Page 68 of The Forgotten

“You’re drenched,” he whispers. His fingers spear into my needy cunt, and the alphas moving closer to us cup their cocks as they groan. “So fucking warm too, Little Omega. Why did you go to work while riding the edge of your heat?”

“That was stupid,” the alpha with the blue hair growls.

I can’t help my mouth, even as I ride this very talented alpha’s fingers. They curve deliciously inside of me, grazing my g-spot perfectly. My head drops back despite how annoyed I am with him, and I whimper as he follows my body’s cues.

“I had a pack on standby,” I say unthinkingly, whimpering as the alpha holding me grazes my clit with his thumb. I’m about to die from edging. I just know it.

The blue haired alpha yanks my head back as he snarls in my face.

“What goddamned pack?” he asks. All I can focus on is the way his green eyes sparkle with jealousy. Hmm, he doesn’t even know me.

“The pack that was supposed to fuck me,” I whine, my hips rocking forward as I beg for more attention. “No, don’t stop.”

“That’s cute that you think anyone will be fucking you but us. I’m not going to stop until you’re squirting all over my hand like the needy omega that you are,” the alpha with his fingers deep in my cunt growls. His other arm is wrapped tightly around me, and he slides up my shirt to tweak my nipple hard. My scream as my cunt clenches around his fingers is met with thickening alpha scents that make me whine with need.

Dropping to his knees, the blue haired alpha peels my pants down my thighs until I can’t move my legs to kick him.

“Turn her around,” he growls, making my nipples pebble with desire as the alpha holding me shoves down my coat until my arms are also immobile. “I need to taste the mess she has painting her thighs. I can’t fucking believe she’s in heat.”

I squeal with unhappiness as fingers are removed from my needy cunt, and my body is turned quickly. Shoving my back forward, the alpha with the woodsy scent’s hoody falls back to reveal his magenta hair.

No fucking way.

“Trick?” I whimper, gasping as the alpha behind me shoves his face between my legs. His pierced tongue drags along my arousal, and if I’m right about who these guys are, it means this is a new piercing.

The wet sounds my pussy makes would be embarrassing if I wasn’t past caring. The alpha eats pussy like he’s starved and I shamelessly push my ass backward, desperate for more.

“Shhh, baby,” Trick whispers, dragging his zipper down as he sucks my slick off his fingers. Without warning, Trick pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck without being told to. “You’re already drooling for my cock, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s so good.”

The alpha next to me has his dick already out, and he strokes it as he watches me clean up Trick’s fingers. His face is still covered, his hood up, and the anonymity is sexy as fuck. His tattooed hand is covered in black ink, and I moan as the cool air covers my skin in goosebumps.

Fuck, I can see that his dick is inked too from here. Noa, you have changed so much. No one can tell me that’s not who that is.

“We need to do something about your heat. You live upstairs?” Trick asks, pulling his fingers out of my mouth as he releases his cock to smear my spit all over it.

“With a roommate,” I confess, my eyes nearly crossing as fingers begin to fuck my pussy. I’m having trouble tracking the conversation. I just want to feel.

“Hmm,” Trick grunts, his palm using his precum to stroke his cock. Making a face, he spits on it, his smoky brown gaze hooding as he watches my face. I’m so damn close. “Open for me like a good girl.”

Shuddering, I open my mouth and drop my tongue anxiously. It’s like my every wet dream come true. Trick drops the heavy weight of his cock on my tongue, and I breathe in his manly scent that’s uniquely him. His hips shove his shaft deep into my mouth, making me moan as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard on his cock.

“God,” he whispers up in prayer. “Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?”

Tears fill my eyes from shame and the sting of his cock obstructing my airway as he fucks himself deeper down my throat. He can punish me however he wants, as long as I get thereward of his cum too. Harris spanks my ass as he eats me out, and I groan as the heat of it spreads.

“So damn perfect,” he praises, his pierced tongue swirling over my clit.

“She tastes like those peanut butter chocolate cups,” Trick groans. “Orla, why did you run?”

“The masks, idiot,” Noa snorts, grinning. “We didn’t want anyone to know we skipped the meet and greet after the show, but we didn’t think she’d run.”

My mouth is full of cock, so I flick him off, despite my trapped arms.

“I know, I know. You think I should sit on it and take it for a spin,” he mutters.

Almost choking, my lips split into a grin as I suck on Trick’s cock. All that ends as my amusement flees from the pain as my stomach cramps hard. I can taste bile, it hurts so much.

“Fuck,” Harris whispers, getting up. “I’m really sorry about this.”