“I’ve never felt this way before.”
It’s like an echo of the same words from every angle.
“I’ll suck the cum right out of you until you see stars.”
... maybe not that last one.
Holy fuck.
I shoulder past a line of fans and can just make out Cal, who’s the tallest and biggest guy in the room. He’s standing in a protective stance and I hope like hell it’s Sin he has pressed up against him. Then he’s on the move, barrelling forward. I squeeze my way through the crowd, breathing through my mouth and slapping away hands as I go.
It doesn’t stop them from touching my ass, or from ripping at my waistband and tweaking my fucking nipples. Something slices my skin and I cradle my hand with a hiss.
I’ve never felt so objectified. Our fans are terrifying like this.
It’s like they’ve lost the fucking plot.
“I’ve seen you eight times before, but tonight blew everything else out the water.”
“Oh my gods, it was like an out-of-body experience. I think I came from listening to you play.”
“Want me to blow you, baby? Make you feel as good as you made me tonight?”
Fuck no. Fuck off. And fuck you. Those are the thoughts running in a loop through my head.
I shoulder my way through as many of them as I can, not even bothering to smile or to speak empty pleasantries like I would normally. My buzz has well and truly faded and I want nothing more than to get back to the hotel and take a long shower. The feeling of other people’s hands and sweat on me has me shuddering.
Making my way over to Cal, I see he’s got Sin tucked into his side and Micah is sticking close on her other side.
I cup Sin’s cheek, peering down at her. “Are you all right?”
“Fine.” She’s slightly breathless and is wide eyed with barely disguised panic.
My shoulders drop in relief. She’s safe, at least.
But the room is hot and airless and chaotic. I'm pretty sure people are gonna start passing out soon if we don’t do something, or if they don’t stop screaming.
“I’m gonna take my glasses off,” I murmur. “Should give us some space to work with until we can find an exit or security shows up.”
“Where the fuck are they? Things should never have gotten this crazy,” Cal rasps, holding Sin tightly to his chest.
She pops her head up. “Is it not normally like this?”
“Like everyone has collectively lost their fucking minds? Can’t say it is,” I reply drily.
“Dammit. Maybe I went too hard with the last dose of euphoria to end the show,” she says.
“Not your fault, love,” Cal growls.
Someone pinches my ass and I hiss, whipping around and doing something I haven’t done since I was a teenager. I pull down my shades and release the full force of my glare at those closest to us.
My stomach curdles as the grasping hands freeze in place, the eyes of the fans within a five-foot radius growing wide and glassy as they lose their ability to move.
I hate all of this so much.
“What a damn mess.”
Cal then clears a path through the crowd of immobilized people as I continue to freeze anyone who gets in our way. I wince at every one. My power is temporary, and it also doesn’t freeze their awareness of what’s going on, so there is going to be a fuckton of stories about this later.
