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?
Chapter
Three
NOA
“Orla?”I ask, gazing at her. My hand falls away from her as if it’s on fire. “Fuck, was I too rough?”
“She passed out,” Harris says breathlessly, his head dropping to her chest. His cum is sliding out of her pussy to mix with her slick, and I worry that he’s going to crush her. I almost slap him before I realize that he’s listening to her heartbeat. His knot is still inside her, so it’s not like he can go anywhere anyway. “She’s fine, man.”
“I don’t know what got into me,” I confess. There aren’t any marks on her neck. The guys and I are pretty rough with each other. There are the rumors that say that we’re fucking groupies across the country, but that’s all they are.
Fiction. Lies that fuel the narrative that we’re rockstars that also fuck like gods. Based on how hard Orla’s orgasm hit her, they may not be lies, but we aren’t fucking anyone else outside of our group.
“You’re mad at her,” Trick murmurs, laying down beside them. Harris flips over while still connected to Orla so that she’ssprawled over his body. “I want to know what was going through her mind when she decided to cut us off.”
