Chapter Forty-Two

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Two Months Later

Now Playing: The Summoning- Sleep Token

Cold, biting air blows through the streets as we pile out of the venue and into the waiting SUV. We’re back in Chicago for the first stop of Primordial Covenant’s winter express tour.

The guy’s latest album released last month, and their popularity exploded. Several songs went viral, reaching the top of the charts as each single was released. This tour sold out in under twenty four hours. It’s been wild and I could not be prouder of them.

“Fuck, why didn’t we wait for summer,” Nexus whines, rubbing his hands together to warm himself back up.

I yelp, nearly jumping out of my seat when frigid skin presses against the back of my neck. Fucking Nebula grins beside me, pulling me close so he can press his icy lips to mine. Their masks are tucked in the box at his feet now that we are safely covered by the vehicle’s tinted windows.

“Because we didn’t want to sweat our balls off all of July like we did last year?” Titan grunts from the middle seats. He’s wrapped in a thick sweatshirt and a wool hat, but I can still see the damp tips of his hair where it got sweat-soaked during the show.

They were even more mesmerizing than usual. Perhaps feeling my arousal in our bond spurred them on, adding a sensual, dark undertone to each of their songs, new and old.

Digging my phone out of my pocket, I text Bea sharing a few of the pictures I took when we arrived in the city this morning. Most of my messages from the past week are still unread, so I try to call her but she still doesn’t answer.

“What’s wrong, starlight?” Callisto asks from the seat up front of us.

“I haven’t heard from Bea in over a week.” I frown, glancing back at my phone. Maybe I should call her parents?

“Orbital Somatic was touring again with the bands traveling for the charity shows,” he points out. “She may be busy with work.”

“If she doesn’t respond over the weekend, we’ll call Acherley. Or her parents,” Nebula promises. I nod, leaning my head against his chest. I’m worried about her, but he’s right. There isn’t much I can do right now. And she could be busy with work, though that has never stopped her from responding before.

We’re staying in the same hotel as their tour last summer. Where we ate spicy gummies and sour candy, played board games, and cuddled the night away. Tonight will be much of the same, but this time I don’t have to hold back. They see all of me, have tasted every flavor of my personality, and they love me for it.

Pulling up to the familiar white stone building, I don’t try to hide my smile. There is so much in my life to be happy about these days, my guys are just the best of them all.

Taking Callisto’s hand, I drag him along beside me as I run into the building to escape the wintery air. We’re laughing and slightly out of breath when our alphas catch up to us.

“Okay, gorgeous,” Nexus grins as he walks closer, caging me against the wall. “I’m fucking starving.” Mischief fills his mocha eyes, matching the alluring way his tongue darts across his lower lip. Perfume bursts around us, making his eyes darken in response. “Pizza or burgers?” he growls.

“What?” I ask dumbly. He wants to know what I want to eat?

“For dinner, starlight,” Callisto chuckles beside me.

“Oh, uh, burgers I guess.” I’m so fucking confused. Or maybe I’m turned on and projecting my desires onto my mates.

“Head on up to the room, babygirl. We’ll grab food and be right up to join you.”

I narrow my eyes at Nebula when he hands me our room key. They’re acting suspicious as hell right now, sending me up to our room alone. In a hotel full of strangers and without any of the security team. I take several steps toward the elevator, glancing back to see if one of them will join me, but they only wave me on.

Definitely sus.

The ride up seems to take forever as I try to search their bonds for a clue about what they are up to. They’re all locked down tight though, so I only get the faint hints of excitement bleeding through. These men love surprising me, so I could be in for literally anything.

Closing the room to our pack suite behind me, I decide to even the odds. Stripping off my clothes one layer at a time, I leave a trail of discarded fabric from the entrance to the bedroom.

Tossing myself back onto the soft comforter, I quickly cover myself to wait for them. I’m not sitting here naked and freezing my tits off while they wait for our food to be cooked. I can drop the blankets when I hear the door open.

Minutes tick by and I’m starting to worry. Even in Chicago, I don’t think it takes this long to order a couple of burgers. Maybe I should text them? No, my phone is in the other room and I’m not braving the chilly air to grab it. Oh! Wiggling across the bed, I open a drawer on the bedside table and find a pen.

‘Everything good?’

We use our connection a lot more freely now, but not often. It doesn’t make sense to use our skin writing when we’re usually in the same room.

No reply comes through.

Well fuck, maybe I’ll have to get up to get my phone after all.

I’m scooting to the edge of the bed when all of the lights go out. It’s creepy as hell, but what’s worse is the sudden sound of our suite door opening. I freeze, holding my breath as I listen to the footsteps slowly falling my way.

The blanket tumbles from my shaky fingers when an imposing figure blocks the doorway. Fear spikes when they step into the room, but the glint of city lights along the glass-like material of his mask has my mood shifting to anticipation.

Pink pepper and leather. Tobacco and smoky vanilla. Amber and oud. Cedar and violet. I would recognize these scents—and those masks—anywhere.

Titan ambles closer, crowding me back against the bed. My heart is pounding in my chest as he towers over my naked body, his dark eyes skimming over me appreciatively. Something soft brushes against my thigh, and I glance down. He’s holding rope.

Oh, yes, please!

I don’t move, enraptured by the feeling of the soft nylon as it travels up the outside of my thighs and across my stomach. He starts with my legs. Binding my calves to my thighs before flipping me to my stomach. Both of my arms are pulled behind my back, and, much like he did to hold Nebula from his rut a few months ago, he binds them together. Up to my shoulders and around my chest so the black rope frames my breasts.

Immobile and so turned on I can barely think, I easily give in to the fantasy they are creating. Masked men breaking into my hotel room to have their wicked way with me. Slick soaks my center, dripping down my thighs as my arousal builds to a fevered pitch.

Titan steps back, leaving me alone on the bed, my face pressed against the comforter. One second, maybe two, then their hands are on me. I can’t tell who is who, it’s so overwhelming to have them all caressing my skin at the same time.

The bed dips and Nebula’s smoky scent fills my lungs as he lifts me further up the mattress. They wedge a couple of pillows below my hips to keep me upright, and then they’re backing away again.

A whimper of protest slips from my throat but it turns into a scream when someone slams inside of me in one harsh thrust. There’s no foreplay, no slow build-up. They’re ravaging me. Taking what they want without thought for my pleasure. Fuck, this is incredible!

Hard and fast, they take turns fucking me. They don’t come, they just pound into me for a few minutes before switching out with one of the others. Pleas fall from my lips in rapid succession as my pleasure builds. I’m so close, right on the edge of euphoria, but they won’t let me tip over.

Hands grip my hips, a body pressing to my back, and we’re flipping over. Callisto crawls up the mattress to kneel between my thighs. I can feel the edge of Nexus’ mask against my shoulder as he nips at my skin. He distracts me from Cal’s movements, so I’m surprised when I feel the metal balls of Nexus’ piercings sliding inside of me. So good…

“More,” I groan.

Nebula chuckles darkly from beside my head. “Oh, little Omega, you’re going to get more.” His palm grips my chin, turning my head to face him.

The thick tip of his cock bumps against my lips, and I part them to let him slip inside. He isn’t gentle or patient, he pushes his way in until I’m gagging around his girth as he slips into my throat.

“That’s right, Omega, choke on your Alpha’s cock while your other mates stuff this tight little pussy to its breaking point.”

It’s only when I feel Callisto’s cock bumping against my entrance beside Nexus that I understand what he means. Oh, shit, they’re going to–Cal starts to push in, slowly stretching me. I cry out, trying to shift away from the pressure and the bite of pain, but the ropes binding my body hold me captive.

They won’t hurt me, I know this, but the sensation of being trapped still has fear skittering through my body.

Tears soak my cheeks by the time Callisto and Nexus are both bottomed out. It feels indescribably perfect to be so full. Like having a knot lodged so deep inside of me it hits every inch of my pussy. Having Cal drag his length back out until his tip sits inside beside Nexus is agony, and when he pushes back in I shatter. Screaming around Nebula’s cock where he’s still fucking my throat.

I dart my eyes to Callisto when he stills, moaning lewdly when I see Titan behind him, filling our beta’s ass while he fills me. Callisto whines when Tee pushes him even deeper inside of me, his head falling back against the alpha’s chest as he submits.

The world devolves to pleasure and sound as they fuck me. It’s everything I could have ever dreamed of and so much more. All of the fantasies I had about these men prior to meeting them are nothing in comparison to the reality of feeling them deep inside of me while they stare down at me behind their masks.

After they’ve finally come, and we’ve collapsed to the bed, boneless and sated, I burst into happy giggles.

“Was it everything you dreamed it would be, gorgeous?” Nexus asks, leaning over to press a kiss to my lips. We’d discussed my obsession with them in their Primordial Covenant costumes several times over the past few months. They’d hinted at taking me with the masks on, but I never imagined they would create a plan this extravagant.

“It was perfect, and I can’t wait to do it again.” I turn to look at my other mates too. “I love you all so much.”

There is nowhere I would rather be than here with them. The men of Primordial Covenant may have made big mistakes along the way, but they’re mine. For now, and for eternity.