Wicked Harmony

Chapter 32 | Cal

Chapter 32

Cal

A fter the chaos backstage, my instincts are in overdrive and I’m about to lose it. All I want to do is grab Sin and toss her over my shoulder, carry her safely into my cave in the mountains. I’m considering tying her to the bed and keeping her there for the foreseeable future.

At least if I’m holding her in my arms, she’s safe.

I lost her for a moment in the crowd earlier and nearly tore the place apart trying to find her. When I finally barged my way through the throng of fans, her eyes were wide and she looked fucking terrified.

It took all my self-control not to punch a fucking hole through the wall to get her out of there.

I don’t know what I would have done if she’d gotten hurt tonight.

Micah and I take our time in the shower with Sin sandwiched between us. Slowly, we soap her up, massaging the soap into her soft skin and then shampooing her hair. We stay quiet. All the words I might have running through my head tangle on my tongue and instead I put my entire focus on taking care of Sin.

When we’re done in the shower, we wrap her in a fluffy towel and take her to bed. I envelop her in my arms and she snuggles into my chest with Micah spooning her from behind.

Sin lets out a deep sigh which soothes something deep inside of me. When she presses a soft kiss to my chest, I’m filled with warmth. Her eyes flutter closed and I meet Micah’s eye over the top of Sin’s head. He’s looking blissed-out and love-drunk and presses a kiss to Sin’s shoulder as I snuggle closer until I’ve buried my face in her hair.

Her soft body pressed against me is enough of a reminder that she’s safe. I wait until her breathing evens out before I let sleep drag me down.

THE NEXT MORNING, I wake-up with an angel in my arms, her hair spread over the pillow, face tucked against my chest. I wrap my arms tighter around Sin’s soft body and breathe in her sweet scent.

On her other side, Micah’s face pops up, looking half-asleep. “She’s safe, man.”

A rumble finds its way out of my chest before I can stifle it.

“That fucking backstage, man. I’ve had nightmares less terrifying,” I murmur as quietly as I can, not wanting to disturb Sin’s sleep. “They’d all lost their minds.”

He sighs heavily. “Yeah.”

If anyone knows how the crowd felt, it’s him.

“Were you wearing your cuff last night?”

He shakes his head. “Took it off as soon as things first turned nasty. I thought it was better to be able to pick up on any shifts in mood.”

“Could you make any sense of it?”

“I dunno, man. They were all this mixture of desperation and elation, dialed right up to eleven.”

I let out a soul-deep sigh. “Thank fuck for Dorian’s party trick.”

Sin squirms next to me and I press another kiss to her temple. It’s like I can’t keep my hands or my lips off her .

Then she squirms some more, grinding against me, and my cock instantly hardens.

Dammit. I don’t want her to wake up after the horror of last night with my fat cock pressing against her ass. I try to shift away, but she just wriggles closer until she’s pressed right up against me again.

“I don’t think she minds,” Micah murmurs with a little smirk.

Sin shifts once again until she’s grinding her ass right against my rock-hard cock. I groan as I’m hit with the scent of her arousal and my damn mouth waters.

Fuck. I want nothing more than to bury myself between her thighs.

I’ve made her come on my fingers and my tongue more times than I can count. And Micah and I have made her come between the two of us, leaving her a sated, limp noodle.

But I’ve never sunk my cock into her wet heat. Never experienced her pulsing around my dick like she does my finger when I’m sucking on her clit and finger fucking her until she clamps her thighs around my head.

I might still be hanging onto my virginity at the age of thirty, but that doesn’t mean I ever had any grand notions of losing it.

My cock just didn’t work right before. Before Sin.

She twists in my arms and presses a slow, hot kiss against my mouth and I suck on her lip, letting out a guttural groan.

“I want inside you,” I grunt, barely able to string the words together thanks to all the blood currently rushing to my cock.

Sin’s breath stutters as my words hit and she peers up at me, blinking those gorgeous eyes. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything.” Now the panic from last night has faded, there’s a barely healed wound inside me. My baser instincts need the connection between us.

I need to feel her skin on my skin. To bury myself inside her .

But Sin’s tiny compared to my brutish form. Something that’s never clearer than when one of my huge hands splays over her belly.

“Micah—”

“I know, brother.” He glances at me and then twists Sin’s head, kissing her languorously, before pulling back to cup her cheek.

He stares at her with pure devotion as he tells her, “Cal’s gonna eat your gorgeous cunt and I’m going to fuck you, Sin. Stretch you out and get you nice and wet so you can take his fat cock. How does that sound?”

She swallows and nods jerkily. “Yes. To all of that.”

Micah grins. “Good. Now Cal, lay down so Sin can straddle your face and you can worship her like she deserves.”

We rearrange ourselves on the bed and I’m glad as hell this is a group activity. It might be out of the ordinary for my first time, but I need Micah here, directing things. It’s the only way I’m not freaking the fuck out about hurting Sin.

I lay back and Sin hovers over me, staring down at me with her lips slightly parted.

“Lower,” I growl, gripping onto her ass cheeks and pulling her down until she’s seated on my face. I then lap at her folds, tonguing the wetness and moaning at her taste. I lick and suckle as Sin rides me. My cock grows harder than ever and I’m half concentrating on not coming in my pants before we get started.

Then Micah thrusts into Sin from behind and she lets out this fucking glorious moan that’s going to stay in my head for eternity. She grinds harder against my tongue, and I let out a growl against her clit. I can barely breathe, but who needs oxygen when I’ve got a mouthful of my mate’s pussy?

Not for the first time, I’m thankful for my stunted tusks. If I were any other Orc, this wouldn’t be possible.

Micah thrusts harder into her, keeping up a punishing pace, and the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin and moans .

Sin fucking loves it. If the ‘holy fuck, ohh holy fuckk’ she’s repeating over and over is anything to go by.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You feel like paradise. I could do this forever and never get tired of it,” Micah pants.

My cock’s spurting copious amounts of pre-cum as Sin continues to ride my face like it’s her destiny. She looks down, meeting my eyes with her lust-soaked gaze and my balls grow tight.

“Oh my fuck, I’m going to... I’m coming. Fuck. Keep doing that, Cal, I’m coming all over your face.”

My mouth fills with Sin’s arousal and I don’t let a drop go to waste, chasing the taste of her as I clean her up with long licks of my tongue. Then Micah grunts, coming hard inside her.

Sin pulls away with a little moan. “Sensitive,” she pants.

Micah leans forward, kissing her sweaty shoulder. “Not too sensitive to take Cal’s cock, are you?”

She moans against his mouth and I watch in fascination as he scissors first two and then three fingers inside her dripping cunt.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Micah asks.

“So ready.”

Sin shimmies down the bed and more pre-cum oozes out of me as she takes hold of the fat head of my cock, slowly brushing it against the dripping entrance of her cunt. We’re both soaked already and she slowly presses it against her opening, lowering herself down and sucking in a breath as I stretch her out.

My eyes don’t know where to focus. They flit from her face to her stretched out opening, and back again as she lifts up and slowly lowers down again, taking me deeper and deeper.

“Too much?” I rasp once she’s halfway seated. Her legs are trembling and I’m holding myself back from gripping her ass and pulling her down so I can fit all the way inside her.

“You’re doing so good, Sin. Watching you take him is sexy as hell. You’re like a damn queen and we’re your humble servants,” Micah babbles. His pupils are blown and I’m pretty sure he’s off his tits right now on the lust that’s pumping out of the three of us.

“You feel incredible.” I eventually get enough control of my tongue to say that much. “You are incredible. Perfect. Mine.”

I thrust up slightly and Sin sinks deeper until she’s somehow fully seated on my thick, long cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re so deep. I can feel you in my throat,” Sin mutters.

I’m shuddering, my limbs spasming as I grip the sheets beneath me. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Sin.”

She rides me slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t care. It feels so good to be stuffed full of you, Cal. Thank you for sharing your first time with me.”

I shake my head. My balls are so tight it’s almost painful, but I pant out a response. “It could never be anyone else.”

Micah reaches around to play with Sin’s clit, and I feel her clenching around me. Then he’s kissing a line down her spine and Sin gasps and I can feel her pulsing like she’s trying to squeeze the cum out of my cock.

I only last another couple of seconds and then my balls are growing impossibly tighter and I’m coming. Hard. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of me as then I flood Sin’s channel.

She pulls off me and I’m mesmerized by the sight of my cum dripping out of her, filled with the intense desire to push it right back in, where it belongs.

Sin raises an eyebrow. But rather than being disgusted that I unloaded what looks like months’-long buildup, she grins.

“I guess we better get cleaned up. We’re gonna owe housekeeping a massive tip.”

I press a kiss to her lips and scoop her into my arms, meeting Micah’s eyes over the top of her head.

The look we share says it all .

Yeah, she’s perfect.

AT LEAST WE GET THAT moment of connection and blissful release, because as soon as we leave the bedroom, we’re thrown into chaos.

“How many times do I have to repeat it? If you’re in public, keep your shades on and your dick in your pants.” Jules is in the middle of reaming out Dorian when we step into the suite’s kitchen.

“I didn’t even have my dick out, Jules. Fuck. It wasn’t as bad as the pictures make out.”

“But you admit you had your glasses off in public. You used your powers on your fans, Dorian. I don’t know if you realize how seriously fucked up this situation is.”

He tugs at his hair, letting out a frustrated growl. “There was no choice, Jules. Would you rather we got torn apart? Those fans were rabid last night. Want to see my bruised nips as proof?”

She shudders. “I want you to keep your damn clothes on. Seriously, is that so hard?”

“He didn’t have a choice, Jules,” Sin says, stepping up beside Dorian.

Since she’s beside him, she misses the dopey expression he shoots her. It’s like he’s both shocked and awed by her standing up for him.

I smirk, and he catches my eye, flipping me the bird.

“What the fuck happened to our security last night?” I grunt.

Jules huffs and downs a cup of coffee before pouring herself another one. “Well, you know those pin things Sin gave to all the staff so they wouldn’t be affected by her woo-woo? Apparently, someone in their head office told them they’d dull their reflexes, so the entire security team decided not to wear them without informing anyone. I tracked them down a little while after the gig and half of them had their dicks out while the rest were nowhere to be found.” She shakes her head, downing more coffee like that’s going to help things.

“Who told them it would dull their reflexes?” Iri asks. His tone is sharp, and he’s quietly fuming from his position in the corner of the room.

Jules sighs before reaching out once again to refill her cup, but her hand is shaking so badly, she can barely get the liquid poured without it spilling everywhere.

I shift the cup away from her and pat her hand. “Think you’ve had enough of that.”

She groans, rubbing her eyes. “You’re probably right. What a fucking mess.” She twists to address Iri. “I dunno who told them. It wasn’t any of our guys. Or at least no one’s admitting to it.”

“Not surprising. They’d be out on their asses if they came clean.”

“Now, let’s talk about the articles and those pictures,” Jules says, turning her attention to Sin, who shoots a confused look around.

“Uh, what articles and what pictures?”

Jules’s face stretches into an awkward grimace and I take a step closer to Sin, pulling her into my lap. Something tells me we won’t want to hear whatever Jules has to say next.

“Ah, I kinda forgot you haven’t been up all night, too. There are... some, uh, pictures of you online. You and Cal... and Micah...”

“Right.”

“And of you with Iri... and Dorian. They’re... well, they’re seriously sexy, babe.” Jules taps on her laptop, which is open on the table, and spins it around so Sin can see.

I lean forward, scanning the images at the same time as the woman in my lap.

There’s one of Sin sandwiched between Micah and me at the airport. I have my arm wrapped tightly around her, holding her up as she straddles Micah’s waist while my face is buried in her neck .

The next one is of Dorian and Sin. I don’t know where the hell they are, but he’s on his knees in front of her, looking about two seconds from hiking up her skirt and burying his face in her sweet cunt.

Then there’s the picture of Iri right after last night’s gig, outside the arena. He’s staring at Sin with such hunger in his eyes.

Jules is right. A lot of them are downright erotic.

There are dozens of pictures. Some are slightly blurry and others are in perfect focus. They were taken over the past few weeks, stretching back as far as to that night before we left the city to head to the cabin. One photo shows Micah and Sin standing just outside the hotel we stayed in, and he’s staring down at her like she’s the first ray of sunlight after a long winter.

“You’re right,” Sin replies, sounding a little breathless. “These are hot as fuck. Creepy, since it’s clear someone’s been following us on all our dates, but still—” She fans herself. “—I’d quite like to frame some of these.”

“We could start our own horny scrapbook,” Dorian replies.

“We should,” Sin mutters, her eyes still on the screen.

Then she scrolls down, pausing when she reaches the comments section.

One thing I’ve learned from ten years in the band. You never read the comments.

“Ah, apparently I’m skanky trash and a fat bitch who shouldn’t be within ten feet of you guys.”

Jules winces. “Yeah, welcome to the internet. The comments are fucking toxic. You should never bother with them, especially when they’re about you. That’s a surefire way to never wanting to leave the house again.”

Iri reaches over and drags the laptop away from Sin, shutting the screen with a snap.

“Right, we need a statement on you boning the band, Sin,” Jules says. “We’ve also moved our next flight up to today. Once we’re across the ocean, no one’s going to notice you anywhere near as much as they will here.”

“Our statement is that our private life is our own fucking business,” Iri growls.

Sin has stiffened in my lap. Her gaze on the floor.

“All right, love?” I ask, tipping her chin up so she’s looking me in the eye.

“I guess my face is out there now, huh? It might sound dumb, but I never expected to see myself plastered all over the trashy online sites.”

Guilt hits me like a punch to the gut and I press my lips to hers.

I know how careful she’s been for years now.

And we’ve just exposed her to the world.

Fuck.

“Don’t worry, love. Whatever happens, we’ll protect you.”

I just hope I can keep that promise.