“Better,” he paused a moment. “Light check?”
I blinked a couple of times, my mind hazy with the lingering prickle of my scalp. “Um…”
“Do you need to be reminded what they mean?” he asked, voice softening slightly, losing that hardened edge.
I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor for it, my loud whine bouncing back as us from the mirrored walls. “No, alpha…” I whispered, catching my eye in the reflective glass.
My blown pupils stared back at me, lips parted on heavy pants of air, fruitlessly trying to get some oxygen to my brain to make it think of anything but getting this alpha to fuck my face. I looked so unlike me, yet somehow, the most authentic I’d ever felt.
“Green.”
“Good. Open.” That hard edge was back, the alpha’s free hand possessive on my jaw.
I obeyed him instantly, my eyes leaving my needy face in the mirror to meet his behind the mask. My tongue rested against my lower lip for him expectantly.
His hand left my face, long fingers circling around his cock for a slow jerk that made another decadent drop of opalescent precum bead from the tip.
“Good girl, Dolly,” he murmured, using his grip to tap his fat head on my waiting tongue. “If you need to stop, you’ll tap me three times. Show me now so I know you understand.”
It was a pointless exercise. I was so horny that I would’ve let him choke me to death if it meant he’d fuck my still pussy after. But I did what he asked anyway, delivering three sharp pats against the alpha’s leg.
With the mask obscuring his face, I couldn’t see it, but something about the way his scent wrapped around me in response made me think he was smiling.
A thought that fled my mind, along with anything else, as he pressed his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around it, moaning as the alpha’s sweet and salty flavour invaded my senses, making me lightheaded.
“Just like that,” he groaned, hand tightening around the back of my head, pulling at my hair as he fucked slowly into my mouth, inch by inch.
It felt a lot like teasing, the alpha moving in and out bit by bit, giving me a little more each time.
I wanted it all, but I’d learned my lesson about taking before this alpha offered.
He groaned as my tongue swirled over his head on an in stroke, rewarding me with a harsher thrust into my mouth that had me gagging as he reached the back of my throat.
Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening my mascara and eyeliner as he used me in earnest, fucking my mouth with a hand at the back of my head, keeping me steady. I moaned around him, the bite of his fingers into my scalp driving me as wild as the continuous thrusts past my lips.
My body tightened with each gag, fighting to pull away on instinct alone, but the alpha’s hand never let up.
“Relax,” he ordered softly, just audible over the wet, embarrassing sounds escaping my lips. A trail of drool slowly formed until it dripped onto the floor in a soft splash, staining the concrete.
My knees ached from the cold floor, the rest of my body on fire as I whimpered around his thick shaft, doing my best to follow orders and let my body go slack.
The alpha picked up the pace, his soft grunts mixing with my moans into a symphony of sound that had me teetering on the edge already.
“Such a perfect little fuck doll,” he praised. “Now, let’s see if I can break you.”
I hadto give it to them; they’d really gone all out this year when it came to decorations and experiences, but if I had to fill out one more fucking form, I was going to freak out.
I wasn’t interested in anything or anyone, except for the omega that I came with, regardless of whatever the fuck the stupid green bracelet around my wrist meant.
Most of my time hunting for Joon was spent dodging other guests and politely declining invitations to fuck other, less tempting omegas.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with them… They just weren’tmine.
Not to mention I’d lost damn near twenty fucking minutes getting caught up talking to Charlie after I’d bumped into him waiting for some cotton candy for his boyfriend.
I hadn’t seen the guy in ages, and it was nice to catch up—especially since with the sale of Scent CX, we didn’t see each other nearly as much as we used to. But I was on a fucking mission.
Search and destroy that cheeky omega bitch. Make sure that he knew exactly what kind of pack he was fucking with, and that this one foot in the door, one foot out shit might work for a prissy dickhead like Indigo, but if Joon was going to be mine, he was going to be all mine.
