This was our game. He’d set the rules for us. And now he was hunting for some woman?
It wouldn’t do.
I wouldn’t stand for it.
Joon took a corner, and I waited a few moments before following after, ensuring that I wouldn’t get too close and ruin the game before I was ready. But, when he moved to take the next, he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening as they caught sight of my white mask looming in the darkness, their breath picking up with what I could only pray was a mix of excitement and fear.
“H-hi Cameo,” he stammered out, backing up a few paces as I continued to circle him like a shark, meeting him step for step, but not coming any closer. "Aren't you going to claim your prize?”
I shook my head, motioning down the long hallway. “I’m not sure you want me to, Gattino. You seem awfully preoccupied."
“Preoccupied?” he repeated back to me, taking another step backwards that I matched with my own.
“Skittish,” I confirmed, taking a slow breath that left Joon’s sweet taste lingering on my tongue… but, now I was close enough to make out there rest, an earthier sweetness that didn’t belong to my omega, but set my blood aflame regardless, mind spinning with irritation at the idea of Joon in someone else’s arms.
“Not at all,” the omega breathed as their back hit the wall, making them stumble with a little yelp of surprise. "Okay, maybe I’m a little?—”
“Run,” I interrupted in a quiet hiss, eyes narrowing behind the mask.
I wasn’t ready for the chase to end, newly found frustration needing an outlet before I took out my negative emotions on the omega.
Though the darkness lingering at the edges of my soul wondered if that was exactly what he wanted. It was what he offered, after all. That whoever won, whoever claimed him first, was able to use him however they wished.
Did he mean it?
Did this omegawantto be punished?
“But you’ve already caught me,” Joon pouted, crossing his arms over his flat chest and making his tied button-down shirt. From a distance, he really was soft enough to be mistaken as a woman, femininity and masculinity existing in him within equal measure, exciting in a way that I’d never anticipated.
“Sure,” I conceded. “But where is the fun in that?”
“In your prize?” the omega said hopefully, dark eyes meeting mine with an eagerness that I felt fluttering my stomach before it made a sure line directly to my cock.
I wondered what those wanting eyes would look like, lined in silvery tears as I filled his mouth with my cock. If he’d moanjust from the taste of me, or if I’d only be rewarded by the sweet noises I’d heard through Indi’s closed bedroom door if I fucked his tight hole.
“Run,” I ordered again.
This time, he obeyed. Using his hands against the wall to push off and nearly overbalancing, taking off down the corridor with loud, heavy steps better than a tracking device, as I shot off after him.
It was a little unfair, my pair of flat boots with a subtle lift bringing me to a hulking 6’5’’ in comparison to Joon’s 5’10’’, even with the help of four-inch heels giving me the advantage in stride and dexterity as we took sharp corners, my hand looping around the edge to swing myself around faster with a loud whoop.
He scrambled, scarpering away like a mouse in the trap as he bobbed and weaved through the maze until we reached the edge of the mirrored hall, Joon’s flushed face reflecting back at me with my mask nearly glowing in the dark.
Beautiful. Haunting.
And devastatingly fun in a way I worried I wouldn’t feel again any time soon.
I’d gotten too excited, been too sloppy, and when I entered the confined space, I realized that the maze became much more challenging, nearly colliding with the wall on my first turn before I slowed to a halt, listening as Joon’s quickened breaths got further away.
“Annoying,” I murmured, feeling and listening my way through the tight twists and turns, unsure how I managed to somehow circle around the omega until I was in front of him.
But the layout of the maze could be pondered later, for now, I had a prize to claim—and after I’d nearly lost it due to my own hubris? There was no more playing.
It was time for action.
A scream tore from Joon’s lips as I materialized seemingly from thin air around a bend, my reflection refracting tenfold in the mirrored walls. The frightening effect of my stalking was augmented by the pulsing lights, his panting breaths spiking as he looked up at me in terror.
“Gotcha,” I said, hand closing around his forearm and turning him so he faced the mirror.
