The assistant turned the box around as blood dripped down the woman’s breast to splatter onto the wooden floor of the stage, revealing her round, pale ass on the other side of the box, large pink streaks across her flesh where the sword had struck her.
“I need a volunteer from the audience to fuck sweet Angel while I stick her like a pincushion—any takers?”
Hands rose, shouts rang out, the clamouring became so loud that it made my head hurt, only continuing to further sour my mood. “Oh for Pete’s sake?—”
“How about you, in the black?” the magician said, pointing to Cameo.
He blinked in surprise, lips parting as his gaze swept over the scarlet-tinged blade.
I let out a growl, stomping on his foot to get his attention. “The game starts now.”
Cameo yelped, hopping away, holding up his foot with a cranky glower. It didn’t matter, though, I’d gotten what I wanted, my alpha’s attention firmly where it belonged—on me.
He gripped my arm, hard enough for the pain to make me hiss. “If you run Gattino, I will chase you.”
I twisted out of Indigo’s hold, their warm laugh following after me as I scrambled away in my platforms.
“You’re in for it now,” they called after me.
“Better hide,” chimed in Marcus, and, if I wasn’t so terrified of the manic gleam in Cameo’s eye when he rounded on me, or slightly concerned about the amount I found myself enjoying this, I might’ve thought it sounded like he was smiling. For a moment, I turned back, wanting to see if I was right, but all I saw was the three of them pulling on their masks, the empty-looking eyes trained on me as I took off.
The games whipped past me as I ran, the pack calling a loud count after me, starting from one hundred and descending. As I got further, I tried to keep their counting rhythm in my head, tracking how much time I had.
Even in these ridiculous shoes, it didn’t take long for me to get far enough that their voices didn’t carry in the crowd, my heart going a mile a minute as I took corners at random, dashing around the carousel and towards the beer tents. They were evenbusier than the games, the pheromones coming off of the area so strong that it made my head spin with clawing, needy wanting.
The mass of bodies, unchecked sexual gratification and desire would be the perfect cover, masking my scent and making me effectively invisible as I crossed over the threshold, immediately colliding with someone.
“Hey!” the girl complained from her new place on the rug-covered ground. “Watch where you’re going!”
I stopped long enough to offer my hand to her, my grin going too big for my face as I took in her outfit—a plaid mini skirt and artfully tied button-up top with knee-high socks with Mary Janes and pink pigtails. A perfect match for mine.
“Oh my god, I’m sooo sorry!” I said quickly, watching the recognition bloom over her face.
“It’s all good–Kill floor?” she asked of my outfit as she accepted my help up, turning me for inspection the second she was on her feet. “You look so fucking good!”
“Me?” I said with a laugh, pulling her in for an overly excited hug. “Look at you! Your wig looks so real!”
“It’s my real hair!” she laughed, giving the cutest little wriggle I’d ever seen as she hugged me back. “I’m Eva, it’s crazy to meet another Brit fan. No one ever plays her!”
“Joon. They just don’t get the genius behind her perk. Think she’s a feeder.”
“Yeah, totally don’t get her genius, it’s fucked,” Eva said with a shake of her head, her thin body pressed flush against mine.
She was… stunning. Big blue eyes to get lost in, framed by thick lashes, a round face that played on the cute side more than sexy, but was totally contrasted by her sinfully hot outfit.
A pink blush dusted her cheeks, a sweet strawberry scent meeting my nose with something smoother, earthier. “Um, Joon?” she said, and the way her lips shyly wrapped around my name made me wonder how they’d look circled around my cock.
Ah, fuck, my cock.
I realised the reason for her blush a little too late, the hard line of my length jabbing into her aggressively. Between the thrill of being chased, the sexy magic show, and the sinfully sweet woman in front of me, how else was I supposed to act?
That’d sure serve those stupid alphas right… Have them think they were going to spend the night fucking my brains out, only to find me balls deep in an unsuspecting woman omega.
“Sorry–I, uh—honestly, you’re stunning,” I said, trying to be respectful even as my inner thoughts raged with the idea of tossing her into the pile of cushions just off to the side for a hard fuck that left her trembling.
She took my hand, lifting our twined fingers to show off her green bracelet beside mine. “I’m not bothered… Are you here alone?”
“No, I’m with… a guy I’m seeing and his pack.”
