Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 258: _ I Want You All

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!

The room is already too warm and it’s not from heat... no, it’s from bodies and bonds and things left unsaid. Heidi now stands between Grayson and Morgan, barefoot on the rug, wrapped in nothing but a sheet and relief that still trembles through her muscles. The air smells of lavender and night and adrenaline that hasn’t decided where to go yet.

Morgan feels the subtle hum beneath his skin where the demon core now lives, attentive and eager, like a predator leaning forward.

Fuck, he thinks. She doesn’t get to look like that and expect restraint.

Grayson speaks before Morgan can. Always the gentler one. Always the one who pretends this is normal. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Sit," he says gently, like he’s asking instead of telling. "Let us take the edge off. You’ve been carrying too much."

Romantic little shit.

Morgan snorts from the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight. Too much? That’s one way to put it. Court dates, accusations, people trying to tear her apart piece by piece—yeah, that’ll do it.

Heidi hesitates only a second before she listens.

She moves to the bed, slowly, eyes never leaving Morgan. That alone makes something feral ignite in his chest.

Fuck.

Grayson starts shedding layers, removing his shirt first, then his shoes unhurriedly. He’s all calm intent, all warmth and reassurance. Morgan hates how effective it is. Hates how Heidi relaxes the moment Grayson’s hands brush her shoulders.

He moves closer without realizing it.

His thoughts are already spiraling darkly and possessively. Mine. She’s fucking mine. The demon core hums in agreement, feeding the urge, stretching it thin enough to hurt him.

He kneels in front of her, hands trailing her thighs, and Heidi inhales sharply like she feels it in her spine. Morgan grins with his teeth.

"Relax," he mutters. "I’ve got you."

He’s barely "got" her before the door opens, ruining the moment.

Argh! Who the fuck is that?! Morgan nearly screams out, but Heidi probably wouldn’t like it if he did, so he balled his fists instead, internally damning whoever it is to hell.

In comes Darien who freezes in the doorway, one hand still on the frame, eyes flicking from Grayson’s bare chest to Morgan on his knees to Heidi caught between them.

"What the hell is going on?" he demands.

Morgan looks over his shoulder, already bristling. "Knock next time, asshole."

Darien ignores him completely, eyes on Heidi now. "After everything you’ve been through, this is what you’re doing? You’re supposed to be resting."

Morgan’s temper flares hot and instant. He’s already halfway to telling Darien to shut the fuck up and get out when...

Heidi speaks. "This is rest," she says quietly.

Every head turns her way. She steps forward, away from the bed, away from Grayson’s hands, and faces Darien fully. "This is what I need. My mates. Right now. I need to forget everything else for a minute."

Those words—they make Morgan’s insides tingle, but when he remembers it is directed to two others of Tobias’s bastards, the grin that was about to spread across his face turns into a frown.

Darien’s jaw tightens. You can see the conflict burn through him: logic versus instinct, restraint versus want. Morgan watches it with vicious satisfaction.

Refuse it. Refuse it. He roots internally.

Darien exhales slowly. "I came to give you feedback on my assignment. But clearly... I’ll have to come back."

He turns to leave.

"Wait." Heidi reaches for him.

Morgan’s stomach drops.

"I want you here too," she says.

The room goes dead silent.

Darien stiffens. "Heidi—no. If I’m with you, it’s not like this. I don’t share. I’d want you alone."

Morgan surges to his feet. "Listen to the man," he snaps. "Let him go."

The jealousy is ugly now, crawling up his throat. He doesn’t hide it. Doesn’t want to.

Heidi shakes her head. "This could be the last time we’re together like this. None of us knows what tomorrow holds. I’m not wasting tonight pretending I don’t want you all."

She steps past Morgan. That’s what breaks him.

She takes Darien’s hand and guides him toward the bed, standing on her toes to kiss him before he can think better of it. Darien melts instantly, his control shattering, hands coming up like they’ve been waiting there forever.

Morgan stands there, shaking with fury and arousal, watching Darien fall apart under her mouth.

"Fuck," Morgan breathes. "You’ve gotta be kidding me."

Behind her, Grayson rises too and Morgan is not surprised since his fake twin has no balls to ever independently stand on anything. The Goddess must have cursed Rayne, giving her such a son without a spine as punishment for her sins, Morgan thinks.

He watches his brother press in close, hands sliding to Heidi’s waist, mouth brushing her neck. The sight of it, watching Darien undone in front of her, Grayson anchoring her from behind, finally hits Morgan.

It turns him on. Badly.

He paces once, then stops, fists clenched, breathing hard. His thoughts are feral now, violent, jealous, and obscene.

Look at them. Look at how easily she owns you. Look at how I’m letting this happen.

He doesn’t even pretend restraint anymore. He leans back against the wall, eyes dark, watching them move together; slow, hungry, inevitable.

Darien’s skepticism burns away completely. He’s not the rational one now. He’s gone, replaced by desire, by need.

Morgan laughs under his breath. "There it is," he mutters. "Welcome to the fucking club."

He unzips his pants and brings out his cock first among them, stroking pleasure into himself as he watches his two brothers kiss and smooch his mate—the one woman MADE FOR HIM.

The tension builds until it’s unbearable. There are too many bodies, too much heat, too many hands on Heidi like she’s the center of gravity.

Darien finally flips his lid. He lifts her without warning, carrying her to the bed as the others follow, the room collapsing inward around them.

The door shuts for the real party to fully begin.