Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
JUDE
“I’m sick. Let me die,” I groan, curling up in a ball as tears slide down my cheeks. My stomach clenches, forcing slick out of my ass as I shudder.
“You’re in heat,” Willow says. “Don’t be dramatic, Sweetheart. Let me call Atlas and Briar. They’ll want to be here for you.”
“They’re working, Willow. Don’t bother them. Ugh. I’m supposed to be at work in a few hours.”
“You’re scent matched to the boss, and he’d be really pissed off if you went to work like this,” she coos, grabbing her phone. “Take a nice, deep breath for me. That’s so good. Another. Such a good little omega for me. Atlas?”
“Don’t… call him,” I huff out. Ugh, why does she have to make so much sense?
“Jude is going into heat, and he’s a cute, grumpy little omega,” Willow says.
Turning in bed, I pin her down, baring my teeth.
“You know what to do when you’re grumpy, baby.”
Eat out my alpha. Got it.
Prowling down her body, I tear off her panties and begin to devour her pussy like it’s my favorite dessert. Her sweet scent is addicting as I eat her out, and Willow whimpers as she tries to talk on the phone.
“Jude?” Atlas’ voice comes in clear over the line, and I realize she put him on speaker.
“Alpha,” I grumble in greeting, sucking on Willow’s clit as I swallow her whipped cream flavor. “I hurt.”
“Briar and I are texting now, and she says to go to her treehouse. She’ll meet you there. She’s walking out of work now. Don’t worry about work. I’m pulling you from the schedule. Can you do that? We’ll help you through this, Little Ballerina.”
“I don’t want to move,” I whimper. “Being in a car when you’re in heat fucking sucks.”
“I promise to make it worth it. Be a good boy for your alphas and get your butt moving.”
“Ugh. There better be orgasms,” I sigh, pushing myself up to get dressed.
“Do grumpy gremlins get punished?” Willow asks Atlas, lazily watching me.
“Oh, absolutely. Drive safely, Hummingbird.”
“You’re mean,” I pout, once my alpha hangs up.
“Don’t pretend you won’t love every second of it,” she says, getting up to pull on a pair of cotton shorts. Willow doesn’t bother with underwear, she doesn’t need to when I’m going to strip her bare again very soon.
Grabbing a go bag, she smirks as I raise my brow. “You’re rarely grumpy, and you were last night. I packed it just in case, baby.”
Ugh, she really is the best.
“I love you,” I sigh, taking her hand as we walk together. “This car ride is still going to suck though.”
“I’ll get us there as quickly as possible,” she promises, lifting the keys from the hook by the front door.
It’s the best place for them, otherwise they end up in the bathtub or in the freezer.
Pulling open the door, we hurry through the hall.
I’m practically dripping omega pheromones right now, and it’s not a safe thing.
As it is, I’ll probably put all the alphas in the building into a rut.
Their partners are going to be fucked very well for the next few days.
If they’re single, they’ll be fucking their cocks into the mattress. I would almost feel bad, but I’m too miserable.
Willow has me bundled into the car before I know it, and I wrap a blanket around myself from the bag. My heat can make me shiver as I lead up to the peak of it, which is why the space I’m in has to be temperature controlled. Thankfully, Briar will have all of that handled.
My teeth chatter even as I grit them together against the pain, and Willow sings along to her playlist in an attempt to distract me. As pretty as her voice is, I begin to slip into the haze of my heat where I begin to disassociate, to survive how much it hurts.
I meant it when I said that I hate car rides during my heat. My asshole is contracting around nothing, and it feels as if it’ll never stop cramping. Can you die from your hole refusing to relax?
Oh my fuck this hurts!
Willow lifts me into her arms once we arrive at Briar’s place, and I’m openly sobbing into her hair. I don’t care about being strong. I’m one huge mass of pain.
“Atlas is almost here,” Briar reassures me from the treehouse. Willow carried me in her arms, and tossed our bag onto the deck as she climbed up. I’m a fucking mess.
Willow and Briar help me undress, and I whimper as I collapse onto the mattress.
“I got you,” Willow promises, climbing on top of me. She’s the world's fastest undressed alpha, and if there were prizes to hand out for that kind of shit, she would win, hands down.
Grabbing hold of my cock, she rubs her thumb over my angry, red crown.
“Even your cock is grumpy. Let’s fuck the happy back into it, shall we?” she growls.
Briar lies beside me, naked except for a loose shirt. It smells like Atlas, and I really miss him right now. Nodding shakily to Willow, I grip her hips and pull her down my cock as soon as her entrance is snuggled up to my crown.
My groan is loud in the small enclosure of the treehouse, and Willow whimpers as I stretch her walls.
“Mine,” I gasp.
I know I’m grumpy and a pain in the ass during my heat. It’s how the universe balances how even-keeled I am the rest of the time.
The muscles in my throat tighten as I grit my teeth. The pain and pleasure play along my nerve endings as if they’re fucked up best friends, and my slick pushes out of my asshole as I pull Willow roughly up and down my cock.
There’s no tenderness inside of me as I use my alpha, yet her eyes are full of love and adoration as she bounces on my cock.
Briar’s fingers brush my tousled blonde hair off my forehead, and her lips press against my temple.
“You’re going to leave fingerprints all over Willow’s hips,” she whispers.
“Mine,” I insist, moaning as my alpha’s pussy clenches around me.
“You’ll kiss every one of my bruises later, won’t you, Little Omega?” Willow asks, her eyes rolling back as she leans back so I’ll hit a different angle inside of her.
“Yes. Fuck, just like that. Yes, Alpha!”
“How is he?” Atlas asks, ducking inside.
“He’s hurting,” Briar murmurs.
“Fuck her harder,” my alpha says. “I want Willow to be sore when you’re done.”
“Atlas—Fuck!” Willow screams.
I flip her onto her back, cradling her head to make sure she doesn’t hit it on the wall as I do exactly what my alpha told me to do.
My hips slam into Willow as I fuck her into the mattress, and she holds on for dear life as my fingers dig into her scalp.
I have this weird thing where I’ll massage her head as I fuck her during my heats.
Maybe it’s an apology for being a pain in the ass, but she turns into a puddle for me.
Even now, her body relaxes as she chases her orgasm.
“I can be nice,” I grumble, my hips still pistoning in and out of her sweet cunt. She’s nowhere near ready to lock me. I have to work for it.
“We’ll see about that, baby. Look at your pretty little asshole, all for me,” Atlas purrs, his clothes already falling to the ground. He crawls onto the mattress, his cock heavy and ready to fuck me. “You’re leaking everywhere, Little Ballerina.”
My stomach cramps hard, and I whimper, burying my face in Willow’s throat.
“Breathe, baby. I know it hurts. Your alpha is here to fuck you. We’re going to make you feel better.”
Atlas drags his crown over my puckered hole as Willow talks me through the pain, groaning as slick covers him.
“I need it. Please,” I beg.
“No begging, baby. I’ll punish you for being a gremlin later,” he growls. My heat is hotter and stronger in just the few minutes between arriving here and Atlas climbing up to the treehouse. I need a knot immediately, and he’s the only one who can give it to me.
Sure, Willow brought her toys, but I want Atlas. My eyes roll back as Atlas’ crown enters my hole, and his piercing makes me whimper.
“You’re being such a good boy for me. That’s it. Keep breathing.”
I stay still, trembling as he rocks his hips to drive his cock deeper.
Briar tips my head back to kiss me, and Willow whispers sweet nothings to me.
It’s the best pack building activity I can think of right now, and her moans help ground me when Atlas’ dick begins to hurt.
I love pain and pleasure, and he’s got a big dick.
No matter how turned on I am, or mad with my heat, it still takes time to take a cock that large.
The discomfort doesn’t last long, and then he’s fucking me into Willow’s pussy, his lips against my ear, urging me to make her cum. The sound of slick and fucking are all I can hear outside of our moans and whimpers, and soon I’m falling over the edge as I cum.
“You’re strangling my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect. Do you want your reward now?”
“Yes. Alpha, give it to me,” I wail. Willow’s hands ghost down my body, her legs spread wide to accommodate Atlas’ body braced over us.
His knot grinds against my asshole, and I cry out as he begins to fill me.
He gives me words of encouragement, and Willow’s pussy clenches around my cock.
Her feet press down on the mattress, and her hips move in the small amount of space that she has to fuck me.
It’s so much stimulation, and all I can do is fist the blankets as they work me over together.
I love Atlas’ knot, and the need for it as my stomach aches is more than I can describe. I think I’ll die without it.
“Breathe, Little Ballerina. It’s almost all the way in.”
“Bite, Alpha! Please!”
As Atlas fucks his knot into me, he continues to pound me into Willow. Grabbing Willow’s ass, I lift her slightly to let Atlas take over, enjoying the way she gasps. Knowing I’m hitting her g-spot deep inside of her, I watch as she loses control and scratches my arms as she comes apart for me.
“Ahh. Yes! Don’t stop, ride it out with me, Willow. Fuck!” I scream, letting her punishingly tight walls drag me over the edge to another release. I shudder as we cum together.
“We’ll give you what you need, baby. You’re doing so good for us,” Atlas groans.