I wasn’t in heat already, so I didn’t get to go out to the auction floor first. The handful of omegas who were already desperate and dripping as their heat waves consumed them were taken into the other room before me. I could hear and smell a large number of alphas getting into the fantasy. I wasn’t sure I had the patience to endure, but that had been the story of my life for the past five years. I didn’t think I could make it, but I always did.
“This one,” Hamish’s voice boomed near me eventually. “It’s your turn, little omega,” he told me as he took my wrists down from above me and freed my ankles.
Yes! I was so relieved that it was finally my turn to be handed over to a Dom who would make the pain go away by giving me more of it that I nearly cried. Then again, I lived in a constant state of nearly crying, so it didn’t really matter.
The room full of horny alphas sent my omega instincts over the edge immediately. Slick started to leak from my hole and my cock stood up to take notice.
“Up next, we have this delightful wild child,” Caden said from his dais.
Wild child. I liked that. I liked being manhandled by Hamish and having my body and my hole shown off to the room filled with alphas. I liked being groped and stroked, like I was being forced to get an erection in front of a room full of alphas.
“We’ll start the bidding for this one at three hundred and fifty thousand,” Caden called out.
I didn’t really know what to expect, but it wasn’t to have an alpha shout out, “Five million!” right from the start, before anyone else made another bid.
Caden seemed to be at a loss for a moment, then laughed, slightly out of character, and said, “Alright, then. Five million it is! Come and collect your prize.”
My heart raced as Hamish pulled me up from the block I’d been bent over and walked me to the edge of the dais. It didn’t take me long to make out the alpha striding toward the edge of the dais. He wasn’t at all what I would have expected. He wore a designer suit and he was just so…clean. Not in terms of having taken a shower before the auction, mind you. He had perfect, brown hair, kind eyes, and large hands with manicured nails.
“He’s all yours,” Hamish said as he handed me over at the base of the dais. “Have fun.”
“Um, yes, I’m sure we will,” my alpha winner said.
I had to fight not to laugh. This was the alpha Caden and Hamish thought was perfect for me? He was young and hot, sure. He smelled deliciously of wet rocks by the ocean after a storm, which was a really specific scent. But as he politely escorted me out of the conference room and through the halls of Kincade Slopes toward one of the suites, I could tell he was anything but the sort of hard-edged, vicious Dom I usually liked.
In fact, as soon as we were safely inside his suite with the door closed and locked, he turned to me and asked in the softest,most sonorous voice, “Would you like me to remove that ball gag? It looks uncomfortable.”
And then he went and removed it before I could figure out how to communicate that no, I actually liked how uncomfortable it was.
“There, that’s better,” he said, then smiled at me.
I just stared back at him as I caught my breath. What the fuck were Caden and Hamish thinking putting me with thisnicealpha?
CHAPTER THREE
Jack
Icouldn’t figure out what the expression on Quincy’s face was. If I didn’t know any better, I’d’ve said he was annoyed with me.
“Would you like a Heat Lightning pill?” I asked, taking the ball gag I’d just removed over to the bureau. I looked around for a rag or towel or something to put it on, since it was wet and slimy with Quincy’s spit and might mark the surface of the bureau, if I wasn’t careful.
“Um, yeah,” Quincy said, standing where he was, his weird expression still in place. “Whatever you want. You bought me. I’m yours to play with for the weekend.”
“Right, right,” I said, half reminding myself.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t turned on by the whole thing. Something about Quincy made it hard for me to catch my breath. His scent was mouthwateringly sweet, like cotton candy. Kind of what his hair looked like, actually. He seemed to have no qualms at all about standing in front of me naked, thoughhe wasn’t even half hard anymore. He was just a pretty, naked omega, waiting for me to make a move.
No, he was so much more than that, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. He was exceptionally attractive, with soft but still masculine features, appealing lips made even more interesting by his lip ring, and blue eyes that held…that held sadness, actually. They almost didn’t match his body, which had more tattoos and piercings than I’d noticed when he was up on the stage. Both his nipples were pierced, and his tattoos were?—
“Is something wrong?” Quincy asked, a hint of confrontation in his voice.
I blinked and dragged my eyes up to meet his. “No, I was just looking at your tattoos,” I said. “They’re?—”
I wanted to say beautiful, but tragic was more like it. His right side was decorated with what I thought were pretty vines and leaves at first, but when I looked closer, I saw they were thorns and that the vines were almost withered and dead. Another tattoo was of a broken heart. Not just a heart with a bandage on it or a crack down the middle, like a phone emoji, but cracked and crumbling, like someone had taken a sledge hammer to it and if I looked away then back again, it would be nothing but a pile of dust.
“Want to see the ones on the back?” Quincy asked, a cocky spark in his eyes.
He turned around to show me not only his hands, which were still bound behind him, and the arrow that pointed to his hole, but an elaborate knife that was shaded to look almost three-dimensional as it stabbed him in the back.
