Chapter 7 The Orgy
The Orgy
LOTHAIR
This time, Caspian had outdone himself. The food was excellent, the decor lavish, the dancers mesmerizing, but what was most awe-inspiring was the ambiance.
It must have been the scents affecting everybody.
The perfume of heat and sex would slowly bring everyone in the room to a horny frenzy.
For now, the tension was rising, lust and anticipation simmering. I sniffed, then inhaled deeper.
Mmm. So many wet, eager holes.
I’d left Terrance sitting on the sofa. I didn’t need his negativity.
Personal security specialist, my ass—more like personal buzzkill specialist. But the atmosphere would soon get to him.
The people around us were gradually becoming more intoxicated, and they were loosening up.
The pheromones from the couple in the exhibit were mixing with the stink of arousal from the guests.
Caspian had set the party up to start the biggest orgy this city had ever experienced, and with how things were going, he’d succeed.
I couldn’t wait to see what Terrance would do when people started fucking around him. The look on his face when he’d spotted the main attraction had been priceless.
Making rounds and greeting the most important guests, I kept one eye on Terrance. At first, he sat stiffly on the sofa, surveying the place as if he were working. Then his gaze wandered to one of the dancers and lingered for quite some time.
He looked so prim and proper in his tuxedo and bowtie. A freaking bowtie. It was only a question of time before someone would notice him.
“Lothair Courtemanche.”
The sultry tone made me turn.
It was the omega Terrance had dismissed earlier as superior. He was indeed posh, and I knew him from somewhere. I racked my brain for clues as he blinked up at me coyly.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Yet some things are hard to forget.” I still had no idea who he was.
He hummed, and his scent wafted toward me. It was powerful, probably artificially enhanced. “True. It was a memorable weekend.”
Did I fuck him at some point? Possibly. It must have been more than a year ago, or I would have remembered. He bit his lip, waiting for me to say something.
“Well, you look dazzling tonight.” Name. I need a name! “But that’s no surprise. You shine everywhere you go.” I inhaled deeply, long enough so he’d have no doubt I was scenting him. “Dazzling indeed.”
“You’re as shameless as you used to be.” He stepped closer, his chest almost brushing my arm, and glanced around noncommittally. “How are you enjoying the night? There’s plenty to see.”
The couple in the exhibit had changed positions.
The omega was now on his elbows and knees, mouth open, his cries drowned out by the music as the alpha leisurely fucked him.
A few couples stood around, groping each other while they watched.
One alpha seemed to have his fingers up an omega’s ass under a billowing gown.
“It’s certainly colorful. By midnight, half of the room will be fucking on the floor.”
My companion threw his head back in a well-honed laugh.
And I remembered. He’d starred in one of those dating reality shows some time ago and had since become what was politely alluded to as a socialite.
Meaning he got paid for attending parties and letting glamorous guests flirt with him.
I had not fucked him, but we had talked at a couple of events. I still couldn’t recall his name.
He gave me a seductive look, just as fake as his laughter. “How about you find me later?”
“I certainly will. With the scents in the room, you might need protection from a throng of keen alphas.”
“I can take care of myself. Unless I’ll need protecting from you?”
It wouldn’t hurt to keep my options open. I loomed over him and spoke directly into his ear. “Would you want to protect yourself from me?”
“I might. At first. But then…you’re strong. Even if I defended myself, you could easily overpower me.”
Oh, so that’s what it would be like? He was indeed a lot of work.
I was about to reply when I glanced over his shoulder and noticed that Terrance was now surrounded by people.
Two omegas sat on his left, leaning over to talk to him.
On his other side sat a young alpha, a gorgeous specimen whom I vaguely recognized from a fantasy series people were streaming these days.
He put his hand on Terrance’s shoulder and said something in his ear.
Terrance laughed and turned to reply to the alpha, who blatantly stared at his lips.
My nostrils flared.
“I prefer enthusiastic consent,” I told the omega. “Excuse me.”
I strode directly to Terrance. The alpha was now whispering to him, lips almost brushing his earlobe, while the two omegas kissed, tongues and all, right next to him.
He stiffened when he noticed me.
“I’m here for the report,” I said loudly. “Drinks?”
“I’ll have a Negroni, thanks,” said the alpha before looking at me. Then he recognized me, and his eyes went wide. He jerked back from Terrance and muttered an apology. I didn’t spare him a second glance.
Instead, I glared at Terrance. “Shall we?”
Eyebrows almost touching his hairline, Terrance stood up slowly. “Sure.”
“Everything okay, Lothair?” he asked as we made our way to the bar.
“Of course. Did you manage to have fun?”
“I was just getting into it when you interrupted.”
“I want to have a drink and go look at the exhibit again. Someone said the couple might breed during the next heat wave. I want to see that.”
Terrance shrugged, his face impassive, but his ears went dark pink.
TERRANCE
The omega on the stage lay passed out and knotted in the alpha’s lap, his belly protruding from how full he was of cock and cum.
How many times had they fucked? If the alpha had indeed bred him, we must have missed it.
The boy looked finished for the night. It seemed that this part of the entertainment was over, but the scent lingered.
The pungent perfume of heat and bodily fluids permeated the crowd. People were starting to lose their minds. I tried not to look too closely, not to focus on details, but good God, my grip on reality was getting weaker by the minute.
Hands wandered, bodies writhed in dark corners, moans and cries echoed, piercing enough to be heard over the loud, sultry music.
A young omega knelt on a bar counter, his ass spread, while people took turns kissing his pucker.
One man lingered, licking deep, and the crowd erupted in cheers and catcalls.
The omega with the chain on his collar was now sucking his master off while the alpha sipped champagne, talking casually to another couple who had their hands in each other’s pants.
Lothair leaned with his back against the wall. The gold of his underwear flashed in a passing strobe light. Like me, he was hard. We’d run out of conversation topics and now just stood here. I had no idea what was going on in his head.
The music quieted, the lights dimmed, and the sound of a bell resonated through the room.
Twelve beats. Midnight.
The light changed, flaring yellow, and billows of golden glitter swirled in the air, blasting from invisible canons. The crowd grew eerily still.
Soft sounds rose from somewhere—strings of a guitar, a violin, a flute. The music bubbled up, gentle and fairylike.
“They might run,” a deep voice drawled through hidden speakers, “but they want to be caught.”
Even Lothair gasped at the sight.
From the balconies high above, ropes unfurled, and bodies began descending in spirals.
Naked bodies.
Young omegas swooped through the air, landing among the crowd. How many were there? Twenty? Thirty? They had flowers in their hair, and golden paint shimmered on their skin. And they were completely naked.
The tapping of bare feet and soft giggles filled the air.
One slight boy landed a few feet away from us, eyes shining, lips grinning, his little hard cock bobbing.
He looked around and spun, rushing through the crowd.
After mere seconds, a big alpha with a gray beard caught him by his waist, and the boy squealed joyously.
The alpha pinned him to a pillar with one arm and unfastened his pants.
He buried his face in the omega’s neck and lifted him onto his cock.
His hips began moving rhythmically as he fucked the omega against the pillar.
The boy’s face went slack with pleasure, and his eyes closed. His lustful cries carried to us.
“I’m going to hunt one down,” Lothair said and pushed off the wall.
But I stood frozen.
The bodies mingled and blurred around me. Naked omegas running, dancing, slipping through, then stumbling. Getting caught, groped, licked, sucked. Fucked.
Laughing, moaning, coming.
One omega with flowers in his hair got fucked standing up, only a few feet away from me. When the alpha came, he handed the omega to someone else. The boy looked eager. He got on his knees, pushing his ass out for the second alpha, and came after a few thrusts.
The scent of heat cooked in my lungs.
My shirt was drenched with sweat.
Then I saw him.
He was tiny, but his pecs were round and his stomach beautifully curved. With daisies and violets tangled in blond curls, he looked like an angel.
He skidded around a pillar and dodged an alpha who seemed to have had too much to drink because he staggered. Instead of giving chase, he slumped against a barstool. The angel caught my gaze and paused.
His lips stretched into a knowing smile, then he crooked a finger at me and took off in the opposite direction.
I didn’t think. My gaze pinned to his blond head, I darted through the sex-crazed crowd, jumping over legs and skirting around thrusting hips.
This is insane. What am I doing? God, I need to fuck.
I caught him less than half a minute later.
He slumped with his back against my chest and moaned when I thrust my clothed groin against his naked ass.