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Before, I never would have thought to look, but these past weeks had changed me. Something was happening to me.

I left the trolley behind, dishes still clinking, and moved down the corridor toward the main bedroom. The door was ajar, and the cries rolled out into the hall.

“Oh yes! Yes, God! Aaah! Aaah! Yes! Fuck yes!”

It wasn’t just one voice. I recognized Angelo, Meo, and Brooks. They all moaned and yelled. Between their loud noises, I heard grunts, groans, and even a growl that raised the hair on my arms.

I peeked through the gap. I couldn’t see the bed, but a large mirror faced it.

Frozen, I stared at the image in the mirror, and my body burst into flames. Wetness spread in my underwear, warm, slippery, and shameful.

His Lordship held a kneeling Meo by his hair. Meo’s arms were tied behind his back with a silk scarf. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open, and he let out rhythmic wails. His Lordship moved so fast, his hips snapping forward, as he buried his inhumanly huge tool inside Meo’s body over and over. Meo’s small but hard cock bobbed and jerked in the air, pearly drops of fluid splattering around. The head was a lovely pink, like a ripe fruit.

Angelo lay on his back with his head before Meo’s groin. He stuck out his tongue just in time. Meo’s cock released a white arc that struck Angelo’s waiting tongue. Some landed on his cheek and chest. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he licked his lips and smeared the cum into his skin like lotion.

Elliot sat between Angelo’s spread thighs, rocking his hips. But he was an omega? Could he possess another omega that way? And Brooks held Elliot from behind, kissing his neck. His fingers moved over Elliot’s nipples, pinching and tugging. Didn’t it hurt? But Elliot didn’t seem to be in pain.

His Lordship threw Meo aside. Meo collapsed on the mattress, shivering, and… Oh my God! Brooks moved to Meo, and he bent over and buried his face between Meo’s ass cheeks and… Did he kiss him there?

Raphael appeared in the mirrored frame. His Lordship grabbed him callously, pushing him onto his back and folding his legs to his chest. I saw a glimpse of Raphael’s opening, puffy and glistening, before His Lordship’s hairy behind covered the view. The firm ass cheeks tightened as his hips punched forward. Raphael cried out.

The tangle of bodies blurred and sharpened again as I reminded myself to breathe.

His Lordship filled Raphael again and again. Surely that must have hurt, but Raphael seemed to want it.

“Fuck me! Kill me with your dick… Aah. Aah. Aaah!”

Brooks angled his behind toward His Lordship, who slipped his hand between Brooks’s ass cheeks. Meo rocked and writhed, holding his ass open for Brook’s mouth. And Elliot spread Angelo’s legs wider as he quickened his thrusts.

Angelo’s eyes were closed, and he was smiling with parted lips. He looked on the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, his eyes popped open. They were looking straight at me.

Angelo’s smile widened for a beat before his mouth formed a perfect O as he came. His eyes never left mine.

Somehow, through the mirror and the narrow crack in the door, he saw me.

He saw me watching.

I couldn’t sleep. My insides ached and burned, and my sleep pants were wet with slick, but I wouldn’t touch myself. I was terrified of what would happen tomorrow when I faced Angelo. I’d been snooping on His Lordship, his husband, and companions! I’d seen them doing that. What if Angelo told everybody?

The next day, nothing happened. It was an oddly calm day at work. His Lordship had left early in the morning, and the omegas were resting. I brought tea and snacks, changed the stained sheets in the bedroom while the masters walked in the park, and refilled their drinks at supper without thinking about what had caused those stains. Everybody was dressed, and they talked about politics and work. I almost thought I’d dreamt the scene from last night.

I was nearly finished with my shift when the bell rang, so I set aside the dish towels I’d been folding and walked to the salon.

It was darker inside than in the well-lit hallway, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust. At first, I saw only Angelo.

The beautiful omega walked toward me, smiling. He wore a white camisole with thin straps over his shoulders. The lace was see-through, and his lovely pecs and pink nipples were on display. I sucked in a breath upon finding that Angelo’s groin was bare. His soft cock peeked out from underneath the white hem.

“Hello, dear Sesto.” Even his voice was full of beauty and passion. I was now used to feeling empty whenever Angelo was nearby. My body’s rude response was like a compulsion.

“Good evening, Master Angelo,” I said through the lump in my throat. “What can I do for you?”

At that moment, the clock on the wall let out a single gong. Midnight. My workday had ended, but I would fulfill the last order before I went to my room.

Except Angelo didn’t voice any command. He walked up to me until our chests nearly touched. We were the same height, but I was skinny and felt smaller than ever.

“You’re not working anymore,” Angelo murmured. Out of nowhere, he placed a hand on my cheek. I froze. The touch stole my thoughts. I could do nothing but stand there and stare into Angelo’s divine eyes.