind her, Noah moaned, rough and low as if Tobias was fucking him instead. He ground against her ass, cock thick and straining, arms banded around her to keep her close as he panted her name.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t—Tobias—”

“Hold her,” Tobias growled against her lips, teeth grazing the sensitive, kiss-bitten skin. “Get her clothes off. Slow.”

They moved together, operating as one. Tobias peeled her shirt up inch, eyes never leaving Leah’s flushed skin. Noah dropped to his knees, mouthing at her hipbone, tongue chasing salt and sweat like it was nectar. She wanted those lips between her legs, wanted that tongue flicking against her clit—Leah clawed at her pants, but Noah batted her hands away.

“Easy, pup,” Noah growled, nipping her hip before soothing it with a sinful lap of his tongue. “Let us fuckin’ worship you.”

This time, when her knees buckled, they helped her fall to the forest floor. Not into dirt, but into living moss. The air thickened, humming as more pollen swirled like golden fireflies above their heads. The plants caught her like a lover, dewy strands coiling gently around her limbs and kissing along her thighs, but she barely registered it in the wake of her need.

For a moment, she panicked—desperate to run, to flee this strange place and collapse into her own nest, but—

—heat blossomed through every cell in her body. Her legs spread of their own volition, exposing her slick folds to the air as she keened. The garden wanted this. She knew that as intimately as her own body. And with that, she knew that they weren’t going anywhere.

Tobias’s fingers—calloused, steady, near reverent—tangled in Leah’s hair, guiding her down. She barely heard his voice over her thundering pulse, lost in the consuming need blooming everywhere he and Noah touched. And beneath her—

The moss pulsed. Frantic as her own need, petals shivering as soft, velvet-slick fronds rose around her. The delicate greenery curled around her legs and arms, not restricting as much as cradling her form.

Above them, moonlight slanted through the canopy, setting her alphas aglow. She watched as they stripped in unison—Tobias’s lean, wiry form stark against Noah’s broader, hungrier silhouette. Shadows traced every inch of their newly bared skin while her mates revealed themselves to the night and to her.

And then—they moved.

Within a breath, Leah was fully on her back, legs spread wide by greedy hands as something hot and wet sealed over her cunt. Her back arched, a ragged moan tearing from her throat—

“Ah—fuck—!”

Her hands scrambled to latch onto Tobias’s shorn silver hair as he licked a thick stripe up her folds, tongue greedily spearing her as he growled into her heat. Above them, Noah fumbled with the last of his clothes, flushed cock springing free. The sight of his thick length made more slick spill from Leah’s cunt, her mouth watering at the thought of it sliding past her lips…

“Look at me, lovebug,” he rasped, kneeling beside her. Leah managed to open her eyes—lashes fluttering, gaze unfocused as Tobias slipped a finger inside her and curled—

“Oh, god, Alpha!” Leah keened, reaching for Noah as Tobias’s mouth sealed around her clit. She clung to him, nails digging into his wrist as Tobias’s stubble scraped her swollen flesh. “I—oh, oh please—”

She tried to squirm away. Noah ripped a hand from her desperate grasp, catching her by the throat.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he snapped.

He didn’t choke—just held. Grounded, as his thumb swept along the line of her jaw. His beard grazed her chin, their noses brushed, and Noah devoured her with a sinful kiss that left no room for air. Not a single thought left in Leah’s head—all she could do was whimper into his mouth, letting him lead their dance while Tobias added a second finger. Her brain went static at the twin sensations, stars bursting behind her eyelids.

“Easy,” Tobias murmured against her cunt, tongue still flicking her throbbing bud while Noah fucked his into her mouth. “Gotta stretch you first, sunshine. Make sure you’re ready for both your alphas’ cocks.”

Leah whimpered—not from pain, but from the insatiable need of being pinned between her lovers, desperate and aching as heat overwhelmed her. Her slick made everything an effortless glide—Tobias fucking into her cunt with slow pumps, her folds squelching obscenely. The moss and fronds continued caressing every inch of her bare skin, coaxing her higher and higher—

She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, everything in her world fading into stubble, tongue, fingers, pulse, need, heat—

Leah writhed—trapped between the cool kiss of the grotto and the searing heat of her alphas’ hands. Tobias speared her on three now, each thrust cruel and perfect as he murmured praise into her cunt like a prayer. She managed to break away from Noah’s mouth with a desperate whine, hips bucking wildly.

“Alpha, please!” She keened, back arched as her entire body tensed like a live wire. “Please—please, so close, Alpha, Alpha—gonna—!”

“Go on then,” Noah chuckled, dark and wrecked as he shifted his hand down to palm one of her breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure-pain throughout her entire chest. “Fuckin’ get it. Soak him.”

Leah shattered.

Her thighs jumped, body locking up as pleasure detonated deep within her core. Her scream ripped through the glade, echoing like thunder off the trees, and the blooms reacted in kind. Delicate sprays of golden pollen showered over their naked bodies, the vines along the branches twitching and curling tighter around the bark. Leah couldn’t stop shaking, the orgasm only heightening her need as her cunt fluttered and weeped around Tobias’s fingers.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she panted, thighs trembling as she reached for Noah once again, dragging him closer to mouth at any inch of his skin she could reach. “Please, please—oh god I need—”

The blunt head of Tobias’s cock brushed her slick entrance, teasing up and down her folds as he bared his teeth. “We know what you need, omega,” he growled, all dark velvet and and fire. His eyes gleamed neon blue, pupils blown wide as he leaned closer. “You need to be bred. Claimed. Owned. Isn’t that right?”

Before she could answer, before she could even gasp his name—

Tobias slammed into her.

Her folds parted with a sweet, savage burn that made her sob, cock driving deep and hard and fast and ruthless, knocking the breath from her lungs. She screamed as Tobias pistoned into her, hips snapping against hers. “So tight,” he growled, voice fraying along with his control. “Takin’ every inch like a good girl, made for this weren’t you?”

Every thrust kissed her womb with just enough pain to make it perfect—the kind that left her wrecked and needy, body begging for more. Noah snarled, hand tangling into her sweat-slick hair as he forced her to watch, mouth hovering just above the ivory column of her neck.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes locked on where Tobias’s cock disappeared into her sopping cunt. “So fuckin’ wet. Oozin’ slick like a slut—”

And God, she felt it, every slap of Tobias’s hips against her ass echoing through the mossy glade like a war drum. She stared at him, eyes wide and feral, and she screamed again, high and helpless—

“Breed me!”

“Oh, Leah,” Tobias chuckled, dark and wrecked as he pinned her flat to the moss. His hips snapped forward, cruel and precise, grinding deep as she writhed beneath him. “Fucking look at you. Made for us, weren’t you? Our good little omega—so sweet, so ready to be bred. You love being knotted, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she sobbed. She shook beneath him, flooded with sensation as Tobias’s hands flattened on her shoulders and held her still—claiming her, forcing her to feel every last inch of his cock. The pressure was unbearable, perfectly so, coiling so tight inside her she could barely breathe.

Noah shifted then, his hands pressing down over top Tobias’s, doubling the weight against her shoulders. He loomed over her, teeth bared in a downright feral grin before his touch slid down and palmed at her breasts.

“Fuckin’ look at her,” he snarled, brushing just above and below her nipples. “Tits bouncin’ every time you pound into her. So fuckin’ hot.”

Then, he squeezed. And Leah screamed. Her climax ripped through her like a lightning strike, raw and wild. She clawed at Tobias’s back as he ground into her, body locking up as she milked his cock for everything he could give. His knot began to swell, stretching her mercilessly as he kept grinding forward in small, brutal snaps. But god, she wanted it—needed it, needed him deeper harder faster—

—he thrust forward once more, knot locking deep inside her, and Leah shrieked. His cock pulsed deep inside her, and she felt it all—the rush, the heat, him pumping her full while she whimpered in helpless overwhelm. She barely noticed him and Noah working in tandem to tug her up, rolling them so Tobias laid on his back and dragging her with him.

“Easy,” he murmured against her hair, nuzzling the side of her head. “You’re doing so good, sunshine—deep breaths, there you go. Good girl.”

“So fuckin’ perfect, takin’ our alpha’s knot like the needy little slut you are.” Noah’s hands slid lower as he spoke, slow and possessive as he knelt behind her. His lips pressed reverent kisses down her spine, scorching her skin like the sun. Leah couldn’t help the confused, breathless whimper that escaped, not with his next words:

“Gonna make you feel so good.”

His calloused hands gripped her ass, thumbs spreading her open at the same time Tobias’s knot pulsed, stretching her like it knew.

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