Probably.
But I wasn’t wrong, he and Joon had been circling around each other like the Earth and Moon, always just out of reach. Pushing away like two positive ends of a magnet. When I brought it up to Joon he’d mumble that he wastryingto make a connection, but would quickly change the subject. It wasn’t easy for either of them, but Marcus was the one so concerned with packing up right this damn minute. Which meantheneeded to be the one to push and put in the effort. Instead, he was talking about Joon like he was damaged goods. Which was wild considering the people he’d preferred to surround himself with.
Marcus included.
Even so, I didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. I wanted to talk to him further, but he disappeared before I could reach him, and the attendants here were very strict about their forms. And whilenormally I was very appreciative of their attention to detail, right now it made me want to scream.
After filling out every signature they needed and listening to their spiel, I headed inside. It was… overwhelming. Scents flew everywhere. The sounds of running, screaming, moaning, music, bounced off every wall. There was almost no light to speak of, and then suddenly large bursts of it.
I’d been searching for what felt like hours when I finally forced myself to stop and take a deep breath. It was meant to be like this, and I was letting myself get frustrated, as opposed to enjoying the experience.
The mirror maze section was trippy, but gave me a moment to look at myself. It was a bit obscured through the mask, but it wasn’t impossible. The mask gave me a certain anonymity that I quite liked. And though a few people had approached me to ask to play, the yellow bracelet was a pretty good deterrent.
Okay, time for a pep talk.You got this. You’re gonna find them, and fuck Joon so hard he won’t see straight for a week. You just need to focus.
I repeated the mantra in my mind a few times before a very familiar scent hit my nose. The very scent that had picked Joon out of the crowd at the coffee shop. Not even the bitter brew could mask his sweetness, and now that I’d locked onto it, I had no plans on letting it escape. With a roll of my neck, I took off towards his scent, boots pounding the concrete under my feet.
It took me a bit to navigate through the reflective walls, but I finally turned the corner where all of their scents hit me, along with one I wasn’t familiar with. An almost… fruity scent, but sweeter than Joon’s.
I froze, taking stock of what was going on before me.
Cam was behind Joon, fucking into him. I could tell it was him by the flashes I got of his hand tattoos. And Joon was thrusting into a woman who was dressed just like him. Or atleast she was… now her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her shirt and bra were in tatters. Marcus thrusting into her mouth, fucking her throat nice and hard.
How had everyone gotten here?
Joon’s face snapped towards me, as if he could sense me there, or probably just scented me there. He was lust drunk, the enjoyment of being squished between everyone evident. Still, the spark of interest at seeing me was instant, contorting his entire face.
That was something I loved about him. It didn’t matter what was going on around us, whether it was us alone or he was fucking and being fucked, when he saw me, there was always this softness to his eyes that told me how much he wanted me. No one outside of my pack had ever looked at me with such softness, and it was something I cherished.
Cameo was the next to see the distraction I presented. There was no facial expression to gauge, but the fucker couldn’t keep it to himself anyway.
“You just a voyeur tonight, or do you plan on using the toys we caught?”
A laugh tore from me as I made my way forward. “Stupid bastard,” I muttered lovingly, stopping short of the omegas.
I positioned my body in front of Joon, Marcus finally noticing my presence, his mask snapping up to meet me. He said nothing, just a barest nod to acknowledgement that I wasn’t some rando trying to join in before he went back to pounding the poor, pink-haired omega’s throat.
Recognition skittered through me in a wave, my cock, already pressing firm against my zipper painfully hard, jumping to attention like I’d been electrocuted.
Eva.
I’d have time to work out my feelings about seeing someone I knew in the middle of my pack later.
Much less.. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d been particularly quiet about the fact that I’d had a crush on her. Wildly, I wondered if that was why Marcus had chosen this particular omega to fuck tonight.
I doubted it, given the waves of heat-soaked perfume she was letting off. A coincidence was more likely.
And fuck, what a joyful coincidence it was.
Her eyes widened in recognition as Joon sat up, helped by Cameo’s hand around his throat to keep him partially upright. The light sheen in my omega’s eyes was cute, but I wanted to see himcry.
Offering a nod to recognition to Eva, I unbuckled my belt, taking it off and wrapping it around Joon’s neck, sliding the end through the buckle to secure it around the omega’s throat. “Light check,” I demanded as Cameo’s hand fell away, settling instead to rub Eva’s clit, making her scream around Marcus.
I shivered.
Would I get an opportunity to make her sound like that?
“Green,” Joon replied without thought.
