Chapter 28 #2
The alpha here talked to me, asking about where I came from and what I was doing here. Time dragged on, and still no sign of Valentino. I could feel Jewel getting restless. He shifted, his hands gliding up my thighs and sending a white-hot spear of arousal shooting through my veins.
He didn’t like being ignored for this long. Brat.
The smallest hint of a smile told me he could feel my reaction through the bond. He lowered the walls on his side, and I gritted my jaw to hold back a groan. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting me.
I decided if and when he got my attention.
I kept talking as he leaned forward and nuzzled against my straining erection. I could feel the softness of his lips even through the scratchy fabric of my pants. His breath was hot, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if the wetness was coming from his mouth or my cock—perhaps both.
His fingers worked to undo the button on my pants. The conversation halted, the others in the room watching as Jewel continued his work.
I briefly considered getting him to stop, but I didn’t want to.
Jewel was all mine, and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with him. These weak alphas could watch and drool as I got satisfaction they would never come close to.
“You got him well-trained. What kind of commands do you use for that?” asked one of the others in the room.
I threaded my hand through Jewel’s silky hair. “None. Guess he likes me.”
Another one snorted. “Sure. Or he’s faking it.”
I just gave him a smug smile as I returned my attention to my omega. Jewel’s golden eyes blazed as he took me into his mouth.
I poured everything I could into our bond, every ounce of respect and pride for him. He was here, in this place that had trapped and tortured him. Instead of breaking when faced with his fear, he was powering through. And giving me one of the best blow jobs I’d had in my life at the same time.
“Good boy,” I murmured.
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CASEY
Oh no.
This was really, really bad.
Standing in the corner, chewing out a pale-looking woman, was Lars.
I’d been on the receiving end of that foul temper a lot when I’d worked in the Blood Well. Lars had been the supervising manager of the securement wing, in charge of the feral alphas. And in charge of me.
I quickly left the rack and ducked into a cleaning closet. It looked like Lars was working himself up into one of his proper shouting fits, so hopefully I could get out of here before he noticed I was here.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself.
Lars’s voice was enough to bring back awful memories. Months trapped underground, watching helpless alphas suffer. Of feeling so tired I could barely think straight. Nothing but working and trying to avoid Lars’s wrath.
It was okay. I had done my part of the plan.
Now I just had to get out of here.
Honestly, I didn’t even need the rest of the laundry; that was all for show. I’d hide until Lars left, then I’d cross the room and head straight out.
Finally, the shouting stopped and a door slammed. I held my breath and counted to a hundred. The room was empty when I stepped into it. Relief flooded through me, and I hurried toward the far door. I was so close, but before I reached it, the door to my side slammed open.
My blood ran icy cold as Lars stormed back into the room. His face was still red from the shouting. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.
Maybe he wouldn’t remember me.
Maybe—
“What the fuck? What are you doing here?”
I shook my head, unable to think of anything to say.
“What? Who is it?” A new person stepped into the room after him. He was big, with a thick beard and a sour scent of pickled onions.
“This kid worked for me at New Oxford.” Now that his shock had worn off, a concerning level of excitement glittered in Lars’s eyes.
“At the Fairchild casino?”
I swallowed. My body was screaming at me to do something—anything—but I couldn’t think.
“Yeah. Had him working with the ferals.” He gave me a nasty smile. “Funny how these things turn out, eh?”
I finally found my voice. “I’m just delivering laundry.” I took a step back. “I’ll, um, grab the dirty bins and go.”
Lars was coming closer, still with that awful, sadistic smile. It was the same one he’d get whenever he taunted and beat the ferals.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Corey, right? What’s the rush?”
“Sorry, sir, I just—”
Lars cut me off with a laugh, elbowing his companion. “Sir. Ha! He’s always like that. Swear he’d thank me for chewing him out.”
They stopped uncomfortably close to me. I didn’t like the way either of them was looking at me. My knees went wobbly as I saw the alpha inhale.
“Are you an omega? You smell sweet.”
I shook my head, taking another step back. I hit the wall and lost my fight with gravity, sliding to the floor.
The two of them loomed over me, the massive alpha crouching down a bit.
“You’d think so, right? The ferals fucking loved him,” Lars said.
I bit back a whimper as the alpha leaned closer. “It’s the eyes, I think. He’s got omega eyes.”
I was trembling. I was so scared Jade would come back right now and get caught as well. “Please, I have to go—the laundry—”
The alpha barked out a laugh, making me wince. He reached out and grabbed my face. “Please, I have to go,” he mocked. “Why don’t you stay a while, Corey? You seem like fun.”
I shook my head.
“Oh, he could stay,” Lars said. “No one’s gonna miss him.”
“No, I—”
I choked off as I was pulled to my feet. The alpha gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise. I didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated.
“Come on,” he said, and I was led from the room.
The only thing that kept me from completely panicking was Jade’s plan. But things had gone so wrong now—what if I’d messed everything up?