Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
ORLA
Desperate times make me believe I’m Superwoman.
There’s no other reason to explain why I thought I’d be able to escape a pack of alphas.
Sprinting down the street leading to the back of my building, I pray that I’ll be fast enough to outrun the large men whose footsteps are pounding down the pavement.
My ears ring as my heartbeat drops, rises, and explodes to the tune of what I am.
Prey.
I don’t know why they know my name, but anyone who is masked, isn’t someone that I should want to catch me.
I go out a lot with Mickey and his pack to dance, and I use the time to find my next heat hookup.
There could be a lot of reasons why someone knows me, yet they wouldn’t be hiding their faces from me like this.
I also don’t know anyone who is as gorgeous as these men. Fuck, no. Bad Orla!
And yet, the slutty omega in my mind whispers that I should slow down just a little. If they catch me, I’d let them fuck me. Everything hurts, and I can tell that this is going to be a particularly bad heat.
If I can just get up to my apartment, I can call the police from the safety of my nest. I’ll be sure to warn them that I’m in heat so they won’t expect a statement from me either.
I have a date with my toys. Jumping on a box, I leap for the bottom rung of the fire escape and begin pulling myself up.
Just because I work with men, doesn’t mean I’ve never changed a keg out by myself. I’m strong, curvy, and in so much trouble.
Steel wrapped arms slam into my waist, the force short circuiting my brain as I scream. My fingers slip from the ladder, and I begin to fall, this alpha’s arms still around my waist.
He must have had to have leapt after me to catch me.
“What the fuck?!” I wail, twisting to rain blows down on his shoulders and face. His hood is shoved back, and I catch a glimpse of blue, spiked hair before I hear a gasp.
Pushing me against the wall, the blue haired alpha wraps his fist in my hair before slanting my mouth to the side to slam his mouth down on mine.
It says a lot as my body burns with my heat that I melt slightly to kiss him back. I can taste a hint of apples as his tongue grazes mine. His mask is molded to his face, and my hands fist his hoody.
“Are you done fighting us now?” the honeyed voice smirks.
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Punching him in the gut, I push him away and dart around him, only to be caught up in another alpha’s arms. Their scents smell familiar, but I can’t stop freaking out long enough to figure out why.
Everything is jumbled. Hunching over in his arms, I scream as pain rips through me. These men shouldn’t know my name, and I don’t know why they do.
The pain is just too much.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, his voice almost muffled.
“Fuck, she smells so good. Her scent has always made me wild, but now…”
“You’re an omega,” the alpha holding my arms says, almost stumbling back. “Why—”
“Why am I an omega?” I ask. I can smell his deep mocha scent, and all I want to do is drop to my knees to find out if his cum will taste the same. I’m really losing the plot, and when that happens, my sarcasm gets thicker. “I shouldn’t have to explain the birds and the bees to you, big guy.”
I can feel my energy sapping as I shove his arms off me. Glancing at the fire escape, I admit to myself that I’m fucked, without the orgasms and knots that usually come with it. I’m not going to be able to get away.
“I need to go,” I wheeze, my arm wrapping around my waist.
The fever of my heat makes me feel sick, and I turn as I puke on the ground. It’s vile and tastes disgusting. Tears slide down my face as I feel sorry for myself. I’m trapped with no escape. These alphas could do anything to me.
I don’t think I’d have the strength to say no. All I want is to be fucked against the wall, holes filled with knots. My heat feels like a cresting wave that’s threatening to crash over me.
Once it does, I won’t be able to resist what comes next. That’s the terrible thing about limiting my heats. It means that I risk getting hit with a heat that might rob me of my voice. That’s a scary thing to have happen with strangers.
It’s been a danger that I’ve been flirting with for about a year, and I think I may finally have to pay the Piper.
Gazing up, I expect to see disgust, but instead, the alpha half holding me up pulls down his hoody sleeve to wipe my mouth and hands me a flask.
“It’s not water, but it’ll help with the taste, baby,” he says.
Taking it, I pull away from him and take a deep drink, swirling it around in my mouth. Spitting it out, I take another sip of the whiskey in the flask and swallow. I’m already in deep trouble.
The time to run is long past.
I have two alphas in my view, and it’s when the last one molds his chest against my back that I whine pathetically. A woodsy scent wraps around my body, making me want to climb him like a tree.
The flask drops from my numb fingers, and the alpha in front of me catches it quickly. His lips are moving, but I can’t hear a word. My ears are ringing with anxiety, my body begging to be taken care of.
I’ve survived worthless alphas touching me to get through a heat. Strangers fucking me in an alley would simply be the cherry on the sundae to show how far I’ve fallen.
Black spots pepper my vision as the alpha behind me drags his tongue along my skin. Fingers deftly open my pants, he ignores the warning growls from the men surrounding us as he pulls down the zipper and shoves his hand deep inside my pants.
“You’re drenched,” he whispers. His fingers spear into my needy cunt, and the alphas moving closer to us cup their cocks as they groan. “So fucking warm too, Little Omega. Why did you go to work while riding the edge of your heat?”
“That was stupid,” the alpha with the blue hair growls.
I can’t help my mouth, even as I ride this very talented alpha’s fingers. They curve deliciously inside of me, grazing my g-spot perfectly. My head drops back despite how annoyed I am with him, and I whimper as he follows my body’s cues.
“I had a pack on standby,” I say unthinkingly, whimpering as the alpha holding me grazes my clit with his thumb. I’m about to die from edging. I just know it.
The blue haired alpha yanks my head back as he snarls in my face.
“What goddamned pack?” he asks. All I can focus on is the way his green eyes sparkle with jealousy. Hmm, he doesn’t even know me.
“The pack that was supposed to fuck me,” I whine, my hips rocking forward as I beg for more attention. “No, don’t stop.”
“That’s cute that you think anyone will be fucking you but us.
I’m not going to stop until you’re squirting all over my hand like the needy omega that you are,” the alpha with his fingers deep in my cunt growls.
His other arm is wrapped tightly around me, and he slides up my shirt to tweak my nipple hard.
My scream as my cunt clenches around his fingers is met with thickening alpha scents that make me whine with need.
Dropping to his knees, the blue haired alpha peels my pants down my thighs until I can’t move my legs to kick him.
“Turn her around,” he growls, making my nipples pebble with desire as the alpha holding me shoves down my coat until my arms are also immobile. “I need to taste the mess she has painting her thighs. I can’t fucking believe she’s in heat.”
I squeal with unhappiness as fingers are removed from my needy cunt, and my body is turned quickly. Shoving my back forward, the alpha with the woodsy scent’s hoody falls back to reveal his magenta hair.
No fucking way.
“Trick?” I whimper, gasping as the alpha behind me shoves his face between my legs. His pierced tongue drags along my arousal, and if I’m right about who these guys are, it means this is a new piercing.
The wet sounds my pussy makes would be embarrassing if I wasn’t past caring. The alpha eats pussy like he’s starved and I shamelessly push my ass backward, desperate for more.
“Shhh, baby,” Trick whispers, dragging his zipper down as he sucks my slick off his fingers. Without warning, Trick pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck without being told to. “You’re already drooling for my cock, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s so good.”
The alpha next to me has his dick already out, and he strokes it as he watches me clean up Trick’s fingers. His face is still covered, his hood up, and the anonymity is sexy as fuck. His tattooed hand is covered in black ink, and I moan as the cool air covers my skin in goosebumps.
Fuck, I can see that his dick is inked too from here. Noa, you have changed so much. No one can tell me that’s not who that is.
“We need to do something about your heat. You live upstairs?” Trick asks, pulling his fingers out of my mouth as he releases his cock to smear my spit all over it.
“With a roommate,” I confess, my eyes nearly crossing as fingers begin to fuck my pussy. I’m having trouble tracking the conversation. I just want to feel.
“Hmm,” Trick grunts, his palm using his precum to stroke his cock. Making a face, he spits on it, his smoky brown gaze hooding as he watches my face. I’m so damn close. “Open for me like a good girl.”
Shuddering, I open my mouth and drop my tongue anxiously.
It’s like my every wet dream come true. Trick drops the heavy weight of his cock on my tongue, and I breathe in his manly scent that’s uniquely him.
His hips shove his shaft deep into my mouth, making me moan as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard on his cock.
“God,” he whispers up in prayer. “Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?”
Tears fill my eyes from shame and the sting of his cock obstructing my airway as he fucks himself deeper down my throat. He can punish me however he wants, as long as I get the reward of his cum too. Harris spanks my ass as he eats me out, and I groan as the heat of it spreads.
“So damn perfect,” he praises, his pierced tongue swirling over my clit.