Page 76 of Briar
“Alpha,” I grumble in greeting, sucking on Willow’s clit as I swallow her whipped cream flavor. “I hurt.”
“Briar and I are texting now, and she says to go to her treehouse. She’ll meet you there. She’s walking out of work now. Don’t worry about work. I’m pulling you from the schedule. Can you do that? We’ll help you through this, Little Ballerina.”
“I don’t want to move,” I whimper. “Being in a car when you’re in heat fucking sucks.”
“I promise to make it worth it. Be a good boy for your alphas and get your butt moving.”
“Ugh. There better be orgasms,” I sigh, pushing myself up to get dressed.
“Do grumpy gremlins get punished?” Willow asks Atlas, lazily watching me.
“Oh, absolutely. Drive safely, Hummingbird.”
“You’re mean,” I pout, once my alpha hangs up.
“Don’t pretend you won’t love every second of it,” she says, getting up to pull on a pair of cotton shorts. Willow doesn’t bother with underwear, she doesn’t need to when I’m going to strip her bare again very soon.
Grabbing a go bag, she smirks as I raise my brow. “You’re rarely grumpy, and you were last night. I packed it just in case, baby.”
Ugh, she really is the best.
“I love you,” I sigh, taking her hand as we walk together. “This car ride is still going to suck though.”
“I’ll get us there as quickly as possible,” she promises, lifting the keys from the hook by the front door.
It’s the best place for them, otherwise they end up in the bathtub or in the freezer. Pulling open the door, we hurry through the hall. I’m practically dripping omega pheromones right now, and it’s not a safe thing. As it is, I’ll probably put all the alphas in the building into a rut. Their partners are going to be fucked very well for the next few days.
If they’re single, they’ll be fucking their cocks into the mattress. I would almost feel bad, but I’m too miserable.
Willow has me bundled into the car before I know it, and I wrap a blanket around myself from the bag. My heat can make me shiver as I lead up to the peak of it, which is why the space I’m in has to be temperature controlled. Thankfully, Briar will have all of that handled.
My teeth chatter even as I grit them together against the pain, and Willow sings along to her playlist in an attempt to distract me. As pretty as her voice is, I begin to slip into the haze of my heat where I begin to disassociate, to survive how much it hurts.
I meant it when I said that I hate car rides during my heat. My asshole is contracting around nothing, and it feels as if it’ll never stop cramping. Can you die from your hole refusing to relax?
Oh my fuck this hurts!
Willow lifts me into her arms once we arrive at Briar’s place, and I’m openly sobbing into her hair. I don’t care about being strong. I’m one huge mass of pain.
“Atlas is almost here,” Briar reassures me from the treehouse. Willow carried me in her arms, and tossed our bag onto the deck as she climbed up. I’m a fucking mess.
Willow and Briar help me undress, and I whimper as I collapse onto the mattress.
“I got you,” Willow promises, climbing on top of me. She’s the world's fastest undressed alpha, and if there were prizes to hand out for that kind of shit, she would win, hands down.
Grabbing hold of my cock, she rubs her thumb over my angry, red crown.
“Even your cock is grumpy. Let’s fuck the happy back into it, shall we?” she growls.
Briar lies beside me, naked except for a loose shirt. It smells like Atlas, and I really miss him right now. Nodding shakily to Willow, I grip her hips and pull her down my cock as soon as her entrance is snuggled up to my crown.
My groan is loud in the small enclosure of the treehouse, and Willow whimpers as I stretch her walls.
“Mine,” I gasp.
I know I’m grumpy and a pain in the ass during my heat. It’s how the universe balances how even-keeled I am the rest of the time.
The muscles in my throat tighten as I grit my teeth. The pain and pleasure play along my nerve endings as if they’re fucked up best friends, and my slick pushes out of my asshole as I pull Willow roughly up and down my cock.
