Page 7 of Rhythm Of Our Souls (Heartbreak Melody #3)

“Oh god. Yes. Yes. Right there; fuck. don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” I scream, my head growing foggy, desperate for that release that's right out of reach.

The growl that leaves Brady makes my nipples tighten. “The only god you're ever going to fucking need is me, Doll Face,” he snarls. “Who’s your fucking god, Lulu?” he demands, his thrusts punishing now.

“You,” I sob out, so high on the way this man makes me feel that I can’t think straight.

“That’s fucking right,” he grunts. “I’m your fucking god.”

My head turns to the side, finding Gavin standing next to the table, cock in hand as he jerks himself, face flushed, pure hunger in his eyes as they lock on mine.

He gives me a grin and a little wink, knowing this is just Brady’s dirty talk. He knows I want them both the same. If anything, they’re both my Viking gods; they sure as hell look like it.

It’s at that moment, with my eyes still locked with Gavin’s, that Brady thrusts into me hard, forcing his knot into place. My eyes roll back, lips parting as a silent scream leaves me.

The orgasm that hits me is powerful, making my whole body ignite.

My body tenses up as tremors take hold of me.

Brady lets out this deep, primal growl as his body shudders, fingers digging into my ass as he holds me flush to his body. His cock jerks inside me as he fills me with ropes of his hot cum.

Gavin lets out a low growl as he follows us over the edge. Gripping the pool table, he leans over and strokes himself through his release, jets of cum shooting out and coating my breasts.

We’re all a panting mess, our scents mingled together with the smell of sex. We just stay there, in this happy little post orgasm bubble of bliss. I’d live in this moment forever if I could.

“Mhhm,” Brady groans, rubbing my thighs. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Same to you, big guy,” I hum happily.

He shoots his brother a glare. “Now, I have to stand here locked to her because I can’t cuddle her with your cum all over her body.”

“Aww, what's the matter, brother? Afraid of a little jizz?” Gavin chuckles, moving to tuck his cock into his jeans, grinning at me with a little wink, making me giggle.

“Mine, I’m golden with. Yours? Not so much."

“That’s okay,” I tell Gavin. “I love your cum.” I lock eyes with him while licking my lower lip, cleaning the bit of cum that landed there.

“Fuck me,” he groans.

“I would. But I’m a little stuck at the moment.” I smile, feeling all too giddy.

“Later.” He smiles back.

While Brady is locked to me, Gavin cleans me up before slipping his T-shirt over my head so his brother can scoop me up, knot still locked inside me, and carry me up to our room.

“This feels weird,” I moan, burying my face in Brady’s neck. His knot always takes longer to go down. Sometimes, I could be locked to him for hours and every time we move, he sets off another orgasm, making his knot swell all over again.

Not knowing how long we’re going to be in this position, it’s better to move up to the room I share with the guys.

“But weird in a good way.” I shudder.

“The best way,” he grunts, shuddering as he cums again. I can’t help but giggle.

“Brat,” he chuckles.

“You love it.”

He stops at the top of the stairs and kisses the tip of my nose. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.” My heart goes wild inside my chest. I look over to Gavin, who’s just behind his brother. “I love you, too.”

“I love you more, Little One,” he says, smiling softly.

My heart is always so full when I’m around my Alphas. I feel safe, happy, and wanted, more than anything in this world.

Yet, I still can’t bring myself to let them mark me, to permanently make me theirs.

Back when I was seventeen, my best friend and I went to a party. We drank a little too much. One thing led to another, and we kissed. A kiss I’ll never be able to forget.

It didn’t end the way either of us would have thought.

Ally confessed her love for me, that she wanted me for so long.

I knew I felt the same way. So much so, it scared me to death.

At that moment, I was taken off guard, my mind hazy with alcohol, and I didn’t respond how she was hoping I would.

I wanted to tell her I felt the same way, because I did, but with the fucked up life I had—growing up in a cult that believed being an Omega and being gay was a one-way trip to hell—I let my fear of my parents hold me back.

She left, taking my heart with her. I should have told her how much I really cared because not long after she left, my parents found me. I thought I knew what fear was, but it was nothing close to what I had to endure after that night.

It’s been years; she’s now a big, famous popstar, and I’m here, with my Alphas living a life I never thought I’d get a chance to.

We’ve grown up, started our own lives, but here I am, still in love with Ally, now more than ever.

Some might call it an obsession. I thought it would die down after I started seeing Gavin and Brady, but nothing's changed.

They know how I feel about her, how I’ll always love her, and they’ve accepted that.

I had the chance to see her more than once over the past year. My best friend, Maya, is an author, and she had an amazing opportunity to have Ally, who happens to be her favorite actress, be the lead in the movie adaptation of one of her books.

With me being Maya’s manager, I could have gone to a number of their meetings, but I always came up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.

The real reason was that I was terrified. I didn’t know if she still thought of me or if she even remembered who I was. Did she hate me? Or was I not even worth still thinking about all these years later?

I’ve worked myself up so much every time, and I refused to go.

Sitting with the unknown for the rest of my life feels safer than exposing myself to the possible pain that seeing her again would cause.

The only thing is, it’s not fair to the two men who’ve been nothing short of amazing to me.

They are my Alphas. My pack. My future. I know I need to deal with my past before I can move forward, but I’m still terrified.

I owe it to them to give myself wholly to them. I won’t offer them anything less.

I’m just not sure when I can make that offer.

Brady takes me into the room, Gavin joining us on the bed.

We lay there for a while. Eventually, Brady’s knot deflates, making a mess of cum and slick on his belly.

Still, I don’t move, lying there on top of him, rising and falling with each of his breaths.

It’s more like snoring, but I enjoy it every time as his exhale tickles my skin.

I soak in his warmth and the weight of his hand on my hips.

I treasure moments like this where Gavin’s arm is draped over my back as he sleeps next to us, and their scents surround me. It all makes me feel safe... at home.

Whatever happens in my life, I know I can’t go on without them.

Even if that means giving up on the unhealthy hope that there still might be a small, teeny-tiny chance that I could be with Ally again someday.

Things need to change. Too bad, I hate change.