24. Peaceful Symphony
Peaceful Symphony
~ASTRAEA~
“ T his is a total change of plan.” I smile at the sarcasm in Kenji’s voice as he gestures around the room. “Welcome to my paradise, Sweet Hummingbird.”
“Truthfully, she’s a beauty,” I hum in praise with a sweet smile. “I haven’t been in a studio like this… like, ever.”
“I don’t know what strings Icarus pulled to get us secured here for the next three days, but I’m glad he did, or else we wouldn’t be able to do this so quickly,” Kenji reveals.
“Why? Is this place booked out for the month?”
Kenji’s smile tells me my guess is on the short end of the stick.
“Six months?” I hesitantly suggest.
“Four years.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I gasp in horror. “It is not!”
“It is, Hummingbird.” He laughs at my complete shock as he walks over to the dash that has what feels like an endless row of controls, each one pertaining to something important when it comes to the creation and recording process.
“What’s so great about this place that it has a four-year waitlist?” I can’t wrap my head around it. I know the rich and famous enjoy making certain places so valuable that the rush to experience it makes unnecessary waitlists, but four years?
To record a song?! You might as well book it so you can record a whole new album if you’re waiting four years for one shot.
“You really want to know?” he asks as he pulls out a stool before the massive dash and lowers into it. Kenji is wearing the most casual attire I’ve ever seen him in—grey sweatpants and a white tank. It feels weird compared to his gothic attire, which usually has him in an array of black, ripped, slashed pieces with chains or other accessories to further decorate his tatted, pierced appearance. He’s only wearing his lip-piercing today; the others are absent.
I remember hearing Kai mention Kenji’s cock is pierced, but we haven’t dove that far yet into the realms of lust and need.
Good reason with the last couple of weeks’ predicament.
“Yes.” I’m genuinely curious.
“The place is good for porn videos.”
I don’t know if it’s because he says it so casually or due to the premise of the truth, but I’m staring back at him with no words to elaborate on my struggle for comprehension.
Kenji’s lowly chuckles as he lifts his legs up to cross them on the small yet soft-looking cushion of the stool. Spinning to give me his full attention, he has the cutest sloppy grin on his delicate lips.
“Since the tour switch up, there’s been a 500% demand on steamy music studio porn,” he announces with a sly smile that grows as he watches my eyes widen.
“You’re joking.”
“Dead serious.”
“And that’s what spiked this specific studio to be booked out for four years?”
“Was booked out for two, but after our tour announcement update, it went to four.” He sounds so proud. “I told Icarus we should make a song that has a certain Hummingbird’s moans in the background.”
“M-M-Me?” I gasp and feel the heat rush to my cheeks. I’m still pointing to myself while Kenji leans back just slightly so he can uncross his legs and pat his lap. I look down at how his legs are spread out.
He’s playing a dangerous game of wearing grey sweatpants around me, an Omega, who has been a lot hornier than I’d dare admit.
I’ve concluded the new patches administered to me to “help” tame my Heat has only made me want to fuck everything that moves. It’s hard to resist the urge when Icarus and Kai are around, especially when we’ve been intimate with one another.
I’m sure if it wasn’t their schedule changes and an uptick of work, they’d rather have me sprawled out on a table so they can take turns eating me out before fucking me enough that I can no longer speak English.
I’ve been taking it slow with Kenji and Nathaníel due to our current circumstances, but I’ve noticed the shift with Kenji. A growing possessive need to claim me, especially when his eyes darken and he just stares at me from afar.
Kind of like what he’s doing now.
Only now, he’s encouraging me to walk into his trap.
Deep down, I’m sure he knows I can’t resist him.
Can’t go against this primitive tension buzzing between us, begging to be tamed or fulfilled.
Without a second thought, I walk toward him. Or maybe it’s prowling? That’s what I’d label it with the way I’m taking each step with a seductive place of my leg, allowing my hips to move like a swinging pendulum.
He watches every move, his eyes locked solely on me.
It’s crazy to acknowledge the powerful hold I can have on him. On all of them. He was praising this place of various gadgets, which they’ve pulled every string to get a hold of, yet we’re wasting time like this.
His attention is solely on me as I taunt him with my body and heightened scent.
I guess he should be grateful I’m wearing panty-blockers today. I’ve been bold lately with my horny fits by not wearing them from time to time. To see which Alpha is going to cave first.
Which, so far, is always Icarus. He can be deep in a fighting argument with a client, cussing him off, but with one whiff, he’s throwing the phone somewhere and fucking me senseless.
So far this week, two phones have suffered his dismissive wrath.
Phones are replaceable, he said. Fucking you until my knot is begging to stay deep inside you is not.
They’ve been good about not getting their knot stuck deep in my pussy and sealing our fates. I don’t necessarily feel bad about it because of the circumstances we’ve been dealing with these last few weeks, but deep within, I think we all know it’s inevitable.
I don’t think this can be temporary anymore…
Not with how intense our connections for one another have been during this turmoil time.
When I reach where he’s sitting, I enjoy how his eyes trail up my body, as though he’s sitting amid an art gallery, admiring a piece of work that touches his soul.
We don’t need to say anything.
I just go with the flow of what my body wants. Leaning over so my arms can hook around his neck, I lower myself onto his lap, feeling his hard bulge already impatiently pulsing against the wet lining of my panties.
He groans deeply at the pressing touch. His hands glide along the side of my waist, gripping boldly before pulling me against him, leaving us no choice but to be extremely close.
“Yes, you,” he groans and teases me with how his lips begin to trail down the side of my neck. “You think I don’t hear all those noises when Icarus and Kai are slapping these round ass cheeks of yours?”
I squeak when he grips my ass, lifting me so I can press against his groin further.
“Now, wouldn’t it be a bestseller to have those quipped moans that beg for our cocks in the background of a serenade that leads to a maddening climax of screams and outcries? Booming drum play with electric guitar chords echoing in the distance. Words screamed at the top of one’s lungs, begging for redemptions, salvation, and a new beginning.”
When his lips taunt mine by brushing along them, it takes everything to keep still while my eyes bore into his dazed ones.
“Only to realize it’s all a dream.”
“Evil,” I groan. I’m ready for him to push me away, but I’m surprised when he ends up kissing me. I was expecting a rush of urgency in the kiss, but it’s tamed—controlled in a way where the passion can be heightened by just the smallest of movements.
It’s so different from what I’ve been getting used to. The swift movements, the fast irony of fucking on a time limit in hopes of taming the urge enough to continue with the day.
Kenji kisses as if the world itself has stopped orbit for just us. That we have all the time in the world to enjoy this burning lust that has been building for weeks.
Breaking the kiss leaves him groaning as he presses his forehead against mine.
“Studio head will be here any minute,” he whispers. I can hear the slight annoyance in the depths of his voice, but he’s trying to hide it.
“And after?” I search his eyes while he’s trying to find some sort of excuse to prove we can’t do what our bodies want. I know he’s still trying to find one when there’s a knock at the door, but instead of lying, he lays one more kiss on my lips. “Then I do the honors of showing you that certain piercing you’re curious about.”
I’m sure he’s enjoying the way I blush before he picks me up with ease and sets me on the stool we’d been perched on.
“Stay good and wet for me,” he whispers in my ear, his deep, husky voice setting my core ablaze. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, which is driving me wild. I haven’t experienced this side of Kenji.
This dominating powerhouse with a cunning execution in getting what he wants at a pace that pleases him.
Suddenly, I can see why he and Kai blend so damn well.
It also makes me curious as to who is “top” and “bottom” in their dynamic.
“Yes, Alpha,” I purr the words, making him groan in dismay.
“God, Hummingbird.” He has his hand around my throat, tilting my head back enough to smother my lips with his in desperation. If it wasn’t for the next set of knocks on the door, we would have forgotten someone was waiting on the other end. “Behave,” he orders with a deep grunt. “Or you’ll be doing more than just singing later.”
I smirk back at him before letting my tongue trail along my swollen lips. He watches the movement like a hawk ready to lash onto his prey, and I swear we wouldn’t be able to get out of this intense gaze if it wasn’t for the third set of knocks.
“Coming,” Kenji calls out a little louder, not hiding his obvious frustration. “Understood, Astraea?”
I have to fight not to wiggle in my seat with how he says my name.
“Yes, Alpha,” I affirm and try to give off a more innocent look.
He knows I’m going to follow orders, but it doesn’t hurt to make him think I’m tempted not to. I wish we didn’t have any interruptions right now because I’m struggling to think straight.
Truthfully, I just want to fuck and deal with whatever we were going to do later, but at this point, that’s not possible.
It’s just this dumb patch’s fault for my horny struggles.
“Can you come back in fifteen minutes?” It takes me an added few seconds to register what Kenji’s asking. Glancing over to the door, my rockstar drummer Alpha isn’t even looking at whoever is at the door. His gaze is on me, so intense and tempting, I feel a wave of heat rush through me.
“We’re in the middle of a recording session,” he promptly continues, despite the way our eyes bore into one another with intensity. I don’t get why this connection is dangerously strong.
I shouldn’t be close to my Heat with these patch blockers, but all my senses feel heightened. Almost too sensitive to everything around me that revolves around Kenji.
His scent drifts all around this exclusive space. The depth of emotion that dances within those stunning eyes of his. The pulsing burst of lust felt even from afar.
Something has to be wrong with the dosage or something because all of this is almost too much.
“Sure,” I overhear another voice. “I got a quick meeting to attend to anyway, so I’ll just come back after it.”
“Cool. Thanks.”
I don’t need to pull my eyes away to know the door to the studio is closed. The sound of the lock clicking into place seems louder than it needs to be. As if the echoing sound has to hum through this sizzling atmosphere so we both realize we’re alone once more.
On a time limit at that.
The way I’m dripping at the idea has me biting my bottom lip far too hard. It doesn’t make me flinch, though, despite the shot of pain I must have induced by piercing the flesh with my own teeth.
I can taste the blob of metallic texture along the punctured spot, but I can’t focus on that anymore because I’m captivated by the way Kenji prowls his way toward me, a low build of a growl beginning to ease into the atmosphere.
The sound has me quivering in need, my legs pressing together in hopes of taming the flood of slick begging to slip down my thighs.
“You weren’t going to behave, were you?” He grunts the words as if they’re a struggle to get out. It must be a pain to even think right now because the coursing intensity pulsing between us is mind-consuming.
“Nope,” I confess, as if I’m ready to reveal all my sins. “But you knew that.”
He has me pressed back against him in a heartbeat, his lips drowning me with desperate passion as we kiss like it’s our last.
“You think,” he begins as he briefly breaks the kiss to suck on my neck, triggering a moan from me, “I’d let that fucker enjoy the scent of your wetness for me?” My Kenji is mad. I can tell from the depth of his voice, which carries a possessive undertone. “To enjoy your sweet aroma that only grows with every damn second.”
His teeth taunt my flesh, triggering a moan that escapes my slightly parted lips while I let my head fall back so he has even more access.
“He’s not worthy of such luxury. Not a part of our pack who is allowed to enjoy your heightened scent. You’re what so many of these Alphas are dreaming about,” he mutters against my hot flesh while his hands glide down to lift my skirt, grabbing my bare ass cheeks. “By the time he dares get a scent of you, he’ll be reminded that you’re MY Omega, and I don’t hesitate to take care of what’s mine.”
His fingernails dig into my flesh just before he cups my ass cheeks and lifts me. I have no choice but to loop my arms around his neck, which makes him smirk deviously because I’m giving him what he wants.
The perfect opportunity to catch onto the scent of my pooling wetness.
“What Alpha would I be if I left my Omega unattended and dripping of slick, hmmm?” His taunts are driving me wild. “You set for me, Hummingbird?” he whispers into my ear and proceeds to tug my earlobe.
“Y-Yes.” I can’t resist him or the need to obey. I’m so wired up, my body feeling just as buzzed with heat, I just want to enjoy distracting myself.
With Kenji’s pierced cock…
The thought makes me groan before I can stop it, leaving Kenji to chuckle as he takes a few steps to lower me onto the ledge of the massive dashboard of various controls.
“What’s my Omega daydreaming about, hmmm?”
“Y-Y-Your pierced cock.” I can’t help but admit it because that’s what I want. What I desperately need. That’s what my Alpha can give to me in this intense moment of lust, and I expect him to fulfill my desperate desires. “Kenji, please?”
“God, woman,” he grunts loudly before he pulls back to peep into my pleading eyes. “You want to drive me mad, don’t you?”
He doesn’t let me answer, his lips already distracting me. He’s clearly multitasking because I can hear the way he’s shuffling his feet and a jingle of keys being dropped to the floor.
My curiosity can only imagine his sweatpants being dropped to his ankles and Kenji kicking them away like some sort of hindrance. I hope his boxers are gone, too, because I couldn’t care less about clothes.
I want to see Kenji all naked. The beautiful canvas of tattoos.
“I know what my Omega wants,” he moans against my lips. “But can you earn it?”
“Y-Yes.” I’m desperate to figure out what he’s going to do. “Anything for my Alpha.”
“Tempting,” he playfully states while pulling back and admiring me.
Even though I’m sitting on something, there’s not enough space to sit comfortably. In the back of my mind, I’m worried about all the various knicks and knobs behind me that run this master drive of creation in the heart of the studio.
Yet, I think that’s the least of Kenji’s concerns.
“Everyone says you have a bit of a dominating complex in you, Hummingbird?”
His revelation has my cheeks burning red while I’m trying not to scan his full frame when he takes a step back to look up at the ceiling.
I can see the way his eyes brighten, as if he’s been dawned with a ‘lightbulb moment’ that’s coming to fruition with the right steps put in place.
“I… don’t know,” I confess. Yes, the idea of taking the lead of a man is fucking hot, but no Alpha would allow that.
“We should try that,” he offers with a gleaming grin while he prowls forward until he’s between my legs. He grips my ankles, lifting them up until my feet have no choice but to place themselves on the edge of what I’m sitting on.
It has me spread wide for Kenji, and I can see that he’s struggling not to give in to whatever plot is buzzing in his mind. He seems to win the battle, though, because he further presses against me, my pussy feeling the thick hardness of his cock that’s pressing against his dark green boxers.
“But can my Omega be a submissive Queen for me first?” he ponders more to himself as he peers into my eyes.
“God, yes,” I moan pleadingly.
“What if I want you to stay in this position?” He guides my arms so they press together before gripping my wrists and raising them.
I have no choice but to peer farther up, noticing the hanging mic chord from the ceiling, which I realize is going to be a prop in this brewing fantasy. The mere idea of being tied up like this has me gushing, and from Kenji’s dark chuckle, he grasps what turns me on.
“Adventurous Hummingbird,” he praises me and takes a deep inhale. “The way I’m going to eat your pussy out.”
He’s taunting me with so many expectations, making me wiggle impatiently.
“Wiggle too much and you’ll fall off Astraea,” he warns a little more sternly. I guess the idea of me getting hurt bothers him enough to scold me.
“W-What about the equipment?” I know these keys aren’t waterproof. This whole place is probably millions of dollars.
We can’t possibly do the deed here… like this… right?
“What about it?” he mumbles, focusing on tying my wrists with the mic chord until I’m securely tied. He takes a step back, forcing me to balance in my spread-wide position.
It’s not uncomfortable, but goodness, it’s a position I’ve never been in before—especially in front of an Alpha.
“You wore white on purpose, huh?” he wonders as he enjoys the view, specifically my hard nipples poking against the thin fabric of my white top. I thought the white top and matching skirt would give an innocent professional look for the studio, but clearly, it’s been teasing my Kenji all this while. “We can’t be having you wear white in public. The Alphas will lose their shit.”
He walks away suddenly, and I can only wonder what he’s fetching when he opens a drawer from the other side. When he retrieves what he’s looking for, I’m surprised it’s a pair of scissors.
“I don’t have an extra set of clothes, Kenji,” I warn, but not in fear. The idea of this man destroying my clothes because he doesn’t want anyone else enjoying the sight he saw today is fucking hot.
Or I’m fucking crazy.
“Why don’t we worry about that after I fuck you senseless?” he offers with a cheeky grin that makes him so cunning.
It’s hot to see this deranged side of him.
Maybe to some, it would be frightening. Like a switch has suddenly been flicked off, but I feel an odd sense of safety, despite the list of risks we’re taking to fulfill this mini-fantasy.
“Would my Omega like that?” he asks, as if he can’t see how I’m trembling impatiently.
This is more than I could have bargained for, so why would I possibly “not” want this?
“Yes,” I moan in relief. “Please?”
“Fuck,” he groans with a gaze of hunger. “When you beg for me like that, it makes me want to give up on the idea of working today and just focus on you here all day and night.”
“W-We’d get in trouble,” I whisper while my eyes are glued to the way he tugs my fitted shirt and doesn’t hesitate to cut through it.
“Maybe.” I bet that’s a chance he’d take. “Or maybe we won’t.”
“You like to gamble.”
“Anyone loves to gamble when there’s nothing to lose, Hummingbird,” he declares as he goes down onto his knees—every inch it takes to the floor feels like it’s in slow motion.
By the time I realize what he’s doing, I’m fighting not to salivate because this tainted side of Kenzi is so hot—the possessive dominance and how the shadows of the studio lay along his face and muscles.
I’m yearning to see him naked, something I’m sure is coming once he’s done his share of taunting me senseless, but if this is how he is behind closed doors with me, I can only fathom what it’s like with Kai in the mix,
“I have no intention of losing you, Astraea,” he whispers.
Watching as he holds the scissors closer to my pussy, I feel the intense throbs of anticipation while I’m fighting to hold my breath.
“So spending a few million to clean up the mess we make is just a sacrifice I’m willing to make to please my Omega.”
My Omega…
The slip of fingers along the lace of my panties has me quivering at his touch, and the chill of the scissor blades only makes things more exhilarating.
“Look at that,” Kenji praises, admiring how my juices not only glisten along my pussy folds, but are dripping effortlessly. “So responsive to your Alpha’s foreplay. Turned on by the idea of being so close to danger, Hummingbird?”
“Y-Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I watch in fascination as he slices through the panties with the blades. “You won’t need this.”
“I need you,” I whine, desperate to be pleased. The throbbing ache is driving me insane, leaving me desperate for simulation.
“My Omega needs me,” he repeats in awe while he leans in close, still on his knees. “I should stop stalling, huh? You won’t change your mind, Hummingbird?”
“God, no,” I assure him. “I’ll be good. I want you. My Alpha. Please? Pretty please?”
“Those whimpering pleas will be the death of me,” he groans. Taking another exaggerated inhale, he sighs. “Fuck. The smell of your scent, matched with your arousal, is so fucking good. I could get high on this alone.”
I’m sure he means it with how his eyes darken in hunger while he takes a few more inhales. Placing his hands together, I can only wonder what he’s planning to do as he bows his head slightly.
“Thank you, God, for this meal. I’ll enjoy wholeheartedly.”
“K-K-Kenji,” I can’t even believe he’s ‘praying’ like I’m his last meal.
“Got to pay respects when due, Hummingbird,” he states with a wink before he grips my inner thighs and leans in between my legs. The first lick has me moaning as my eyes flutter closed, but that’s a pinch of tenderness he delivers because he’s sliding his tongue deep within, enjoying my pussy like his favorite dessert.
My hips rock against him, my body reacting instinctively as he works his magic with that tongue of his. I don’t know how I landed in a pack that loves to eat a woman out, but I’m so fucking thankful because it’s one of those sexual things that turns me on in so many ways.
The loud slurping noises, the deep thrusts, and the even louder suckles always drive me wild, building that sense of pleasure within my core—encouraging its growth with every devouring movement.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he briefly pulls out his tongue and viciously licks his lips. “You’re like a leaky faucet, Hummingbird. I’ve been cruel to you, haven’t I?”
“God, yes,” I moan, barely understanding what he’s saying. My senses are all over the place, but all I can focus on is how good this feels. “What… are you going to do about it?”
“I guess I should take care of you,” he says, more to himself. “My neglect as an Alpha has my poor Omega quivering for my pierced cock, hmm. How can I ever repay you?”
An outsider would think he’s being sarcastic, but I can acknowledge the genuine curiosity in his vocal commentary. As though he’s trying to comprehend what would be worthy of an execution to redeem my forgiveness.
“You can just fuck me like I’m your world?” I offer because I really want a good fucking. Not to say Icarus and Kai didn’t deliver—because they did beyond my expectations—but I don’t want Kenji holding back, thinking I’m some weak Omega who can’t take a rough fucking.
“Oh, Astraea,” he whispers as he leans back enough so I can see the admiration in his eyes. He stands up the next second, pulling off his shirt to reveal the plentiful inked artwork across his slim, chiseled flesh. “I think I need to remind you of something.”
“W-What?” I manage to choke out while I’m lost in admiring every muscled line along his chest, arms, and torso. I’m salivating at the V line that teases me dangerously from his dark green boxers, allowing me to focus on his thick bulge.
Kenji takes that moment to tug on the black waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough so they can drop effortlessly to his ankles, revealing his full naked frame to me.
I can’t fight the sigh of admiration that leaves me as I take it all in. From head to toe and back up again until I’m staring at his thick length that’s decorated in not one piercing but multiples.
Okay, I’m actually drooling.
“Today, I’m going to remind you, Astraea, that you are my world,” he vows, leaving my heart swollen with fluttering butterflies of happiness. “That’s why I waited until we’re in my oasis to fuck you the way I want to.”
“Your… oasis?” I whisper and watch as he strokes his cock that’s already dripping with precum. From how hard and veiny his cock is, matched with a tiny bump at the base of his length, I can tell it won’t be long before he’ll have to pull out.
That’s how turned on he is with me in this tiny pace.
“Yup. My peaceful oasis,” he reveals as he’s an inch from me. Guiding the head of his cock to my glistening folds, he enjoys the way I struggle with my tied wrists while I want to move just a bit more so his length can slide in. “This is the only place where I can shut my brain off.”
His admission has my attention now as I meet his eyes, watching the way he admires me. Not with just lust, but with a sense of wonderment you would witness between two long-lost lovers.
“When everything feels like it’s drowning, I come to the studio to silence it all. To bring me back to myself. To find that balance in this chaotic world,” he whispers as he glides his length along my folds while easing between my legs so he can bring his face close to mine. “A few hours of me and my thoughts. I write down all the mayhem and let it go. Drum out all the chaos until I’m so drenched in sweat and physically exhausted that I no longer want to do anything stupid.”
His forehead presses against mine, and he closes his eyes as if he needs a moment to just breathe and tame himself.
“All the studios have been packed for weeks now. It’s been making everything hard. Suffocating. To the point where I couldn’t figure a way out of the madness. I tried to ask for help… and it felt like I was discarded. Abandoned even. I made the decision that evening that if I couldn’t figure out a way to silence this crazed mind, I’d… just…” He struggles to even admit it.
“End it all?” I dare to say those dreadful words.
“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound sure. The smile that blossoms on his face makes him look so handsome and pure. “Then I met you.”
“Then you met me?” I repeat, realizing he’s referring to the night at the Meet-And-Greet. “That night… when you passed by the table to save the day.”
“Mhmm.” His lips lightly lay upon mine. “You know… when you’re in the room… when your scent drifts around me… all the chatter in my mind goes away. That peace I get here… it lingers with you. It makes my brain shut up for the night when I get the privilege of holding you in my arms.”
He kisses me lightly, groaning when he inches himself just slightly inside me. I can barely tame my breaths while the two of us feel connected in so many ways.
“I think clearly with you. Dream peacefully and dare hope for a future. You’re the breath of fresh air I didn’t realize I needed, and it’s been so hard resisting you. So hard to pretend when you enter the room, leaving me feeling alive and well.”
“Kenji…”
He pulls back enough so he can admire my face.
“So… I want this. Us. A future with you in our pack. I want to tell you this in this oasis. In a place where I’m completely at peace, thanks to this opportunity surprisingly given to me.”
“The studio… the opportunity was given?”
He smiles so sweetly, looking genuinely happy as he slowly nods.
“Icarus tried everything to get this studio but to no prevail. I came in today with the hopes it would be available by chance. The manager said it was reserved, but an Alpha hadn’t shown up yet, so I could use it until they do.”
“And what if that Alpha shows up now, with me tied up like this, and your cock inches from ruining me, hmm?”
“Well… he’d have to wait outside,” he says with a playful smirk. “But I don’t think he’s here.”
“Who is he?” I ponder.
“Hmmm.” I watch the way he pouts.
“What?”
“I’m not sure I want to hear you saying another man’s name with my cock halfway inside you.”
“Your cock is not half wa— Oh God,” I groan before I can finish the sentence as he purposely inches into me halfway. “Fuck… you’re massive… and those piercings… God.”
“The famous Blair Vesper,” he continues our conversation, revealing who scheduled this studio space. “The manager said he booked it last minute, and they cleared the space for him, but he hasn’t shown up yet.” He shrugs slightly while trying to concentrate.
“Would have got you an autograph if I got the chance to bump into him.”
“Not naked with your pierced Willy Wonka, you wouldn’t.”
“Willy what?”
“You haven’t watched the movie?”
“No.”
“That needs to be thrown onto the movie night list,” I conclude, fighting not to smile. “Lean in closer.”
“Why?” He smirks when I pout my lips.
“I have a secret.”
“A dirty little secret?” he wonders and decides to sink in deeper, making us both moan at how he fills me up. “Fuck, Rae. Can your secret hold off until we’re done?”
I giggle at his impatience.
“If you wait, I ain’t telling you,” I huff with a stick of my tongue.
“You suck at being submissive.”
“You didn’t ask me to tell you,” I offer in return.
“Even if I did, you’d defy me,” he whines but lowly chuckles as he takes those last inches and sinks right to his base—just above his brewing knot that’s gotten slightly bigger.
“Y-Yeah,” I pant, realizing I shouldn’t draw this out any longer because, fuck, I want to enjoy the orgasms this man will give me.
“Sing to me, Hummingbird,” he teases as he leans in close, our noses touching. “Tell me your dirty little secret.”
“It’s not dirty.” I try not to giggle, but I do my best to lean in enough to kiss him lightly. “Blair Vesper.”
“What about him?” he grunts in disapproval but doesn’t try to stop me from continuing.
“Not him,” I whisper and lean back so our eyes can lock. “Her.”
“Her?”
“Her,” I whisper, waiting for it to click in.
It takes a few seconds before his eyes widen.
“Her…” he whispers in awe. “You?”
“Me.”
“Blair Vesper… is our Hummingbird.” His voice is so tender, and I can catch the hint of pride laced in his conclusion. That’s only confirmed when his smile grows, and his eyes twinkle with elation. “That’s brilliant!”
“I-Is it?” I don’t expect him to look so happy for me. “You’re not… mad?”
“Our Omega is a multimillion-dollar lyricist, striving in a male-dominated world that thinks she’s an Alpha!” he summarizes. “Why would I be mad? This is sensational! I should reward you.”
“Reward m— EEP!” He easily hooks his arms under my spread legs and takes me into his arms, followed with pleasure from how his cock effortlessly slides into my throbbing, wet pussy. “F-F-Fuck,” I groan and have to fight not to roll my eyes back completely. “K-Kenji.”
“From how your pussy is squeezing me so tightly, you’re already loving this reward, aren’t you, my talented Omega?” Kenji groans. He’s enjoying the sight of me dangling like this while his cock is deeply inside me, and my legs are snaked around him. “You’re going to be obsessed with this angle.”
“But what if… the cord gets loose or something?”
“I’ll catch you,” he says with so much confidence. “Because in this oasis, you’re mine to protect, Astraea.”
His words surprise me.
“And even when we leave this peaceful wonderland where creation is infinite, I’ll be right there to shield you from all the madness in our cruel world.” He looks me dead in the eye when he says every word, leaving my heart to swell in pure admiration. “Because that’s what our Astraea deserves. To be protected and cherished while you share your talent with the world.”
“Kenji…” I yearn to kiss him, my eyes dropping to his lips, which are so close yet so far. He gets the message because his eyes soften while he closes the distance between us, our lips crashing together in a soothing, deep kiss.
“Let’s reward my perfect Omega,” he groans between kisses, pulling his cock out slightly, only to slam right in, igniting a moan from me.
Being fucked while suspended in the air like this is a newfound territory my body enjoys very much. The heightened sensation, the constant swings, and the lingering idea of the cord snapping give me a whole new high of exhilaration.
It’s dangerously addicting as we rock together at the perfect rhythm, his deep thrusts hitting angles I’ve never experienced could ignite so much heightened pleasure.
The warmth of my pulsing pussy snakes around him so tightly, matched with his hard shaft with those piercings that are driving me fucking mad. I always envisioned it would be uncomfortable or even painful, yet it feels so fucking good, it’s hard not to lose yourself so quickly.
I’m fighting hard not to cum, my whimpers and moans growing to babble outcries as my whole body contracts and waits for the grand finale of bliss building between us.
I can tell Kenji is close, his words of praise shifting into mangled grunts and moans. His fingertips dig deep into my flesh as he squeezes my ass to keep me still. He hammers into me, nice and deep, leaving him sweaty and breathless, yet so close to what our bodies desire.
My body is quaking in desperation when I can feel how thick Kenji’s cock is. When I can grasp the thick knot that’s desperate to keep us together. The crazier part this time than my previous sexual encounters is how much stronger my craving is for his knot.
The idea of us being together in that heightened blessing of euphoria isn’t catastrophically frightening.
My body craves it.
My mind accepts it.
Truthfully, I can see a future with Kenji in the equation.
Kenji, Icarus, Kai, and even Nathaníel…
I can’t grasp if this is the stepping stone that will ignite it all, but I don’t fight it. There’s no strength to fight it in this position.
If it’s fate, let it be.
“Omega.” Kenji’s voice is the deepest I’ve heard it, the primal gravel proving his Alpha instincts are completely in control. “Do you yearn for my knot?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in my voice. I want this. Him. His pack. I want to be theirs. Not temporarily. Permanently. “Yes, please?”
He groans as if it’s taking everything to restrain himself.
“Astraea,” he chokes out. “You’ll be ours. Do you understand that? There’s… no going back. This doesn’t become a temporary resolution.” He grunts something inaudible, slowing his pace as his breathing becomes ragged.
I don’t want him to be in any pain, but to see him stopping his urges to ensure this is what I want makes me want to hug and hold him—forcing me to acknowledge I’m still tied.
“I know what I want,” I breathe as my body quakes impatiently. All my senses are high, so ready to go over the edge. “Please, Kenji. I want your knot… want your pack. I want this. Crave this. Please… let me be in control of this.”
That’s the underlying truth of this coincidental connection I’ve found with this pack. The control they allow me to have in this dynamic. The control I’ve craved to experience in my life that felt always cycled around my control being taken from me.
In truth, that’s all it came down to.
To be in control of what happens in my own life and be proud of the decisions and mistakes I’ve made.
Down to my core, I know this won’t be a mistake. I’m confident I’m meant to be with these men who’ve entered my life and caused chaos and change.
It’s frightening, yet I know these men will ignite new experiences that we can trend through together.
“You will always be in control when with us, Hummingbird,” Kenji assures me. “Brace yourself, Omega.”
He’d slowed his pace when we were talking, but now that he has my permission, he allows himself to ease into me at his full length, my pussy taking every inch of him down to the base.
“Y-Y-Yes,” I drawl out my submission as I grasp just how amazing this feels. The mesmerizing tingles of lust are creeping through me, from my toes upward, as I brace for my climax.
It’s this moment when I feel Kenji’s knot swell, stretching my contracting pussy walls even farther. My whimper spikes as the pain and pleasure mix, but I stand my ground because I want this. Accepted this.
“Astraea,” Kenji hisses breathily. “Let’s cum together, Hummingbird. If it hurts, bite me all you want, hmm?” He inches out slightly before sinking in deep once again, securing his knot, which expands further.
I cry out, tugging my captive wrists before leaning to press my chin into his shoulder.
“Relax, baby,” he coos between grunts. “You’re doing so good taking my knot. Let yourself enjoy the pleasure that follows.”
I know he’s right because I’m tipping over the edge, feeling the need to return the favor somehow. It’s the weirdest sensation that overcomes me, but I bite into the side of Kenji’s neck—as if the need to give him pain and pleasure in return has overpowered all my other senses.
His growling groan follows with him squeezing my ass cheeks and pressing us as tightly together as possible. I’m sure I’m hurting him with how deeply I’m sinking my teeth, but I suck just as quickly, hoping it leaves a hickey he can boast about to the others.
One of many…
The pressure of his knot, matched with all this sensational pleasure, sends me over the edge, my climax consuming me. I can’t even cry out as my body pulses with pleasure, my pussy pulsing around Kenji’s cock, leaving him groaning my name.
“Fuck, Astraea,” he seethes heavily, and I can tell he’s coming undone. “That’s it, Omega.” I can feel every shot of his release while his knot settles in—locking us together.
I could be delusional at this point, but my nostrils pick up on how our scents blend. They mix and intertwine, the scent shifting into something different yet unique to our signature aromas.
I can’t quite grasp it, my mind spinning while my body is tingling with bliss. This level of euphoria is another level I can’t comprehend, but I don’t fight it.
“Astraea?”
“Hmm…” I don’t realize my arms are no longer tied until I open my eyes enough to see I’m still in Kenji’s arms, resting against his naked frame, but he’s sitting in the studio chair while one of his hands is running lightly along my back.
“Think we’ll be stuck for a while,” he admits. “Are you okay? I was a bit rough.”
“I loved it,” I admit the truth. “My body feels like jelly, though.”
“Oops.” He chuckles.
“No regret at all,” I huff in disdain. “If I could move, I’d push you away.”
“Nah, you wouldn’t,” he hums and continues to rub my back. The sensation is extremely relaxing. “You know… I’m meeting my sister later.”
“Your sister?” My heart skips at the revelation.
“Mhmm.” He sounds so content. “She’s in town… didn’t think she’d be around.” He’s quiet for a few minutes. “I’m hoping she can stay long enough to see us perform our new stuff.”
“You want to make a new song?” I ponder as my eyes drift close.
“A new album,” he admits quietly. “The band is gonna change. We have to figure it out… but I think it’s for the better. It’ll be hard… and nerve-wracking the next few weeks before we launch the tour, but… I think it’ll be the best achievement in my life.”
I feel his lips lightly on my left temple, making me further relax into him.
“Though, meeting you is probably the greatest achievement I could be privileged to experience,” he confesses. “Astraea?”
I want to answer him. I really do. Yet, I’m too tired.
“Thank you for taking a chance with us.” His words are far away but the tender thankfulness is loud and clear. “For not letting this movement stop you from being ours.”
Knot their Omega movement… I guess that’s the original intention of its creation, but what if the underlying movement is to force Alpha and Omegas to come together in desperation and realize this connection isn’t as bad as we all assume?
That despite the differences, we can come together and thrive together? That we don’t have to do everything on our own in this crazed world.
It’s the last thing I can envision before I drift into peaceful slumber.