Page 43 of Rhythm Of Our Souls (Heartbreak Melody #3)

“Away from the crazy mob of fans that was no doubt about to maul you.” He puts me on my feet and looks around. “Let’s hang out in here for a bit.”

My eyes widen as he pulls me into a mausoleum. “Brady,” I laugh as he closes the door behind us.

“Hi,” he murmurs, his husky voice making my nipples pebble and arousal flush through me.

“Hi,” I breathe out, blinking up at him and biting my lip.

It’s dark in here, with only the moonlight shining through the window towards the top of the building to see by. But I can see him, towering over me, his blond hair down, hanging around his shoulders.

“Do you know how hard it’s been keeping my hands to myself all day?” he asks, voice a low rasp. He reaches up, tucking some of my curls behind my ear. My heart starts to race as a familiar heat fills my lower belly.

“Yeah?” I ask, squeezing my thighs shut. But it’s no use, my panties are already ruined.

“All I could think about was kissing these sinful lips.” He grips my chin, thumb pressing against my lower lip.

A little wave of dizziness hits me, making me sway towards him, my breathing coming out in short, shallow pants as need hits me hard.

My nipples tighten against my bra, my clit throbbing with want.

I’m a mess for this Alpha. My Alpha. And the way he’s looking down at me, hunger gleaming brightly back at me, I’m a fucking goner.

That knot I wanted at the end of the night? Yeah, I need that now.

“I fucking love the taste of you, Sweetheart.” He pulls my lip back, before letting it bounce back into place. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you. I fucking crave your skin against mine.”

“Brady,” I whimper.

“I need you, baby,” he growls, backing me up until my legs hit something hard and cold. “I need to be inside you. To have that tight little pussy wrapped around my knot.”

“Oh god.”

“No god here,” he chuckles. “Just me, Sweetheart. Your Alpha.”

When he kisses me, my whole body ignites. Whimpering, I grab at his leather jacket pulling him close to me.

This overwhelming need to have him consumes me and all I can think about is him fucking me right here, right now. I don’t even give a damn where we’re at.

He growls against my lips, sucking and nipping as he kisses me dirty.

My arms wrap around his neck, clawing at his back as he grips my hips, lifting me up to sit on something.

I gasp when he pushes me backwards, laying me flat on what I now realize is a stone crypt. Fuck. This is so wrong, so fucked up. Someone's dead body is in here, right? Maybe? I don’t fucking know. I can’t think, all I can do is feel the fire blazing through my body.

“Look at you,” he groans, gazing down at me like I’m something precious. “So fucking sexy like this, laid out for me, moonlight illuminating you like a fucking fallen angel. What am I gonna do with you?”

Biting my lip, my chest heaves as I look up at him with lust filled eyes.

“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”

With a growl, he tugs at my leggings, gripping the waistband and pulling them off me, taking my panties too. It leaves me bare from the waist down.

Gripping my knees, he parts them and lets out this low, feral sound. “Look at this fucking mess, Ally. Naughty girl, leaving a puddle of slick on this crypt.”

Why does knowing this is so wrong turn me on so much right now? “Sorry,” I moan as he swipes his fingers through my drenched pussy, arching with a whine when he thrusts them deep inside me.

“You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you, Little Omega? This pussy is aching for my knot, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I nod eagerly. “So bad.”

“Mhhm,” he brushes this thumb against my clit, making me moan as my eyes roll back. The sound of him undoing his belt has my eyes flinging open. I watch as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, driving me fucking crazy. Then he pulls his thick, hard cock out.

I want that. I want that so damn badly. My walls grip his fingers, demanding he replaces them with his cock.

He chuckles, stroking himself as he peers down at me. He loves every second of my misery, knowing just how crazy I am for him.

Pulling his fingers free, I whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry, Little Omega,” he growls. “I’m gonna give you what you need.”

Gripping my hip, he thrusts inside me in one hard go. A scream tears from my throat as my eyes roll back in pleasure as his massive cock stretches me wide.

“Can’t have you making those sounds, Sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue. “Gotta be quiet or someone’s gonna find us in here. Now be a good girl, and shut the fuck up while I wreck this perfect little pussy with my knot.”

Brady shoves the two fingers that were just inside me into my mouth, making me gag on them and using them to silence me as he starts to thrust into me.

“That’s it. Fuck. You feel so fucking good. God, Ally, like pure fucking heaven,” he moans, tossing his head back.

I bite down on his fingers, moaning and whimpering as his thrusts grow punishing.

I love every fucking dirty second of it. It doesn’t take me long before I feel myself rushing towards the edge, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I feel like I’m ready to snap.

When the tip of his cock hits my sweet spot, I’m a goner. I scream around his fingers, gagging a bit as his thrust forces me to take them further down my throat. Drool drips down the corners of my mouth as tears spill down my cheeks, and it’s by far one of the hottest orgasms I’ve ever had.

My back arches off the cold stone, my pussy clamping down around his shaft like a vice.

He lets out a choked growl. “Fuck, baby. You’re gripping me so tight. That's it. Cum for me. Cum for your Alpha. Make a fucking mess of my cock.”

His words make me cum harder until I'm sobbing around his fingers.

Body slumping, I breathe heavily through my nose, trying to catch my breath.

Brady pulls his fingers free, and I take in a few gasping breaths. “You were a good fucking girl,” Brady praises, leaning down to kiss my swollen lips. “God, you’re fucking amazing, Ally. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Mark me,” I beg, heart thrumming in my chest.

“What?” he asks, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

“I’m already yours, Brady. Put your mark on my neck so I can proudly show the world just who I belong to.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice sounding like he’s hardly able to hold himself back.

“So damn sure.” I need him in every way. I want his mark. And when we’re ready to tell the world about our new pack, I will wear his and Liam’s bites proudly. Sadly, until now, they have had to be hidden by makeup. But it doesn’t matter, I still want it now.

“I fucking love you, Ally,” his voice thick with emotion.

My eyes fill with tears. “I love you too, Brady,” I croak out.

His lips meet mine again, our kisses desperate and hungry, like we can’t get enough of one another. “Mine.” He pulls back, breathing heavily, a wild look in his eyes. “All fucking mine.”

He dives for my throat at the same time he thrusts forward, his knot popping inside me and locking us together.

He snarls against my throat, teeth sinking into the skin as he marks me. My eyes roll as another orgasm hits me. My body shakes beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure filling me as another piece of my heart clicks into place and I cry out his name.

Pure joy and euphoria fill me. This bond feels different then mine and Liam’s in ways I can’t quite explain, but is just as powerful.

Brady pulses inside me, grunting as he tries to thrust into me further, but his knot leaves little to no room.

After a few long moments, he finally pulls back.

“My mark looks pretty fucking good on you,” he rasps, brushing his thumb against the broken skin.

I shiver, my pussy fluttering around him in response, making him grunt.

“I can’t wait to see it,” I sigh happily, unable to keep the smile off my face.

We stare at one another, just grinning like two fools. Until Brady’s face falls.

“Oh fuck!” he hisses.

“What?” I ask at the alarm in his tone.

“They must be going crazy, wondering where we are.”

“Shit,” I say, eyes wide as I try to sit up. “Damn it. We’re knotted together.”

Grabbing his phone, he frowns. “Huh. No calls or texts.”

“Must be the reception.”

“Probably.” He blows out a breath.

“Think of naked grandmas,” I suggest.

“What?” he looks at me like I lost my mind.

“To make your knot go down. Think of things that turn you off. Like naked grandmas. Stinky socks. Boogers.”

“Really?” he chuckles. “You just gonna start naming gross things?”

“Memes from the Drew Carey show.”

He shudders. “Yeah, that would do it.”

I laugh as his knot deflates enough for him to pull out of me. Cum and slick go with him, gushing from me and onto the crypt.

He pulls me to my feet, helping me back into my panties and leggings. “Is it wrong of me that I love the fact you're going to be walking around with my cum between your legs for the rest of the night?” he murmurs, kissing me.

“Nope.” I grin. “But do you know what is wrong? That.” I point to the mess we made. “Someone needs to come and clean that up before they get any visitors.”

“We’ll make a call,” he chuckles.

We rush out of the building, grateful that no one seems to be around, and head in the direction we last saw everyone.

They’re not there anymore, but we do see them a few blocks down.

As we run, I’m filled with this happiness I’ll never get enough of.

We’re out of breath by the time we make it back to the group.

Lulu looks back over her shoulder. “Why are you two out of breath?” she asks, frowning at us.

Brady and I look at one another and burst out laughing. They really had no idea we were gone this whole time.

I don’t know if I should be offended or grateful.

“Sorry, fell behind a bit.” Brady wraps his arm around me, kissing the top of my head. “But we’re good now.”

Lulu’s eyes drop to my neck and widen. Grinning, I give my head a small shake, letting her know we will talk about it later.

She grins widely, a happy look in her eyes, before turning back to listen to the tour guide.

Hands down, best birthday ever.