Chapter 6- Heat Frenzy Part 1

Elowen POV

Stormclaw Keep

Morning After the Rescue

I woke up with a jolt.

Not from a nightmare. Not from pain. Not even from Lyssira snarling at me to get my shit together. No.

I woke up because for the first time in weeks, my body didn’t feel like it was made of broken glass and regret. The ache in my muscles was still there, but it was dull, but manageable. My bones didn’t scream when I moved. My spine didn’t feel like it was trying to secede from the rest of my body.

I. Felt. Good. I stretched my body like a cat. Yessss. I blinked at the early light filtering in, then slowly...slowly, pushed the blanket off my legs and sat up. No dizziness. No nausea. Just the weird throb of surprise pulsing through every cell.

“Lyssi,” I whispered, “I think I can fucking move.”

“Then move, bitch.” Her voice purred in my head, equal parts smug and thrilled. “We need to bathe, you smell like dried anxiety and hospital sheets.”

I snorted and swung my legs off the bed. My toes touched the warm stone floor and I waited… for the sharp pain, the bone deep fatigue, the sudden weakness.

Nothing came. So I stood up. And by the gods, I didn’t fall. I shuffled slowly, more cautious than confident, toward the bathroom, one hand on the wall like I was creeping through a haunted house, grinning like a lunatic.

When I made it to the threshold of the bath chamber, I hollered, “I DID IT, BITCHES!”

A collective thud and several crashes echoed behind me as all five of my mates scrambled awake like a pack of hot, shirtless puppies in panic mode.

“Elowen?!” Daxon’s voice, low and sharp.

Bram burst through the doorway first, his wild long hair sticking up like he'd fought a bear in his sleep. “You walked?!”

“I fuckin’ walked,” I said proudly, holding the edge of the sink and bouncing on my toes. “Bring on the damn Olympics.”

Ashrian appeared next, shirtless and scowling, but his eyes were warm. “You should’ve waited for us, little moon.”

“Too late. I’m practically a god now.”

Lachlan barreled in after him, hair a total disaster, blinking like I’d just told him we were under attack. Vaelrix stalked in last, looking like the sexy dragon general he was, even sleep ruffled. “What’s going on?”

“She walked,” Daxon growled proudly, brushing past them and swooping me up like I was made of fucking diamonds. “And now she’s bathing.”

The bath was already steaming. Bram turned up the heat with a rumble of satisfaction. Ashrian tossed in oils. Lachlan pulled me close and whispered, “So proud of ye, mo ghrá.”

And gods… the affection, the warmth, the hands touching me? It was like setting a match to dry kindling. The heat hit me all at once. Not the bathwater, me.

From the inside out. Like my blood had been swapped for liquid wildfire. I gasped and twisted in Daxon’s arms. “Why is it so hot?!”

Ash looked concerned. “Too much steam?”

“No,” I panted. “It’s me.”

Sweat beaded on my neck. My thighs clenched involuntarily. My pulse throbbed between my legs like a war drum.

“I’m burning,” I whispered, panicked.

Lyssira’s voice dropped into my mind, sensual and slightly feral. “I think… we’re going into heat.”

“Oh fuck me,” I groaned.

Lachlan’s brows shot up, his grin turned downright sinful as he leaned in with a teasing drawl. “Well, don’t threaten me with a good time, lass.”

I snarled and lunged. Naked. Dripping. Slippery as hell. Straight for his smug Scottish ass.

He yelped and dodged, knocking over a jar of salts. “Daxon! She’s gone feral!”

Bram caught me mid pounce, barely restraining me as I writhed like a woman possessed. My hands clawed at his chest. My thighs rubbed together and I was moaning with need.

“I need,” I begged, not even sure who I was speaking to. “Fuck, I need you.”

“Gods, she’s in full heat,” Ashrian said, already backing up toward the door. “This is not going to end well.”

“Every unmated wolf in the east wing is about to start sniffing at the door!” Daxon snarled, turning and bolting into the hallway. “CLEAR THE FUCKING FLOOR! If I find any unmated male sniffing anywhere near our queen, I’ll rip his fuckin’ nose off!”

I collapsed onto the bed, panting and desperate, my body on fire. The boys turned to see me sprawled on the sheets like a whole damn centerfold, my legs parted, eyes glowing, voice sweet and poisonous as honey.

“Come play with me,” I purred, licking my lips.

Ashrian groaned and turned away, muttering something about needing strength from the gods. Bram and Lachlan looked like they were about to combust. Vaelrix didn’t move. Just stared like a dragon staring down a hoard he couldn’t touch yet.

I smiled wickedly, arching my back and whispering…"Please?"

I didn’t care that I was naked. I didn’t care that my thighs were trembling, slick and parted, or that the bed was starting to smell like sin. I just needed them. All of them.

I writhed on the sheets, back arched, my whole body tight and pulsing with need. Every inch of me screamed for touch, for teeth, for possession. Lyssira was howling in my head, tail high and proud, urging me to let them claim us again and again until we passed the fuck out.

They were all standing there, gods help me, just watching.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “Touch me. Please, I....”

“Enough.”

Vaelrix’s voice cut through the lust thick air like a blade. The others froze. He stepped forward slowly, firelight dancing over the ridges of his muscles, that alpha heat in his stare locked tight on mine. Not cruel. Not cold. But commanding.

“I know what you’re feeling, Elowen,” he said, voice low, barely holding it together. “We all feel it. Your scent is driving every beast in us mad. But if we take you now, in heat, we knot you.” His eyes flared bright gold. “We breed you.”

The words slammed into me like a wall. “Vael…” I whispered, panting, tears stinging my eyes. “I can’t think. I want, I need...you.”

He crouched beside the bed, brushing damp hair from my forehead, his voice gravel and thunder. “Then choose, my starlight. Now. Do you want the potion to cool the heat? Or do you want to risk pregnancy, and let us lose control?”

The others hovered behind him, silent, panting, golden eyes glowing. Lachlan’s fists were clenched. Bram’s jaw was locked. Ashrian’s lips were parted like he was already tasting me. Daxon was fucking vibrating.

And gods, the scent of them… it was primal, musk and all alpha male. I felt like a flame in a room full of gunpowder. My brain screamed to be logical. Lyssira laughed and said, “Breed me, kings.”

And I broke. My hands reached up, trembling, and I cupped Vaelrix’s face, dragging his mouth down to mine.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I want all of you. No potion. No holding back. Fuck the rules. If it happens… it happens.”

A growl ripped through the room. Vaelrix kissed me like he was claiming the stars. The others moved in like a pack finally unleashed. And just before I was swallowed by heat and hands and hunger, I heard Daxon growl behind me....

“Lock. The. Fucking. Door.”