Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KOEN
Whimpers fill the budget hotel room as I spread my legs wide on the bed to push a thick dildo inside my ass.
I’ve been away from my scent matches for eight hours by this point, and I’m sweating profusely from the pain.
It doesn’t matter what I stick in my ass or how many times I try to make myself come, none of it seems to help.
Thinking about the way I was tied up on my knees for Skylar forces a rush of slick to push out of my asshole, and my eyes roll back in relief. It’s been like this the entire time. My slick only happens if I think of Skylar and Rhodes, and I don’t want to look at the reasoning for it too closely.
Porn on my phone isn’t working either. In fact, it seems to make my slick dry up, which is very frustrating.
I don’t want to need alphas at all, especially scent matched ones who seem to be manipulating me at every turn. What if this is all a game?
A violent cramp makes me scream, and I force myself to stop my current line of thought.
Blow jobs, cum, an alpha spitting in my mouth, a silk tie…
The dildo slides further into my ass, and I ignore my red, angry cock. I’ve tried to fist it with lube and a cock sleeve, but nothing works. I think I fucking chafed my dick. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Breathing hard, I get onto my knees, lean down until my broad shoulders are pressing into the mattress and I can hold onto the dildo with two hands.
I’m a greedy, desperate, naked omega, so I may have overdone it on the size.
However, as I begin to fuck myself with it, I begin to find a rhythm that feels good.
Groaning loudly, I tell myself I don’t fucking care who can hear me. My head hurts from dehydration, and I’m in a fucking terrible mood. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, however, I say this every heat.
It’s the same way mothers forget the pain of child birth, omegas do the same with their heats. The unfortunate thing is we don’t have something cute and adorable to help in the process of forgetting. We simply block it out until we’re hit with the pain again.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Come on, I need it deeper. Please.”
I close my eyes and pretend it’s Rhodes’ thick cock in my hole, and my body immediately responds.
“Yes. Yes, more,” I whine, shoving the dildo further into my ass.
Fucking myself with the dildo itches my need, but not enough to help the stomach pains. I lose track of time as I begin to sob, the salty tears running down my face as I sink into the madness of my heat. My chest heaves from exertion, and the sheets are covered with the slick from my weeping crown.
It’s not an orgasm or a knot, and this dildo still has about an inch until I get to the good part.
My phone lights up for the first time in hours, and it’s an unknown number.
I blocked Skylar and Rhodes’ phone numbers earlier in the day due to their continuous calls, and I’m nearing delirium.
The call drops, making me huff because it’s reminding me it interrupted the stream of porn that hasn’t been helping me.
Returning to my memory of Rhodes’ cock, I burst into more tears when a video call begins to ring through.
The only reason I haven’t put it on airplane mode is because I don’t have access to wireless internet in this godforsaken place.
I have a chair underneath the handle of the door in case my pheromones travel through the air vents and I put the alphas staying here into a mindless rut.
I know my safety is tenuous at best in this fucking hotel room, I simply ran out of other options.
I claim temporary insanity as I reach out and press accept on the call with slick covered fingers.
I’m a complete mess. I shouldn’t want to see anyone in my makeshift, shitty nest, but I am not in my right mind.
As it is, Skylar’s sweatshirt is pressed against my face so I can hold onto the light scent still on his clothes.
“Don’t hang up,” Rhodes says hurriedly, his worried green eyes wide as he sees me spread across the bedspread. “You’re crying. What do you need, sweetness?”
“I’m more of a sour patch kid than sweet,” I huff out. “I can’t come. I’ve been trying for hours. I think I’m broken.”
“Nah, you don’t have the right motivation,” he says patiently.
How is this my life? He’s sitting in a vehicle, wearing loungewear and looking like a fucking snack I want to lick like a giant ice cream cone.
“Mmmm. I really like the way you’re looking at me. Stay on your knees, with your back to me. I want to see how nice and stuffed your sweet hole is for me,” he croons.
Whining, I leave my phone propped up and spin around to show off my asshole. I’m sure it’s also a swollen mess by this point, but I have to come more than my next breath.
“Such a pretty, swollen pussy,” he groans, making me gasp.
Do I like that? Fuck. I’m able to push the toy to its knot, and Rhodes clicks his tongue.
“Not yet, sweetness. I want you to fuck your pussy like I’m the one doing it. Make it rough and angle it so I hit that secret spot only the curve of my cock can,” he growls.
Whining, I imagine it’s Rhodes fucking me instead as I thrust the toy in and out of me. Widening my stance so he can see my bouncing cock, my back bows as I put on a show for him. It’s a little less scary with him on the phone, and I’m preening as I hear his breathing increase.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I see you’re in a hotel room. Did you barricade the door so no one else can see you like this?”
“Ye-yes,” I moan, only half tracking his words as I bend slightly at the waist.
“Ohhh, that’s the money shot,” he groans. “Fuck yourself hard, baby. Just like that. I want to come deep inside you.”
“Yes. Please,” I say, fucking myself harder with a piss-poor replica of my alpha.
Wait, mine?
“Yes, yours,” Rhodes growls. I’m not sure if my thoughts are making their way out of my mouth or not, so I choose to say nothing about it. “I love these noises. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Argh,” I cry out, keeping my momentum going. “My arms are tired.”
“You need a suction cup on your toy,” he says sagely. “What floor are you on, Little Viking?”
“Third,” I reply. He can’t find me based on that information, right? I’m safe in my anonymity here.
“Hmmm. Okay. Push the knot into your tight, wet hole,” Rhodes insists. “Nice and easy. Fuck that’s good. Start to inflate it.”
My eyes roll back as I push the button on the base of the toy that inflates the knot. I have to give it to Ashley, he definitely knows his toys.
“You better moan my name and no one else’s,” Rhodes growls.
Fuck, I really am losing the plot.
“Rhodes. Ugh. Please fuck me,” I gasp, allowing myself the fantasy where I can trust the alpha on the other side of the video chat.
“He can’t, but I can,” a dark voice says.
Fingers hold my chin, and I have to blink hard before I can see Skylar’s face.
“Push that pathetic little excuse for an alpha knot in your hole,” he commands. “Then, be a good little omega and come. Make a fucking mess, but don’t touch your cock.”
“It hurts,” I whine.
“Do you need something to suck on to help?” he asks, raises his brow.
I don’t know how he got in here, but it’s chillier in the room than it was a moment ago. Can the devil have the same influence on room temperature as ghosts do?
“I’m not the devil,” Skylar smirks, his rosemary scent filling the air. “Now open your mouth so I can fill it with something that tastes good.”
Skylar strips off his clothes, and it feels as if I’m dreaming as he climbs onto the bed. Groaning, I practically unhinge my jaw in my eagerness to suck his cock. I don’t care what fairy godmother dropped me a hot, strong alpha to fuck me, but I fully expect to thank her.
“I see you got my present,” Rhodes purrs on the phone. “Suck his cock through the pain, sweetness. Mmmm. Your pussy is taking that knot like a good little whore.”
Skylar thrusts his cock down my throat until my eyes are watering and my breath escapes in a gurgling sound.
I want to be punished and fucked, so it suits me just fine as the knotted toy in my asshole slides into place and I finally begin to come.
Ropes of it cover Skylar, and he fucks my throat through my orgasm.
“That’s a good boy,” Rhodes croons. “You’re going to feel so much better soon, and we’re going to help.”
It doesn’t matter how Skylar found me. I don’t care because I’m finally getting an orgasm, and my stomach isn’t cramping as hard.
It’s as if my abdominal muscles are constantly shaking from being contracted, and it’s a bone deep exhaustion.
This is why omegas die without someone to take care of them, even if it's just a friend to check on their health.
It’s because we will waste away, or get so depressed from the pain that some of us kill ourselves.
Skylar growls as his precum gets thicker, and his knot fills my mouth. The feel of a real knot makes me shudder and come again. There’s something primal about having my scent all over his body, and I release a strangled sound as I clench down on the inflated knot in my ass.
“I need to feed you my cum before I knot your mouth. It’s coming though. I want my knot to block all the silly excuses that may come out of the lying hole in your face,” he says.
My eyes water with shame that I ran as Skylar ruts into my mouth. He’s still in control, his blue eyes piercing as he cups my face gently.
“That’s not what I meant,” he sighs. “You scared the fuck out of us when you ran. Rhodes and I don’t know what we did wrong. Are we too much for you, sweet boy?”
He knows I can’t speak, and I can’t move my head either as he continues to rock inside of my mouth. My cock is still hard and bobbing against my abs now as my hips thrust forward toward nothing. I need friction or an asshole or mouth to fuck. Ugh, I need more.