Page 73 of The Forgotten

“Are you going to bite me?” he teases.

Shaking her head, she opens her mouth and makes an “ahh” sound dramatically. Chuckling under his breath, he stretches her lips around the crown of his cock. Orla drags her tongue around it as if she’s eating ice cream, making Trick, Harris and I groan. It’s obvious that she is really enjoying this.

“Don’t play with your food,” I tease her, moving my hand to her clit.

Orla whines, and I shush her softly as I smear slick over her clit as I rub it. Harris watches where we’re connected closely. Sitting up to suck on her tits as Trick surges forward to drive his dick further down her throat. She doesn’t gag the way she did in the alley, instead swallowing it all down.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I praise her. “Take your medicine like a good girl and come for us.”

“Holy shit,” Harris groans, making me smirk. I have a wicked tongue, though I usually only use it on them. I like to command control in the bedroom.

I’m okay going with the flow in all other aspects.

“Do you want to suck on Trick’s knot, Orla?” I ask, loving the way she reaches for his ass to pull him closer.

“Oh Jesus,” Trick whispers, his eyes nearly closing. “I’m not going to last.”

“You don’t need to,” I say, feeling her trying to milk my cock. “Mmm, greedy girl. We are going to take such good care of you. Take my knot.”

Her eyes widen as I push my knot into her tight hole, and Trick grips her throat to feel the indention of his cock as he fucks it. Her thighs are trembling as I squeeze her clit hard, making her scream as she comes.

My teeth are begging to bite her, and I suck and kiss up her shoulder instead. Shallowly rocking my hips, I moan as she accepts the rest of my knot. Trick makes a noise of surrender ashe comes down Orla’s throat, and her self satisfied sigh makes my back begin to tingle.

Fuck, I’m really close too.

Licking her lips as Trick falls back onto his ass, she drops her head back on my shoulder.

“Bite,” she chants, her eyes glittering with intention. “Together.”

“All of us?” Trick whispers, gazing at her with worship in his eyes.

“Please,” she whines, her chest heaving as Harris moves so that she’s perfectly sandwiched between us. Orla can’t move much since she’s impaled on our knots, but still managed to swirl her hips to both pull them gently and drag them over all her nerve endings.

It keeps Harris and I on the edge between pain and pleasure. Without hesitation, he bites her hard on the shoulder. Her squeal makes my knot ache, and I bite down on her throat. Crawling closer, Trick bites Orla’s thigh, and the four of us come again.

Lifting our heads, I see that our girl has passed out again. I’ll do this over and over until she’s through her heat. We’ve got time.

“She’s really ours,” Harris whispers in awe. Her blood paints his lips, and Trick fists Harris’s blue hair with a grin before kissing him hard.

“We’ll deal with the fall out when she can talk to us,” he promises, leaning back as he watches Orla. “May as well catch some sleep while we can.”

Harris makes a pained sound as his knot slides out of her cunt, and I hold her against me as I lay down between my pack.

In case things don’t go as I hope, I’m going to enjoy every second I can with her.

TRICK

Orla’s tear stained cheeks are making my asshole pucker with anxiety. Her heat ended after four days, barely letting up outside of brief periods of sleep. Now, she’s clean, wearing one of our clean hoodies, attempting to eat Chinese food as we talk.

In hindsight, we should have waited until after we ate.

“Orla,” I rasp, leaning forward at the kitchen table. “At the end of the day, the reasons why you left are what they are. Have we been pissed?—”

“Your lyrics talk about the girl who pissed on your love,” she says, the skin around her beautiful eyes pinched.

“You have listened to our songs,” the blue haired idiot that’s my pack mate says.

I may have to kill Harris.