Chapter 8 Cameo
I had to give it to them; they’d really gone all out this year when it came to decorations and experiences, but if I had to fill out one more fucking form, I was going to freak out.
I wasn’t interested in anything or anyone, except for the omega that I came with, regardless of whatever the fuck the stupid green bracelet around my wrist meant.
Most of my time hunting for Joon was spent dodging other guests and politely declining invitations to fuck other, less tempting omegas.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with them… They just weren’t mine.
Not to mention I’d lost damn near twenty fucking minutes getting caught up talking to Charlie after I’d bumped into him waiting for some cotton candy for his boyfriend.
I hadn’t seen the guy in ages, and it was nice to catch up—especially since with the sale of Scent CX, we didn’t see each other nearly as much as we used to. But I was on a fucking mission.
Search and destroy that cheeky omega bitch. Make sure that he knew exactly what kind of pack he was fucking with, and that this one foot in the door, one foot out shit might work for a prissy dickhead like Indigo, but if Joon was going to be mine, he was going to be all mine.
Bond and fucking all.
Once they finally let me into the maze, I used my nose to hunt for Joon’s fruity caramel scent. It was too dark, and there were too many forks in the path and dead ends to trust my eyes or luck.
And my ears?
The only thing I could hear was screams and moans in every direction, the amount of input even with the darkened lights maddeningly invasive to my senses.
Get it together, I thought harshly as I took a wrong turn, finding myself at yet another dead end.
If I wasn’t quick, there’d be little chance that I’d get to him before Marcus did. Not only was his stride longer than mine—a fact he loved to bring up at every opportunity—but he also had a head start.
I wouldn’t let that deter me, though. Marcus was overconfident in the way most chefs were. Used to his orders being followed without question to the T. So when things didn’t go to plan, it made him sloppy, easy to make a mistake.
And that? That was a character flaw that I could capitalize on. Especially in a situation like this.
All I needed to do was keep my head, and I’d have my cock buried inside that omega slut’s hole faster than you could say come out, come out.
“Fuck!” a familiar, frustrated voice huffed, footsteps moving closer from the end of the next corridor.
I smirked to myself, victory already making my heart pick up the pace as I tucked myself into a nearby alcove, lying in wait.
Joon came into view shortly after, toddling along in his platform boots.
Cute, I thought as he passed by, steps shuffling hurriedly beyond my hiding place.
I was a bit childish that way; I loved playing with my food. Revelled in taking my time before I sank my teeth in for that first rewarding taste of victory.
It wasn’t any fun to catch him straight away, then the game was over before it began. No, it was much better to let the little omega think he was getting away with it. That he’d gotten away from me, from all of us, before I showed him just how wrong he was.
Indigo may have been the one to find him, but Joon was as much mine as he was theirs—so long as I was the first to claim him.
A task well within my grasp, as he shuffled only a few short paces ahead of me.
That little omega was mine, and when I finally allowed myself the pleasure of catching up to him, I wouldn’t let him forget it.
I stepped out from my hiding space, keeping my distance as I tailed Joon in the dark.
In the enclosed space, I had a feeling he could scent me, but that only added to the excitement of the hunt as they took corners seemingly at random, his ludicrously short skirt bouncing with every step as I pursued him like something between a peacock’s tailfeathers and the brightly hued skin of a poisonous frog.
Tempting and warning in equal measure.
Predator and prey, with little to no distinction in which of the options were fact versus fiction.
The entire thing was exhilarating, my cock stirring in my trousers as I got close enough for another taste of Joon in the air, his sticky-sweet flavour sticking to my teeth like the caramel of his scent.
Soon, I promised the dark, twisted part of me that wanted to make him scream.
Soon, I would take everything from him. Show him why toying with me and my pack was dangerous.
Because I wasn’t playing, not really. No. I wanted Joon.
I wanted, above all else, an omega to call my own. Someone that I could consume as much as cherish.
And Joon was that omega.
“Where did she go?” he muttered aloud, barely audible over the purposefully creepy ambient music being played over the crackling speakers.
My chest pinched uncomfortably with a rush of jealousy.
Who was he talking about?
This was our game. He’d set the rules for us. And now he was hunting for some woman?
It wouldn’t do.
I wouldn’t stand for it.
Joon took a corner, and I waited a few moments before following after, ensuring that I wouldn’t get too close and ruin the game before I was ready.
But, when he moved to take the next, he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening as they caught sight of my white mask looming in the darkness, their breath picking up with what I could only pray was a mix of excitement and fear.
“H-hi Cameo,” he stammered out, backing up a few paces as I continued to circle him like a shark, meeting him step for step, but not coming any closer. "Aren't you going to claim your prize?”
I shook my head, motioning down the long hallway. “I’m not sure you want me to, Gattino. You seem awfully preoccupied."
“Preoccupied?” he repeated back to me, taking another step backwards that I matched with my own.
“Skittish,” I confirmed, taking a slow breath that left Joon’s sweet taste lingering on my tongue…
but, now I was close enough to make out there rest, an earthier sweetness that didn’t belong to my omega, but set my blood aflame regardless, mind spinning with irritation at the idea of Joon in someone else’s arms.
“Not at all,” the omega breathed as their back hit the wall, making them stumble with a little yelp of surprise. "Okay, maybe I’m a little—”
“Run,” I interrupted in a quiet hiss, eyes narrowing behind the mask.
I wasn’t ready for the chase to end, newly found frustration needing an outlet before I took out my negative emotions on the omega.
Though the darkness lingering at the edges of my soul wondered if that was exactly what he wanted. It was what he offered, after all. That whoever won, whoever claimed him first, was able to use him however they wished.
Did he mean it?
Did this omega want to be punished?
“But you’ve already caught me,” Joon pouted, crossing his arms over his flat chest and making his tied button-down shirt.
From a distance, he really was soft enough to be mistaken as a woman, femininity and masculinity existing in him within equal measure, exciting in a way that I’d never anticipated.
“Sure,” I conceded. “But where is the fun in that?”
“In your prize?” the omega said hopefully, dark eyes meeting mine with an eagerness that I felt fluttering my stomach before it made a sure line directly to my cock.
I wondered what those wanting eyes would look like, lined in silvery tears as I filled his mouth with my cock. If he’d moan just from the taste of me, or if I’d only be rewarded by the sweet noises I’d heard through Indi’s closed bedroom door if I fucked his tight hole.
“Run,” I ordered again.
This time, he obeyed. Using his hands against the wall to push off and nearly overbalancing, taking off down the corridor with loud, heavy steps better than a tracking device, as I shot off after him.
It was a little unfair, my pair of flat boots with a subtle lift bringing me to a hulking 6’5’’ in comparison to Joon’s 5’10’’, even with the help of four-inch heels giving me the advantage in stride and dexterity as we took sharp corners, my hand looping around the edge to swing myself around faster with a loud whoop.
He scrambled, scarpering away like a mouse in the trap as he bobbed and weaved through the maze until we reached the edge of the mirrored hall, Joon’s flushed face reflecting back at me with my mask nearly glowing in the dark.
Beautiful. Haunting.
And devastatingly fun in a way I worried I wouldn’t feel again any time soon.
I’d gotten too excited, been too sloppy, and when I entered the confined space, I realized that the maze became much more challenging, nearly colliding with the wall on my first turn before I slowed to a halt, listening as Joon’s quickened breaths got further away.
“Annoying,” I murmured, feeling and listening my way through the tight twists and turns, unsure how I managed to somehow circle around the omega until I was in front of him.
But the layout of the maze could be pondered later, for now, I had a prize to claim—and after I’d nearly lost it due to my own hubris? There was no more playing.
It was time for action.
A scream tore from Joon’s lips as I materialized seemingly from thin air around a bend, my reflection refracting tenfold in the mirrored walls. The frightening effect of my stalking was augmented by the pulsing lights, his panting breaths spiking as he looked up at me in terror.
“Gotcha,” I said, hand closing around his forearm and turning him so he faced the mirror.
I towered over him, using my size to cage him in effortlessly, a hand wrapping around the back of his neck to smoosh his cheek against the glass. His labored breathing against the mirror clouded it, the press of his face leaving smudged lip marks on the mirror that I envied.
It was me who deserved the feel of Joon’s lips.
“Told you I’d win,” I said with a grin hidden by my mask, using my booted foot to kick out the omega’s ankle, spreading his legs for me as I bore down on him.
“Let me go,” he demanded with a low groan.