Chapter 2 #2
“She tastes like those peanut butter chocolate cups,” Trick groans. “Orla, why did you run?”
“The masks, idiot,” Noa snorts, grinning. “We didn’t want anyone to know we skipped the meet and greet after the show, but we didn’t think she’d run.”
My mouth is full of cock, so I flick him off, despite my trapped arms.
“I know, I know. You think I should sit on it and take it for a spin,” he mutters.
Almost choking, my lips split into a grin as I suck on Trick’s cock. All that ends as my amusement flees from the pain as my stomach cramps hard. I can taste bile, it hurts so much.
“Fuck,” Harris whispers, getting up. “I’m really sorry about this.”
I can’t ask him what he means before I feel his thick, pierced crown bumping against my entrance.
“You need a load of cum in your needy little pussy, don’t you, baby?” Trick croons. Slick slips down my thighs as his long fingers cup my face.
He’s a guitarist, and the rifts in Frozen Hearts songs are the thing of magic. That’s why it hurts so much to listen to.
Harris pushes his way into my pussy as I whine, all thoughts falling away.
“Mine,” he snarls, his frenulum piercing lighting up my nerve endings. “You shouldn’t have run.”
I don’t know if he means that I shouldn’t have left Wisconsin, or that I shouldn’t have run this time. It doesn’t matter right now, because he’s giving me what I’ve wished for every day since I was sixteen years old.
His cock slams into me, forcing me down Trick’s cock. Noa smirks as he watches us before disappearing from my view.
“I think you have another hole to plug,” he murmurs, the only warning before he pushes several thick fingers inside my asshole.
Noa, my sweet boy who has always felt my pain, even when I’ve hidden it. His fingers widen and push inside of me, his chest vibrating with a deep purr. I have no doubt that people have fallen for him just from the sound of his voice as he’s crooned into his microphone night after night.
“You’re so goddamned stubborn,” Trick murmurs. “When are you going to figure it out? Take a nice, deep breath, pretty girl. You choke on my cock so fucking well.”
Preening, I suddenly make a face as I realize he insulted me. Rude.
Chuckling, Trick pulls back until just the crown of his cock is between my lips. My tongue laps at the precum dripping from his slit, and his knot is thick with unspilled cum.
“Keep insulting me and I’ll bite you,” I growl.
Harris chuckles under his breath, reaching between us to pinch my clit. My eyes widen, but before I can scream, Trick slams back down my throat, muffling the noise. Harris seems to have me figured out, because I fucking love it rough.
My body twitches with the force of my emotions as I come, and Harris rocks his knot along my entrance, flirting with fucking me with it.
“You can’t knot her here,” Noa groans. His fingers slide out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. “Let me call Maurice. He’ll find us a place.”
The orgasm makes me feel lightheaded, and the guys quickly redress me before Harris picks me up in his arms.
“I was promised your cum,” I pout, my nerves feeling fried. I’m too damn sensitive right now.
Frowning, I push the mask away so I can gaze at his face. Bursting in tears, I graze his skin with my fingers, taking a deep breath of his scent as I sob.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “You were supposed to answer my fucking call.”
“You left!” I cry, gasping as Trick fixes his pants. “I couldn’t stay and fuck up your lives.”
“I told you she was going to say that,” Trick mutters.
“Yeah, Maurice,” Noa says into the phone, already dressed. “We found her, but we need a place to go. Somewhere that’ll be secure for the next three or four days.”
The guys start to walk and Noa rattles off the address of where we are.
“Does it sound like I care?” Noa asks into the phone. “Move shit around. Our girl is in heat. The world can fuck itself.”
Our girl.
“I’m not yours,” I sniff. The lie sits badly. Their scents settle my cramps for the moment, and the truth hits me like a ton of bricks. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmhmm,” Harris mutters. “So goddamned stubborn.”
His lips take the edge off his words as he kisses me, his feet sure and steady. Trick grabs his arm anyway, makes sure he doesn’t trip and drop me. The guys have easily touched each other, and there were rumors that they may be fucking around together.
I’m not one to shame, and it would make sense since they’re all so close. I’ve loved them as long as I can remember, why would I begrudge them that for each other?
“Thanks, Maurice,” Noa says, hanging up. “There’s a place around the corner. It’ll open up with the code.”
Harris breaks the kiss, and I shake my head, hoping to be able to regain my brain cells.
“What is going on?” I ask finally.
“Do you really not pay attention to anything that we do anymore?” Noa asks, looking hurt.
“I can’t handle it,” I admit. “I asked my boss to make sure your songs don’t get played anymore at the bar. It hurts too much.”
“We played Minneapolis tonight,” he says finally, sighing.
“We’ve been looking for you for three years.
A private detective texted us with a photo of you tonight.
We needed proof that he’d found you. He’s been following your breadcrumbs for the last couple of weeks, and then we had to make sure our schedule would allow us to come to you. ”
Hmm. Maybe that’s why I’ve felt watched all night.
“I’ve been here the entire time,” I mutter. The pains begin again, and I whine. Using my arm strength, I reach up for Harris’ neck and lift myself so I can bury my face in the divot in his throat.
He’s so fucking tall, he must have had to contort himself to fuck me in that position. Breathing deeply, I find myself wanting to bite him. Instead, I suck hard on the pulse in his throat, making his legs almost buckle.
“Orla!” he yells. “Fuck, I’m going to fuck you again against the wall if you don’t behave.”
“Promises, promises. You taste so good, I may take a bite out of you,” I say, gasping as I watch him open his pants. “You wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, that’s a silly thing to say. You just waved the red flag in front of him. Also, your bite isn’t a threat. It’s a promise,” Trick drawls.
Harris is walking, his thick cock out with no remorse, and he pulls his mask back down with a smirk. Noa and Trick make quick work of removing my boots and pants, while I’m panting excitedly at what’s going to happen.
“You went and left us,” Harris says dangerously. His cock is warm and fraught with the promise of the perfect punishment as his hands hold me just over it.
“Harris,” I whine. “I couldn’t stay, not without you. Besides, you left first. You know you had to, there’s no way I could destroy your dream.”
“We should have taken you with us,” Harris grunts, pulling me down the length of his cock. “That’s it, Orla. Feel how good my dick makes you feel. You’ll never need another pack to fuck you…ever.”
“You can’t…use that…against me!” I scream, my breaths heaving as he uses my cunt like a pogo stick.
“We aren’t,” Trick promises, watching as Noa stops at a brownstone. The three of them clomp up the stairs in their shitkickers while my fingers dig into Harris’ arms, and Noa enters the code quickly.
“Inside before she attracts attention,” he says. “You scream all you want, baby. We're going to help you with that nasty pain.“
My eyes have to be blown wide as I drop my head back to look at him, and his hand becomes a fist as he watches me.
“Strip her,” he orders once we’re all inside.
Trick pulls off my coat before Noa almost rips my shirt off, and like a caveman, he pulls out a knife to cut my bra off me. Pouting at the ruined material, I find myself forgetting why I should care as Harris changes the position slightly to hit the perfect spot inside of me.
“That’s it,” he praises. “You can chew Trick out later, Sweet Girl. For now, come on my cock before I knot your pussy.”
“Is that a promise?” I sass, moaning as his cock glides along my inner walls. “You seem to be full of them, but there’s been very little delivery.”
His slap on my ass is almost expected, and my body reacts instinctually as I rise and fall on his cock.
“More,” I gasp.
“You’re full of surprises,” he whispers, kissing me. He bites down on my bottom lip, and I find myself wishing that he’ll break the skin.
There’s so many unsaid words between us. So many what ifs and should haves. There’s one thing I do know though: they are born for the stage and the fame.
The three of them toss away their masks, making me simper. Noa winks at me, his hoody already thrown to the side.
My skin feels as if it’s vibrating with need, and I feel the urge to warn them as they walk into the first bedroom they see. Clothes are flying in every direction as they strip, and it would be comical if I wasn’t in so much pain.
I have gotten really good at hiding it, but the flush of heat traveling over my body is a bad sign. I should be able to regulate this better if I am getting properly dicked down.
“Guys,” I gasp, crying out as Harris crawls onto the bed with me.
“What is it, baby?” Trick asks, pushing back my sweaty hair.
“I might black out,” I confess, my back bowing as Harris continues to thrust. He freezes at my words, and I shake my head. “Don’t stop!”
“I want to listen to you,” he mutters, caging me with his arms as he begins to fuck me into the mattress. His face buries itself in my tits, and I scream as he sucks on my nipple so hard, the frisson of pain actually clears my mind slightly.
“This isn’t a normal heat,” I whimper. “It’s burning hotter than normal.”
“It’s because we’re here,” Trick says. “You’re already upset, and we’re your scent matches. I don’t know how the fuck we didn’t know before.”
“You hid it,” Harris accuses me, though he never stops fucking me. If this was some random alpha, I’d be annoyed, but he’s doing what I asked.
“The music was more important than me,” I say, my voice getting thready and hoarse. I’m definitely losing my hold on myself.
Soon I’ll be nothing but a mindless, horny omega that begs for knots, and fuck…bites. I always try to keep a semblance of control during my heats because I don’t trust anyone. This isn’t a normal pack though.
These are my guys. The ones I’ve been in love with for so damn long.
“Says who?” Noa asks, crowding me on the other side. It takes me a second to latch onto the thread of conversation, before I realize that he’s talking about my importance. “I don’t care how excited we were or how hard we worked, it means nothing without you.”
His fingers wrap around my throat, and I drop my head back more to give him room. As they tighten, I can feel a heaviness grow in my body. Harris lifts one of my legs over his shoulder as he begins to stretch me with his knot, and Noa squeezes tighter.
My nails rake down Harris’ skin as I sob, my other wrapped around his waist, my heel digging into his ass to encourage him to keep going.
“Fuck, you like this,” Noa says, wonder filling his gaze. “Such a kinky omega.”
My lips twitch in amusement until Noa shuts off my airflow.
Jokes on you. I don’t need to breathe to orgasm.
Trick lazily pulls and twists my nipples, his eyes on my cunt as Harris fills it. My legs are shaking with the need to come, and my lungs burn as my oxygen threatens to run out. Yet, it all strangely works as I begin to suck Harris’ knot inside of me.
“Orla,” he groans, his hips straining forward as his hand keeps me in place. There’s discomfort in accepting a knot, but it also feels so good.
My body knows it’s getting what it craves, and it relaxes slightly from the tight bow of pain that I was becoming.
My lips open in a wordless scream as I come, his knot slipping into place so quickly he has to catch himself.
Trick’s hand slaps against Harris’ shoulder to stop him from falling on top of me, and the last thing I see before I pass out is the way they all gaze at me with their hearts in their hands.
Is it too little too late?