Page 69 of The Forgotten

I can’t ask him what he means before I feel his thick, pierced crown bumping against my entrance.

“You need a load of cum in your needy little pussy, don’t you, baby?” Trick croons. Slick slips down my thighs as his long fingers cup my face.

He’s a guitarist, and the rifts inFrozen Heartssongs are the thing of magic. That’s why it hurts so much to listen to.

Harris pushes his way into my pussy as I whine, all thoughts falling away.

“Mine,”he snarls, his frenulum piercing lighting up my nerve endings. “You shouldn’t have run.”

I don’t know if he means that I shouldn’t have left Wisconsin, or that I shouldn’t have run this time. It doesn’t matter right now, because he’s giving me what I’ve wished for every day since I was sixteen years old.

His cock slams into me, forcing me down Trick’s cock. Noa smirks as he watches us before disappearing from my view.

“I think you have another hole to plug,” he murmurs, the only warning before he pushes several thick fingers inside my asshole.

Noa, my sweet boy who has always felt my pain, even when I’ve hidden it. His fingers widen and push inside of me, his chest vibrating with a deep purr. I have no doubt that people have fallen for him just from the sound of his voice as he’s crooned into his microphone night after night.

“You’re so goddamned stubborn,” Trick murmurs. “When are you going to figure it out? Take a nice, deep breath, pretty girl. You choke on my cock so fucking well.”

Preening, I suddenly make a face as I realize he insulted me. Rude.

Chuckling, Trick pulls back until just the crown of his cock is between my lips. My tongue laps at the precum dripping from his slit, and his knot is thick with unspilled cum.

“Keep insulting me and I’ll bite you,” I growl.

Harris chuckles under his breath, reaching between us to pinch my clit. My eyes widen, but before I can scream, Trick slams back down my throat, muffling the noise. Harris seems to have me figured out, because I fucking love it rough.

My body twitches with the force of my emotions as I come, and Harris rocks his knot along my entrance, flirting with fucking me with it.

“You can’t knot her here,” Noa groans. His fingers slide out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. “Let me call Maurice. He’ll find us a place.”

The orgasm makes me feel lightheaded, and the guys quickly redress me before Harris picks me up in his arms.

“I was promised your cum,” I pout, my nerves feeling fried. I’m too damn sensitive right now.

Frowning, I push the mask away so I can gaze at his face. Bursting in tears, I graze his skin with my fingers, taking a deep breath of his scent as I sob.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “You were supposed to answer my fucking call.”

“You left!” I cry, gasping as Trick fixes his pants. “I couldn’t stay and fuck up your lives.”

“I told you she was going to say that,” Trick mutters.

“Yeah, Maurice,” Noa says into the phone, already dressed. “We found her, but we need a place to go. Somewhere that’ll be secure for the next three or four days.”

The guys start to walk and Noa rattles off the address of where we are.

“Does it sound like I care?” Noa asks into the phone. “Move shit around. Our girl is in heat. The world can fuck itself.”

Our girl.

“I’m not yours,” I sniff. The lie sits badly. Their scents settle my cramps for the moment, and the truth hits me like a ton of bricks. “Oh fuck.”

“Mmhmm,” Harris mutters. “So goddamned stubborn.”

His lips take the edge off his words as he kisses me, his feet sure and steady. Trick grabs his arm anyway, makes sure he doesn’t trip and drop me. The guys have easily touched each other, and there were rumors that they may be fucking around together.

I’m not one to shame, and it would make sense since they’re all so close. I’ve loved them as long as I can remember, why would I begrudge them that for each other?