Broken Dreams (Unhingedverse)
Broken Dreams: Chapter 33

LINUS

My skin feels like it’s on fire, my stomach is twisting in anger and need, and my body is writhing as I cry.

“Knot, please,” I whimper. I feel like I’m being pulled apart. My alpha is carrying me, smelling of coconut and oak. It only helps to soothe me a little, because I’m seconds away from begging for a bite too.

Do I want that? God, I really do. I should be telling myself that a month and a half is too soon. It could all go to shit, but it hasn’t.

“I fucking promise to give you my dick and knot, baby,” Callum rasps. “This hallway is ridiculously long because it’s on the other side of the damn house. Almost there.”

A soft, cool hand sits on the back of my neck as Callum carries me, and I immediately know it’s Quinn.

“Don’t leave me, Quinnie,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Never,” she says softly. “I’m getting everything fixed, Linus.”

I think I’m hallucinating. I can’t tell if she’s talking to me through the bond or not, but I do know that she has the most beautiful voice.

Quinn and Callum help take my clothes off in the semi darkness of my nest, and I moan as my back makes contact with the cool sheets. Callum’s lips meet mine while Quinn’s lips wrap around my dick, making me groan. Her tongue slides down my shaft as she swallows me down, trying to alleviate the cruel dictator that is my heat.

“We’re going to take such good care of you,” Callum whispers.

My hands move down his skin, happy that he’s naked too. Time is moving so oddly, but that’s part of my heat. They’re both naked, their touch feeling so good against my skin. All I care about is getting what I want.

Right now.

Callum kisses his way down my body, and then I have two perfect mouths sucking on and along my cock. Thick fingers push inside of my tight asshole. I want to tell him that I don’t need to be prepped. I’m ready, I want and need him inside of me.

“Give him your knot,” Quinn rasps as my cock pops out of her mouth. “I can feel him in my mind. He needs it.”

“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you, Linus,” Callum mutters, moving to push my legs up so I’m bared to him. Slick slides down out of my asshole as he does, and I whine as if that’ll make him move faster.

His thick tip is leaking already, matching my dripping hole that’s begging for attention.

Quinn smiles at me as Callum pushes his cock inside of my needy ass, and then I lose sight of her as my eyes close at how fucking good it feels to be filled. I can hear her voice as she moves away from me, but my alpha is caging me with his body as he fucks me.

Is he trying to distract me?

“Christian is being brought into the room by Duncan,” Callum whispers against the shell of my ear. “Fuck, I’m trying to hold it together, but you feel so good, Linus. They’ll be back with us soon, I swear. Quinn is going to sit on your cock while I fuck you and Duncan will feed you his dick. Hold on for a little longer. We’re going to give you everything you need.”

The different scents filter through as Callum’s cock drives deeper into my ass. My dick bounces from the force of it, angry not to be inside of Quinn’s wet cunt already.

Callum’s hand wraps around my neglected dick, roughly gripping me as he does his best to give me what I need as a one man show. My hands pull his hair as I show him my appreciation, my lips devouring his.

“You’re so damn warm,” he rasps against my lips. “Duncan, Quinn, and I. We’ll take care of you. Fuck. My knot, it’s already being sucked in by your greedy hole. Goddamn…”

He’s not wrong. I’ve been ignoring this all night. Dancing was a wonderful distraction, but I did notice that my pheromones were causing people to make out more around me. Augustine told me on the drive to the house that he had to politely ask people to stop dry humping on the dance floor and go fuck in the bathroom like self-respecting club goers.

That’s part of what took so long to leave as well. Cerenity had to keep things from devolving to the point where her club became an orgy.

“I don’t have the right insurance for this,” she grumbled.

It would have been really funny if I hadn’t been getting more and more uncomfortable.

Sucking in a deep breath, I smell whiskey and warm cinnamon. Fuck, a part of me thought I had hallucinated Christian getting shot. I can vaguely hear the sound of a drill, but that’s a really odd sound to hear. It’s shrill and hurts my ears, making me whine as it annoys me.

The feeling of Callum’s thick knot is the type of overwhelming sensation I need to drive away all other thoughts that are not about the alpha fucking me. I’ve never been more grateful to be an omega. It feels so damn good, and I need to be filled with his hot cum as soon as possible.

“More,” I gasp. “Callum, don’t go slow. Please.”

I can hear a rich, pained chuckle in a corner of the room right before Callum loses the tendril of control that he’s been holding onto. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated, and instead of fear, I feel anticipation. I want him to lose himself in me. I’m not afraid of the Kelly brothers nor the broody alpha in the corner of my nest. I want it all.

As my ass swallows the rest of Callum’s knot, Quinn crawls back toward me. Deciding I need to drown in her pussy, I lift her to straddle my face. Getting the memo quickly, she sits comfortably on my face so I can eat her out. I’m hungry, and she knows just how to make me happy.

Groaning, I hold her captive until I make her come all over me. I want to wear as much of their release on my skin as possible. I only let go of her when she wiggles to get free with a whine.

“I want to cover your dick with my slick so Duncan can suck it off,” she says, moving to impale herself on me. My eyes roll in a mixture of pleasure and pain, because I wasn’t ready for that.

“Quinn,” I gasp, opening my eyes to replace her smirking as she looks over her shoulder at me as she bounces on my cock. Callum loses himself to his rut, my leg thrown over his shoulder as he fucks me.

“Duncan wants his dick sucked, baby,” she moans, her cunt swelling around my shaft as she rolls her hips to take more of me. “Will you be a good boy and please our alpha?”

Those words trigger my first orgasm, and I swear I hear Christian’s groan as I come. I can’t see though, because the moment I turn my head, there’s a fat cock begging for attention.

I’ve never been this cared for during a heat before. I’m going to lap up every ounce of their adoration.

CHRISTIAN

Am I in hell or is this heaven? I’m having a really hard time figuring it out as I watch the heat play out in front of me. Quinn has changed into a devious little omega, grinning at me when her bearded alpha installed a loop wall plate next to me so he could handcuff me to it.

It’s fucking overkill if you ask me, which no one bothered to. A beta cleaned me up, packed the wound with gauze, and then slapped a bandage on it with a smirk as he left me with Duncan. That’s the name of the bearded alpha, after all.

I would have stayed in the room without all this fanfare, for the sole reason that Linus and I are scent matched. I want him to be cared for, spoiled, and adored. The fact that he recognized me as his match also means that I have to be here or he’ll suffer.

I don’t want that. I’ve never wished for their unhappiness even when I knew I was the reason for it.

It was stupid to throw myself in front of that damn bullet, but Bret was already getting off a shot, and Quinn’s gun was stuck in the harness that she had on her thigh. I want to burn the damn thing and buy her something that I know won’t fail her, no matter if she’s getting railed in the dress she was wearing or thrown around for some other reason.

The point is, if the choice was her or me, I would step in front of her to catch a bullet every time. Thankfully, in spite of the blood, the damn thing went right through my shoulder and didn’t hit anything important. So here I am, handcuffed to a wall, in pain, and trying to deny the urge to jerk off as I watch as a forced voyeur.

Taking in a shallow breath, I groan as the scents of sweet tea and lilac mix together in the air. Fuck, I don’t even mind the alpha scents that mix with them, because it smells like the perfect perfume. Every note is important, every person has their job.

Except mine is to watch and donate my pheromones to the cause. Fuck, this is the best and worst day I’ve had in a while.

Quinn’s tongue is being sucked on by the alpha with shorter hair, his fingers sinking into her curls. While she was over here watching Duncan suitably shackle me, she was also removing all of the sharp pins from her hair. The vibrant pink matches this new attitude that I’m beginning to realize has always been around.

She simply suppressed and muted it, much like her words. I love observing the wildness inside of her as she gives and takes what she needs, even if it may be bad for my health.

Growling, I unbuckle my belt one handed, cursing Duncan in my head as I do. This would be easier if I had both fucking hands and wasn’t sore from being fucking shot. They left me pain medication and water, but I’m uncomfortable taking anything while essentially guarding the nest.

I’m not an idiot. Just because the house was cleared doesn’t mean it’s safe. I have a gun at my back and one at my ankle, I don’t want to be high out of my mind if I have to use either. Finally, I breathe a small sigh of relief because I don’t want to feel the burning pain from moving too much.

I can’t believe that I’m about to fuck my fist to the tune of my omegas being fucked, but my life hasn’t made any sense until this moment. Pulling out my cock, my eyes hood as I watch the figures on the mattress move. Well, not Callum, because he’s firmly knotted in Linus’ greedy asshole.

The very reminder of what it was like to be with him makes my dick spurt precum. I’m doomed to be hard for however long I’m going to be in this room. If I don’t give myself some relief, I’ll be miserable.

Part of the magic of an omega’s heat is that an alpha is never flaccid. When I’m in the equivalent of the doghouse, that’s very unfortunate for me.

“I’m going to suck all of that cream off your dick,” Duncan groans, swallowing Linus down whole. Our omega’s scream makes my cock jump in my hand, while Quinn grins down at him.

“They’re taking such good care of you, aren’t they?” she asks, moving to kiss him. The Kelly brothers lavish Linus with attention, until Callum’s knot begins to soften enough to pull out of his ass.

“Yes. Duncan, fuck me please,” he whimpers.

A moment later, Duncan releases Linus’ cock, and Callum flips the omega onto his hands and knees. It’s done with the perfect amount of finesse, and then Duncan’s cock is filling Linus next. God, he’s presented so perfectly, and Quinn wiggles underneath him to suck his dick again.

It’s like the best fucking game of Twister in the entire world. Grunting, I rock my hand over my dick, jerking myself off as I bask in the sounds of skin slapping and pussy being eaten.

Callum moves to the bathroom to clean up quickly, and I ignore him until he comes back to stand in front of me.

“You’re interrupting my view,” I grunt, my head dropping back. While the alpha is attractive, he’s not my type.

“About that,” Callum mutters, glancing at Linus. He’s lost to the world, arms wrapped around Quinn’s thighs as he makes her scream. While they’re muffled due to the obstruction of his cock, I can feel my orgasm beginning to build.

I hope Callum doesn’t fuck it up. I’m so close.

“Yeah?” I grunt, hand refusing to stop.

“If Linus needs you, I won’t keep him away,” Callum says. “I don’t care if I have to hold your dick in order for him to sit on it, I’ll do fucking anything for him. You will not bite him, though. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I agree. The three of us have a lot to talk about before Linus or Quinn take that step with me. “I can hold my own dick, though, as you can see.”

Callum rolls his eyes, turning away in time for me to watch Quinn’s throat swallowing down Linus’ cum. The sight of that combined with the knot blowing Linus’ ass wide is enough for me to curse, finally going over the edge of my orgasm.

As long as there’s breath in my body, I’ll fight to be with them.

QUINN

Pushing back Linus’ hair, I sigh as I watch him sleep. Callum ran downstairs to get food, bottles of water, and pixie sticks to help him stay awake, which still makes me smile. He says it reminds him of how sweet my cream is.

Flatterer.

Meanwhile, Duncan is knot deep inside of Linus, keeping his knot warm while he sleeps wrapped around our omega. His light snores are reminiscent of a purr, relaxing my entire body.

“You should sleep while you can,” Christian murmurs from his corner when I yawn. “I have a feeling this heat is going to be long and hard.”

“I can’t,” I complain, flopping onto my back. My mind is too full of everything. It keeps playing the events of tonight over and over to torture me.

Sleep isn’t going to come for me unless I’m fucked into exhaustion. Which, based on how many times in the past few hours Linus has buried himself balls deep in my pussy, it’s a real possibility.

“This whole talking thing is fucking with my head,” Christian admits. “I really like it.”

“I think you’re a glutton for punishment,” I mutter. Not wanting to wake Duncan or Linus up, I carefully crawl off the mattress to talk.

“I’m chained up and forced to watch real life porn, I think you’re correct,” he says.

Pulling on one of many sweatshirts that are tossed over the blankets, I walk closer to Christian. His eyes greedily take me in, a spark of jealousy in them. I think this is one of Duncan’s articles of clothing, which means I’m completely covered past my knees.

“I just need you for your scent,” I tell him, pulling my hair free of the sweater’s neckline.

Christian is sprawled out on the chair as if he’s completely unbothered, his pants open with his cock resting on his cum stained stomach muscles. I should be disgusted.

I should be, but I catch myself licking my lips instead.

His shoulder is bandaged, and I shudder once my gaze makes it that far up his body.

“I’m fine,” he growls as I begin to get lost in my thoughts. “What fucking took you so long to get your shit together?”

“Excuse me?” I huff, my eyes leaping to meet his gaze. Stupid pretty alpha with all of these damn hot muscles. Fucking hate it. “Me?”

For a moment terror hits me as I’m at a loss for words. Shit, is whatever it was that let my brain actually talk over? Am I going back to the silence?

Warm fingers grab hold of mine, and I gasp in a breath.

“Breathe,” he whispers. “It takes breath to talk, nena mia. Give me one little one.”

I want to tell him to fuck off for babying me, but my lungs loosen enough for me to suck in air.

“Fuck me,” I gasp.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, but I have been enjoying watching you get fucked,” he says, amused.

I should pull away, but I don’t, leaving my fingers loosely linked in his.

“I went to the bathroom and someone jumped me,” I begin to explain. “She’s working with my father, and has been since I was fourteen years old when I first disappeared. In the struggle, my gun shifted so I couldn’t get a clean draw.”

“I’m getting you better gear,” he grumbles. “If you’re going to play Mafia Barbie, you may as well do it in a way that won’t get you killed.”

“Mafia… oh my God,” I hiss, annoyed as I pull my hand back. “I hope your dick falls off from having to jerk it so much, and you never replace your orgasm.”

“Quinn!” Christian whisper yells, his hand grabbing my sweatshirt to keep me from leaving. “You take it back, little witch.”

“Don’t be scared,” I say slyly. “I’m sure you could lose an inch or two and be just fine. Ah!”

Christian yanks me toward him, and I have to twist my body in an effort not to fall on his gunshot wound.

“Fuck, are you okay?” I gasp. My legs are tangled together, my naked ass half on his strong thigh while his arm holds me tightly against his chest.

“I’m fine,” he rumbles. My lashes flutter at his voice, and I clench my thighs together. Nope, I just insulted his dick. I want no part of it.

Except that it’s on my thigh, reminding me of exactly how thick and large it is.

“I see you need a reminder, so get your fill of it,” he murmurs. “Even after I’ve come twice while watching you, I’m still hard as fuck.”

I could blame omega pheromones during a heat, or his live porn, but he’s always been like this. It’s almost like old times where he’d watch, except I’m free now and he’s a very different man.

I can’t deny facts, even though I don’t know how to feel about it all yet.

“Tell me about this abduction in the bathroom,” he murmurs. “Please?”

“Riley and Sadie used to be friends of mine when I was a kid. At least, our parents always wanted us to be,” I sigh. “My father got them to convince me to ditch my guards at the mall and had people kidnap me that day. Tonight, Riley was working with some guy to get me to Bret. He told them that he was going to pay them after he left the mansion.”

“Highly doubtful they’ll see a penny, and now that they’re not just silly girls who were coerced into making a bad decision, their days are numbered,” he says. “Did you say Sadie?”

“Mmmhm,” I say, my head dropped onto his uninjured shoulder. “Why, are you going to tell me you fucked her?”

I don’t know where that came from or why it makes my lips pull back into a snarl. Why am I so jealous? Fuck. I’ve heard stories that they’re both alpha chasers, constantly trying to get fucked by them. Maybe that’s an unkind thing to believe, but I don’t care.

Riley tried to give me to Bret, and I don’t believe that Sadie wouldn’t sell me out given half a chance.

“I may have met Sadie at Celtic Knots, one of Corbin’s clubs,” he says gently. “I used her for information, not for her cunt. I can’t imagine touching anyone else. In fact, I haven’t ever since I met you sixteen years ago. There’s been no one else other than Linus.”

My brain feels like it’s short circuiting as I gaze up at him. All I can feel is the warmth of his body seeping into my skin, and hear the truth of his words.

“No one?” I whisper.

“You’ve both been it for me,” he murmurs. “All I can think of, the only two that I dream about. I will do everything in my power to make things right. Even if it means sitting in the naughty corner and playing the voyeur.”

“It’s not playing at anything if it’s true,” I say before I can pull back the words.

Linus’ whimper makes my head snap toward him so quickly, I wince at the twinge my neck gives. I can’t help anyone if I fuck up my body.

“Go to him,” Christian says as the door to the bedroom opens.

The gun is in his hand and pointed at Callum so fast I have to dig my fingers into his thigh to keep from falling. Thank God for core training. Otherwise, I’d be in a heap on the ground.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Callum mutters, continuing to put things away. Opening up a little package of pixie candy dust, he upends it into his mouth, winking at me. “Come help me keep Linus happy, Quinn.”

My omega’s whine gets me moving as if my hair was on fire, all thoughts leaving me. There’s just my best friend, our alphas, and the rising heat threatening to down us all in a haze of slick and need.