“Holy shit.”
I let my hand drift over it lazily, relieving some of the pressure that’d been building since he came down the stairs in that ludicrous get-up–there’d always been something about a short skirt and knee-high socks that scratched along the ridges of my brain. The soft squish of thigh at the top before the hem of the pleated fabric, like a high-pitched whistle demanding my attention.
“Like what you see?” I asked, almost rhetorically, barely concealing my laugh at the omega’s cartoonish bobble of his head in response.
My body inched a bit closer until my cock hovered over his. The larger, thicker length almost made Joon’s disappear from my view.
“Hold them together,” I ordered, adjusting to get low enough to facilitate the motion, purplish knot at the base already threatening to swell.
I tightened my abs to stave off—it wouldn’t be long until I was buried in my omega’s tight little hole, rutting him into the floor like a beast, and I didn’t want to waste a single drop of the cum he deserved on the floor.
Joon was quick to comply, adjusting his fingers with some difficulty to try and stroke us at the same time with a shuddered breath.
Sure, it’d taken a bit of work to wear the omega down, but that only made his current compliance more delicious. Joon was putty in my hands, and soon, he’d be bound to me in a way that couldn’t be severed.
“Just like that,” I praised roughly, voice tight with pleasure. “Such a good little fucktoy. See how good it feels to follow instructions? To pleasure yourmaster?”
I threw the honorific he’d used for me back at him, and Joon groaned, moaning as he fucked into his own hand, rubbing his precum-slick cock against mine. “Fuck, Cameo, yes, it feels so?—”
The rising sound of a woman moaning made him pause, wet and garbled. That was expected, given where we were—but what was a surprise, what made Joon’s hand still, was the inclusion of Marcus’ voice.
For one incredulous moment, I’d thought that my lust-drunk, hazy mind had conjured the sound itself. But Marcus and I had never been that way, good friends and willing participants in sharing the odd partner, but not romantically inclined.
But when that all too familiar salty-sweet scent hit my nose, I knew that it wasn’t my imagination.
I pulled away from Joon, and he whined, an indignant look taking over his features. “Hey! We weren’t?—”
“Come here, Gattino,” I interrupted, standing and tucking my cock away before offering my hand to help him off the floor.
His hand was quickly in mine, and I relished the act of obedience, tugging the omega to his feet with a soft brush of my palm to dislodge the dust from his back before we were off, following my ears and nose towards where Marcus was hiding, just two more corridors from where I’d caught Joon.
“Cameo, what—” Joon started, before falling silent, his eyes landing on the same sight as mine.
For a second, I was worried I was seeing double. Marcus had his cock balls deep into a pink pigtailed omega’s mouth where she kneeled on the ground in front of him. A sinfully short plaid skirt and a carefully tied button-up shirt revealing the curve of her ass. But when I looked closer, it was obvious they weren’t the same. Her face was heart-shaped, and her tits bounced onevery thrust into her mouth, threatening to spill out of her top. It wasn’t long before I could parse out her sweet but earthy strawberry matcha scent from the others around us, my mind placing the scent as the same one I’d smelled on Joon.
It was a bit of a shock, I couldn’t smell it from where Joon and I had been playing, given how intense it was. But I’d been so focused on my omega that I’d entirely blocked out the clear signs of another in heat close by.
And she wasdefinitelyin heat, her skin nearly glowing with warmth as a sheen of sweat slicked along her neck and chest, sticking her shirt to her back.
Joon’s eyes moved between Marcus and the girl with a mix of need and jealousy, thighs pressing together as he hesitated.
“Fuck,” he whispered on a moan, leaning into my side heavily. “Eva?”
Our eyes lockedas I said her name, an even deeper flush rushing over her skin as she whined around my alpha’s cock. Marcus never broke his focus from her, his hands firmly locked into her hair as he pounded into her face with low growls that I felt all the way to my toes.
Emotions rushed over me, so many at once that I could hardly keep my head on straight. The lust of seeing Eva and Marcus like this, the confusion at how they got here, and the intense, burning jealousy at seeing either of them with anyone but me.
I’dfound Eva first. Marcus was supposed to bemyalpha. Well… not mine, my alpha adjacent, I guess. But the principle still stood. It was supposed to be me.
My ears were ringing.
The rush of emotions paired with the scents of everyone had my head spinning, a tight, uncomfortable feeling blossoming in my chest.
“Hey,” a strong, deep voice purred close to my ear, cutting through the noise in my head. Cameo was there, his large body behind me, arms curling around my chest to close around my front. His temple brushed mine, surprisingly sweet as he scent-marked me, the plastic of his mask nudging against my skin. “You okay?”
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, looking up at him through the thick eyelashes artfully glued to my eyelid. With him close like this, I felt the anxiety that’d knotted my stomach loosen. “They’re so hot together.”
For a moment, I wished I could see his face. Wished I could know exactly what he was thinking, but the only thing I got back was the pale, unmoving gaze of his mask. In part, it made me uneasy—this alien, unreadable thing that made it difficult to tell if I was doing the right thing. But another part of me felt… hot all over.
