Served them right, I thought as I broke into a jog, taking corners at random as I tried to make my way through the maze, as much as in an effort to put as much distance between me and the entrance as possible.
Let’s see how positive Indigo was that their precious little omega cocksleeve was anything more than the typical needy cumrag ready to jump at any alpha that was offered.
I caught a whiff of caramelized sugar and apple, letting it propel me through the next couple turns, passing by a pair of alphas lying in wait with a bark to get out of my way as long candyfloss pigtails disappeared down the hall.
It didn’t take me long to spot him, standing stock still with his eyes locked on a pair of men in the corner as they played.
Is that what Joon wanted? For me to sweep them into some just out of the way alcove to take my prize? To steal away what I deserve?
Take him out from Indi’s nose, show my packmate that they were the same as any omega they’d tried with before? Temporary.
And that I was here forever.
Always.
I didn’t care about fucking him first, not really. Just about beating Indigo to the punch.
I slid my arms around his slender frame, drawing his warm body against mine with a smirk, my lips nearly pressed against his ear as I spoke.
“There you are, I’ve come to claim my prize, fuckdoll.”
The feminine whimper that met my words, paired with a flood of earthy strawberry perfume, made me freeze. The girl in my arms, clothed in a match for Joon’s outfit, was very clearly not the omega I was looking for.
I hadn’t noticed with the other scents in the room and the dim lights, but as she turned her pale, heart-shaped face to me, I was struck by how beautiful she was.
“And what, exactly, have you won, alpha?”
The light strobed above us, every pulse revealing flushed cheeks. A sheen of sweat glistened along her skin, lips puffy from anxious nibbling as her long lashes fluttered with her long, deep inhale.
The needy, nearly hollow expression was something I’d become exceptionally familiar with in my scheduled trips to Omega’s Lust—the beginning stages of heat.
My cock stiffened as a louder moan drew her eyes back to the couple in the corner.
I didn’t bother to consider if it was her interest or her scent that did it, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t here for her. I was going to have to behave.
“Hot, isn’t it?” I asked, liking it a little too much when she jumped, those big, oceanic eyes finding my masked face against as she turned, bashful expression something like a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar.
“I wasn’t looking!” she rushed out.
“That would probably disappoint them,” I said slowly, taking another step closer.
She didn’t back away, didn’t move at all. A deer in headlights while a predator stalked her through the night.
Her eyes closed and opened a few times in several slow blinks, nostrils flaring slightly with her deep inhale as she swayed in place.
Was it my scent that she was hunting for like that? I’d already taken to shallow, half breaths in an effort not to totally lose myself in hers, the delicate balance of matcha and strawberry with a sweetness I didn’t expect.
Like a gourmet dessert just waiting for me to stick a fork into before devouring.
“What?” she asked vaguely, pink tongue darting to wet her lips. “Why?”
“They love an audience. Why do you think they chose right there? They want you to watch.”
Hesitantly, like she was trying to resist, the omega turned to look back at the couple. They’d changed positions, the smaller man’s leg was being held aloft by the other’s hand, his other hand made a thrusting motion I was sure was him fingering him, his partner's head threw back on a heavy moan as he trembled.
Temporarily, it was like there was no one else in the room as the omega in front of me stood stock still, eyes wide and full of desire as her scent flooded around us.
She liked the idea of watching; that much was easy to tell.
