Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Amir
T he alphas had invited me to the club tonight and I planned to stay the night at their house whether I was invited or not. Watching Issa fuck herself with her fingers had been one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure I’d ever come so hard in my life, covering my chest, stomach, and hand in my release, the two of us moaning together as she fell apart.
When I’d spotted Ax at the door, his eyes wide and his lips parted as though he was panting, I chuckled as Issa lunged at the phone and ended the call. I would have bet a hundred dollars she’d immediately covered herself, too.
Two weeks and I was beyond obsessed with the beta. No one had officially invited me to join their pack but fuck me…I would do anything to join if for no other reason than to be with Issa every day for the rest of my life.
I’d been blessed with the most amazing parents. They didn’t give a shit whether I joined a big pack or fell in love with one person. They didn’t care whether I bonded with a beta, an alpha, or even another omega, as long as I was happy.
Poor Issa had had the complete opposite family life, and I was slowly helping her to see not only how amazing she was but how wonderful pack life could be when mated to the right people.
And fuck…those alphas were not only gorgeous but treated her like the queen she truly was.
Pulling up to the valet, I handed my key fob over, told the bouncer my name like I had the first time I’d come here, and smiled at him with a nod when he pulled back the rope and let me in.
Immediately, I began to search for my girl. I found her sitting at the bar in a black dress that showed off her back and shoulders…and a beautifully fresh bonding mark from one of her alphas.
As though she felt me staring, her head lifted and turned in my direction, a warm, wide smile pulling up her red painted lips.
Her makeup was a little different, darker, smokier, and sexy as fuck.
Issa turned and hopped off the stool as I approached, her red heels giving her a few more inches yet she was still short enough I had to bend to press a kiss to her lips.
“Sorry,” she said with a sweet giggle when she raised her hand and wiped away the lipstick from my lips.
“Should have left it. My own temporary bonding mark for the night,” I teased, gently running the pad of my index finger along the mark covering the one from her first asshole alpha. She shivered under my touch and her nipples strained against the silk of her dress. “You look so beautiful,” I said loud enough for her to hear me over the thump of bass filling the club.
The room wasn’t completely packed yet, but it was full enough it would be a tight fit if we were to head out to the dance floor. It would definitely happen, though. My girl could fucking move.
“Is Ax dancing tonight?” I said, bending to speak into her ear.
“Yeah. He came up with a new show. I think that’s why he invited you tonight specifically. He wants to show off a little.”
Enzo and Cyrus approached wearing jeans that looked soft and high dollar, and button-down shirts. Enzo was wearing black, Cyrus a hunter green that made his eyes look even brighter. I had an overwhelming urge to rip those shirts open and leave bites and hickeys across every inch of their bodies. How the hell did I earn the attention of such a sexy pack?
“Glad you came,” Enzo said, leaning forward to press a quick peck to my cheek.
“Good to see you,” Cyrus said. When he went for my cheek like Enzo had, I turned my face so I could feel his lips on mine, then smirked with a raised brow at his almost shy smile. The alpha was the sweetest of the three, yet I could see the heat in his eyes as though he was constantly holding back from what he really wanted.
I didn’t want him to hold back. Didn’t need him to. My body was built for alphas, and I was more than ready to be with all four of them if for no other reason than to see my girl fall apart around their cocks while I took a knot from one of them.
They usually wore slacks while working the club. “Are you two officially off the clock tonight?” I yelled over the music.
“Technically, but we’re never really off when the doors are open,” Cyrus yelled back.
Sure, it would have been nice to hang out without having to constantly yell back and forth, but this place was amazing. As were the dancers who performed a few times throughout the night.
One could say I was biased since one of my prospective alphas was one of said dancers, but the show was actually really cool.
“This place is amazing,” I said, leaning closer to Enzo.
“They own a couple strip clubs, too,” Issa said with a smile, squeaking when Enzo poked her ribs. “What? You do.”
“We own them but don’t work them,” Cyrus said.
“Strippers as in naked women? Or…”
“Both,” Issa said. “But I haven’t been to the others yet. I only come here with them.”
And from what I’d learned from her through our phone conversations and texting, that was usually rare.
She’d admitted to having borderline agoraphobia, but mostly because she’d been afraid of alphas, afraid her former alpha might see her in public, just…afraid.
But Enzo, Ax, and Cyrus were gradually teaching her to trust them to protect her.
“Guess what?” she said, leaning into my side.
I tilted my head down, my grin stretching at the beatific smile she gave me. “What?”
“I got a job.”
My brows shot to my hairline. She’d wanted a job since she’d never been permitted in her past, but her fear had kept her from even driving herself anywhere or going out alone.
“Where?”
She pulled away and stretched her arms wide. “I’m the new server. I’m going to work three nights a week when they’re here,” she said, jerking her head toward Enzo and Cyrus, and I assumed Ax was included in that.
“That’s awesome! I’m so fucking proud of you!”
I drew her closer, wrapped my arms around her back, and lifted her feet from the ground. Her sweet giggle in my ear was the most beautiful music.
When I set her down, she wrapped her arms around my waist. “Will you come in on the days I work?”
“Hell yes, I will.”
She’d told me a little about her family, about her youngest and only sister Cora, about how her only omega sibling had actually had the opportunity to go out to clubs and have friends.
Issa had never had that opportunity since her parents had bonded her straight out of school. She was only in her mid-twenties but was finally getting the chance to experience a real life, a life with people who cared for her and wanted her to have anything and everything she could have ever dreamed of having.
And my sweet beta didn’t dream of luxury trips or expensive clothes. She wanted freedom and independence. She wanted love. She wanted to figure out who she was away from the claws of the Alvarez name .
“Oh! And did you see?” She tilted her neck and pointed to the mark.
“Of course, I saw that. It’s like a fucking beacon.” I pressed my lips directly over it before pulling back. “I can’t wait to see you wearing a necklace of bonding marks.”
I winked at Enzo and Cyrus, who were watching us with matching smiles.
The lights dimmed, and a different beat mixed with the music playing through the giant speakers around the room.
“I want to get close,” she yelled, taking my hand, then reaching for Cyrus.
The two alphas smiled at her and let her pull them along with us to the dance floor. Enzo shoved his way through the crowd, making a path for Issa to get close enough to see Ax’s performance.
The beat gradually morphed until the first notes of Boom by iBenji filled the room, the beat sultry and primal.
The dancers filed out in varying formations, their bodies moving like snakes. Gradually the song bled to Sail by AWOLNATION and the real performance began. But I couldn’t see Ax anywhere.
“Where is he?” I said, bending to speak into Issa’s ear.
Her shoulders shrugged up, but her head was craning and turning side to side as she sought her alpha, as well.
After a few moments, Issa was tugged from my hold. I frowned and was prepared to start throwing fists, but Cyrus and Enzo had her by her arms and were gently guiding her to the steps that would lead up to the stage.
Her eyes were wide, and her lips moved as she shook her head, no doubt telling them she didn’t want to go up there. But the two alphas merely smiled.
The dancers were positioned around a platform in the center of the stage as Cyrus and Enzo urged her to lie back, ensuring her dress was pulled down and she wasn’t flashing anything at the crowd.
Somehow, they’d managed to remix the songs until All the Time by Jeremih filled the room and a single spotlight shone directly on Issa like she was a sacrifice to the crowd. It was both unnerving and boner inducing because I wanted nothing more than to jump up on that stage and fuck her for the world to see she was mine.
Another red tinted spotlight lit on a body floating down from the ceiling. Holy shit! It was Ax. He was strapped to something and was slowly being lowered down until he hovered only inches from Issa.
Dipping his head, he kissed the tip of her nose, his lips moved as though he was telling her something – probably reassuring her – before he spun until his crotch was over her face and they were in a beautiful and graceful sixty-nine position.
He spun again and rolled as the ropes pulled him away from her body. He moved like water, dancing in the air like a fairy. Although I couldn’t imagine a fairy being nearly as sexual or muscular as this alpha.
After a few more moves, he lowered back down until his knees bracketed Issa’s hips. A couple dancers rushed forward and removed whatever had kept him attached to the ropes.
And then it felt as though I had a front row seat to the most erotic show in the world. Ax would roll his hips against her, then spun them so she was straddling him, his hands keeping the dress from riding up and flashing her lower half at the feral crowd watching him, screaming and whistling nonstop.
I couldn’t make a sound. It was like every bit of oxygen had been sucked from the room.
With Issa still straddling him, he bent his knees, lifted onto his hands, then began to thrust upward as though fucking her right there on stage.
Issa’s smile was…fuck. It was like looking into the sun. It was hard to see from here, but I knew damn well both their pupils were blown wide. There wasn’t much separating them from fucking with an audience.
Ax continued to maneuver Issa around as part of his routine until he wrapped her legs around his waist and escorted her off the stage while the remaining dancers finished off the show.
Reaching down, I adjusted my cock and winced at the slick leaking from my ass and dampening my boxers. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up with an embarrassing wet spot on my fucking jeans.
As the song ended and the spotlights shut off, the crowd went absolutely insane, the noise nothing short of a roar.
Enzo and Cyrus grinned at me, and Enzo jerked his head for me to follow.
They led me to the same office where I’d fucked Issa for the first time and we all walked in to find Issa straddling Ax’s lap, their lips locked as they made out. But at least they were still dressed. Had I walked in on Issa riding Ax’s cock, I was pretty sure there wasn’t a chance in hell I could control myself. One way or another, I would need to get off.
“Do we need to go home?” Enzo teased.
Cyrus shook his head and pushed a hand through his hair.
Ax’s shoulder length hair was disheveled both from dancing and from Issa’s fingers running through it. His lips and around his mouth were stained red from her smeared lipstick.
She pulled back and looked at us over her shoulder. “Not yet. I want to dance. And drink. A lot. I can’t believe you did that,” she said, slapping Ax’s chest playfully. She turned to me. “Did you know they had that planned?”
“Uh…no. But I definitely volunteer if you ever do that performance again.”
Ax winked at me while Issa carefully wiped away the crimson smears around his lips. Her makeup was all over the place, too, and would need to be touched up.
A flash of her on her knees, leaving that red lipstick all over my cock pulled a whimper from my chest. All three alphas tensed, their heads whipping in my direction.
Holding up my hands, I swallowed down the whine from the increased alpha hormones permeating the air.
“I’m fine. Just horny.”
Ax laughed loudly. Issa smiled sweetly as she grabbed a tissue and a mirror to fix her lipstick. Enzo’s eyes burned a path along my body while Cyrus pushed his fingers through his hair again. I was beginning to think that was his nervous tick. It was endearing as fuck.
I wanted Issa. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind she was meant to be mine. I was meant to be her omega.
But these three alphas…fuck.
Not only were they gorgeous, not only were they successful and strong, but they treated Issa the way she deserved. They’d been there for her to heal, had protected her, had given her space to grow and let her set the pace for their relationship. I’d told her they looked at her as though she hung the moon, and I’d meant it. They practically shot hearts from their eyes every time they so much as glanced in her direction.
That alone made me want them as my alphas. I wanted to be their omega. I wanted to be pack.
I wanted to be Amir Rivera.