“We aren’t bonded.” Joon said, a definite edge to his voice that didn’t match his words. “And I don’t want to be some pack’s pretty kept omega, so… yeah. If you meet someone you want to fuck, then do it.”
“I want to focus on you,” Indi said smoothly, hand smoothing down the omega’s spine. “But if you wanted to share someone…”
The idea brought colour to Joon’s face again.
His thoughts were impossible to follow.
Did he want us to play with other people, or not?
“Okay,” Marcus said, as uncertain as I felt. “Anything else?”
Joon’s dark eyes caught mine, lips twisting into a smirk as he spoke directly to me. “First one to catch me gets to do whatever they want to me. All. Night. Long.”
I swallowed hard.
Game fucking on.
“Close your eyes,”Tara ordered overtop the most recent L-OV release, armed with an aerosol can full of setting spray.
“Is that the one with the glitter in it?” I asked excitedly, obeying her command, letting my heavy lids close with a flutter of strip lash and knife-sharp liner.
“Obviously,” she replied, gently using a hand to angle my face the way she needed it. “Hold your breath.”
The product hit me in a freezing cold fine mist. Tara took her time to apply it liberally over my face before setting the bottle aside to fan at my skin.
“You know,” I said, still half holding my breath while the cloud of product dissipated. “I don’t know how girls lived before setting spray.”
“So, so,somuch powder, babe,” she said with a little shudder before giving her face the same treatment.
Half of our time spent getting ready was Tara convincing me that a week on the couch did not actually make me into a couchpotato and that I was, in fact, still a hot omega who was too good for a balding finance bro–but it was getting ready nonetheless.
I admired our handiwork in the mirror. When we got ready like this, we always divided and conquered. Tara was better at makeup, but I was better at hair. I’d pulled my candy floss colored hair into pigtails, small braids woven amongst them and styled my bangs to add a little interest and modernize the now nearly thirty-year-old pop culture reference.
It was my signature look for streams, since it looked great with my chunky headphones, and kept my hair out of my face while I was gaming, just good luck on my side that the nearly second-nature style fit my pop starlet schoolgirl ensemble.
My pink lace bra was practically spilling out of my tied-up white shirt, an ample amount of cleavage on display that I’d nearly forgotten in the wake of my blanket hoodie’s lack of shape. The fabric was exceptionally see-through, but it would be darker in the park than in my bathroom—and, with the way that Tara had rolled my skirt so the hem sat just at the curve of my ass, threatening a flash of the matching cheeky underwear at any moment, I had a feeling that was the point anyway.
Truthfully, it was the only matching set I owned that I wouldn’t be totally embarrassed for someone to see, a revelation that’d had me making a mental note to book a shopping trip sooner rather than later.
“You look so hot,” Tara said if she didn’t have her tits pushed to her chin and her whole ass out. I felt like I was dressed like a nun compared to her, which was a little ironic considering her main for Kill Floor, the horror game that I loved and bullied the scaredy cat into playing on occasion, was in fact a slutty nun.
“Not as hot as you,” I sighed.
She rolled her eyes, smacking my ass with a loud kiss against my cheek. “Shut up and come on, the boys are waiting.”
Her hand clasped mine as she dragged me out from the bathroom and outside, where Charlie and Jesse waited on the steps, the pair of them grinning as they caught sight of us.
“Niiice,” Jesse said approvingly. “Murder by Midnight?”
I wrinkled my nose. “That’s sooo last season, J. We’re all on Kill Floor now.”
“The character skins are cuter!” Tara said approvingly with a little turn before she hopped down the steps to press a kiss to the beta’s temple.
“And the killers are better, they license them from horror classics instead of just having generics.”
“Oh?” Jesse asked with interest. “Like who?”
“Dunno why you sound so interested, we both know you’re too chicken to play.” Charlie called back to us with a laugh, going to unlock the car.
