Bond and fucking all.
Once they finally let me into the maze, I used my nose to hunt for Joon’s fruity caramel scent. It was too dark, and there were too many forks in the path and dead ends to trust my eyes or luck.
And my ears?
The only thing I could hear was screams and moans in every direction, the amount of input even with the darkened lights maddeningly invasive to my senses.
Get it together,I thought harshly as I took a wrong turn, finding myself at yet another dead end.
If I wasn’t quick, there’d be little chance that I’d get to him before Marcus did. Not only was his stride longer than mine—a fact he loved to bring up ateveryopportunity—but he also had a head start.
I wouldn’t let that deter me, though. Marcus was overconfident in the way most chefs were. Used to his orders being followed without question to the T. So when things didn’t go to plan, it made him sloppy, easy to make a mistake.
And that? That was a character flaw that I could capitalize on. Especially in a situation like this.
All I needed to do was keep my head, and I’d have my cock buried inside that omega slut’s hole faster than you could say come out, come out.
“Fuck!” a familiar, frustrated voice huffed, footsteps moving closer from the end of the next corridor.
I smirked to myself, victory already making my heart pick up the pace as I tucked myself into a nearby alcove, lying in wait.
Joon came into view shortly after, toddling along in his platform boots.
Cute, I thought as he passed by, steps shuffling hurriedly beyond my hiding place.
I was a bit childish that way; Ilovedplaying with my food. Revelled in taking my time before I sank my teeth in for that first rewarding taste of victory.
It wasn’t any fun to catch him straight away, then the game was over before it began. No, it was much better to let the little omega think he was getting away with it. That he’d gotten away from me, from all of us, before I showed him just how wrong he was.
Indigo may have been the one to find him, but Joon was as much mine as he was theirs—so long as I was the first to claim him.
A task well within my grasp, as he shuffled only a few short paces ahead of me.
That little omega was mine, and when I finally allowed myself the pleasure of catching up to him, I wouldn’t let him forget it.
I stepped out from my hiding space, keeping my distance as I tailed Joon in the dark. In the enclosed space, I had a feeling he could scent me, but that only added to the excitement of the hunt as they took corners seemingly at random, his ludicrously short skirt bouncing with every step as I pursued him like something between a peacock’s tailfeathers and the brightly hued skin of a poisonous frog.
Tempting and warning in equal measure.
Predator and prey, with little to no distinction in which of the options were fact versus fiction.
The entire thing was exhilarating, my cock stirring in my trousers as I got close enough for another taste of Joon in the air,his sticky-sweet flavour sticking to my teeth like the caramel of his scent.
Soon, I promised the dark, twisted part of me that wanted to make him scream.
Soon, I would take everything from him. Show him why toying with me and my pack was dangerous.
Because I wasn’t playing, not really. No. I wanted Joon.
I wanted, above all else, an omega to call my own. Someone that I could consume as much as cherish.
And Joon was that omega.
“Where did she go?” he muttered aloud, barely audible over the purposefully creepy ambient music being played over the crackling speakers.
My chest pinched uncomfortably with a rush of jealousy.
Who was he talking about?
