“She’s been suffering,” Harris adds, his fingers running through her hair. “Just thinking about the dickheads she may have had on standby for her heats makes me want to hit someone. I can’t believe she’s an omega.”
“I think we broke her heart,” I finally admit. “I could see that she was upset that night we left. We were so excited, we let her push off her feelings about it.”
“She’s the one who told us to sign with Knot a Fairytale Records,” Trick sighs. “Orla wanted this for us as much as anyone.”
“Maybe,” I mutter. “You heard her. She’s been avoiding our very existence. I’m pretty sure she hid the fact that she’s an omega from us too.”
My hand palms the redness on her ass, the area warm not only from the blood rising, but also from her heat.
“We wouldn’t have left,” Harris says. “I knew there was something off that day. I growled at her and she fucking responded to it. We’ve been in love with her for longer than it was appropriate. Omega, beta, or alpha, it doesn’t matter. I was just looking for something that would tell me she felt the same way.”
“We were so blind,” Trick grunts. “She wanted to tell us something. Do you think it’s about her heat?”
“Maybe. I’m not going to be able to refuse her anything,” I warn. “Knowing she’s wanted us for all this time…”
“She’ll wear all our bites by the end of her heat,” Harris growls. Fuck, is that sexy. “We’ll take care of her the way she deserves, and then find a way to make this work.”
“You saw those photos from Meryl,” I remind him. We’ve had a private investigator looking for her all this time. “She worksthat bar like she owns it. Can we really drag her away from her life?”
“What life?” Trick asks. “She shares a tiny apartment with someone else, walks home alone every night, and is a ghost of the girl we know. That’s what we know from what Meryl sent us over the last few days alone. Also Orla had someone other than us following her.”
My heart clenches as I remember the guy who was tailing her home. Harris punched him until he went unconscious, and then Trick and I put the guy where he belonged: in the dumpster. Lifting Harris’ hand, I sigh as I gaze at his bruised knuckles. At least as the drummer of our band, he can still play.
Orla moans in her sleep, and I watch as her hips twist over Harris’ knot. It’s like she’s trying to chase her next orgasm from the veil of unconsciousness. Harris’ hands move to her ass, trying not to move as his face contorts with pleasure.
“Alpha,” she whimpers, the sound going straight to my cock as she pushes her upper body up slightly.
As her eyes open, I can see her pupils are completely blown with desire. She’s all instincts and need.
“Take what you need, Little Omega,” I croon, having a feeling Orla isn’t home. Something isn’t right about this heat, not that we’ve ever been a part of one before.
Stretching like a cat, Orla begins to ride Harris’ knot. Based on the sounds he’s making as he gazes at her as if she hung the moon, it apparently feels really fucking good. Holding her hand out to me, she grabs my hand and tugs at me until I’m pressed against her back.
My cock lays heavy against her ass, and she whines as she reaches behind herself to stroke it. Kissing her shoulder, I push down on the crown of my head until it’s nestled between her ass cheeks. I should grab the lube…
My hips push forward to test the waters, and I almost whimper when my crown finds very little resistance. There’s so much fucking slick, her asshole is begging to be fucked.
“Damn, that’s a pretty sight,” Harris growls.
Orla clenches down on us both, and the tip of my cock weeps with precum. Holding tightly to her hips, I surge forward, in awe as she takes me in one, smooth thrust.
“Yes!” she screams, her hand moving to grip my wild black hair. It’s floppy and full of curls, something the crowd loves when I take the stage.
But none of that matters. I have everyone I need in this room. My lips press against her throat, silently begging her to forgive us. There’s been so much wasted time.
Between the two of us, Harris and I take turns rocking our hips to push Orla closer to her release. She’s so wet, Harris finds that he can actually pull his knot slightly out before fucking it back inside of her. On the other hand, I have to be more gentle because of my Jacob’s ladder.
I’ll never forget the way she patiently held my hand during it. The piercings themselves weren’t terrible, I mostly wanted to milk the sympathy points so I could have Orla to myself. The guys gave me hell for milking it for so long.
“Alpha,” she whimpers, pulling on my hair as she twists her head so I can kiss her. Due to my height, it’s not as awkward as it could be.
“Tell me,” I whisper against her lips as we come up for air.
“Harder,” Orla begs.
Groaning, I begin to piston my hips, pushing her forward slightly so that I’m able to get deeper inside her.
Her sex noises get louder, making my knot feel heavier. My thighs hit her ass as the wet sounds of her slick add to the percussion of our fucking. Getting up on his knees, Trick strokes his cock as he approaches Orla.
