“You actually have to put it—”
Peter gave the beta a look that had him shut his mouth with an audible snap.
“Thank you,” Peter said, turning around and heading toward the entrance to the club itself. The two alphas guarding the door let him pass without issue.
It was early in the evening, and the club was relatively quiet. Peter made his way across the dance floor—the scent of omegas in heat making the air sticky and hot—showing his tacky bracelet to the alpha guarding the entrance to the omega area and passing inside without issue.
The inside of the omega area was just as depressing as Peter had thought. There were maybe a dozen omegas in the room, all of them in bad shape, three of them busy being fucked by alphas. The omegas not currently in use were gathered in the middle of the room, their hands cuffed behind their backs with wide leather straps.
There were several alcoves set into the wall that offered privacy, and a beta who Peter guessed served as a waiter standing by the bar with a blank look on his face.
Looking around, Peter didn’t see Chad anywhere. Walking deeper into the room, Peter hoped that Chad hadn’t taken an omega to a private room.
Looking into one of the alcoves, Peter saw an alpha lying on top of an omega, sniffing and licking him like he was trying to get high. The alpha caught Peter staring and glared at him.
“Hey, what are you looking—”
The alpha shut up when Peter bared his teeth, his mind clearing enough to realize that Peter was someone he didn’t stand a chance of beating.
“Sorry, man. I didn’t—”
Peter moved away before the man could finish his apology.
“Peter?”
Peter turned around at the sound of Chad’s voice. The younger alpha was standing behind him, a few feet away from the door.
“Mr. Brand,” Peter said, closing the distance between them. Chad watched him approach like a bunny watching a cat stalk toward it.
“Are you… what are you doing here?” Chad blurted out. Peter tilted his head, not quite sure how to respond. He wasn’t used to alphas like Chad asking him to explain himself. Chad must have realized how the question sounded, because he blushed and hurried to offer an apology.
“I’m sorry, that’s none of my business. I’ll just go—”
“I was meeting a friend, but he just called and told me he couldn’t make it,” Peter cut off Chad’s attempt to extract himself. He smiled to show that he wasn’t angry. “Are you here with anyone?”
“I’m… no.”
When Chad didn’t say anything else, Peter grinned. “Good. You can join me for a drink. Tell me what you think of Tank Security.”
Chad’s eyes widened even further at Peter’s words, but when Peter bodily spun him around and led him out into the general area of the club, he didn’t protest. Peter kept his hand on the younger alpha’s upper back as he walked him out past the dance floor, carefully keeping track of Chad’s reaction to the gentle manhandling.
So far it didn’t seem like Chad was reacting negatively. Quite the contrary; he was following Peter’s lead without a hint of resistance.
“Sit here. I’ll get us some drinks,” Peter directed, guiding Chad to a table tucked away in the back, out of sight of the dance floor.
“Oh, you don’t have to…” Chad trailed off when Peter shot him a stern look. The obedient silence made Peter’s balls tighten. He wondered how well Chad would take toothertypes of direction.
It had been too long since Peter had been with someone truly submissive.
“Wait here,” Peter ordered, heading to the bar and getting them both a beer. When he returned Chad was back to looking nervous. Peter grinned, trying not to look too much like a wolf about to devour his prey, taking the seat facing Chad.
“So, you’re here by yourself,” Peter asked, sliding Chad's beer across the table. He leaned back and studied Chad with an interested expression. “Why?”
Chad took the glass and cupped it with both hands. He looked up at Peter, hesitating like he wasn’t sure eye contact was acceptable, glancing back down and licking his lips before opening his mouth to answer.
“Well, I… I wanted to see what it was like?”
Peter quirked an eyebrow and Chad blushed.
