Chapter 9 Joon
Our eyes locked as I said her name, an even deeper flush rushing over her skin as she whined around my alpha’s cock. Marcus never broke his focus from her, his hands firmly locked into her hair as he pounded into her face with low growls that I felt all the way to my toes.
Emotions rushed over me, so many at once that I could hardly keep my head on straight. The lust of seeing Eva and Marcus like this, the confusion at how they got here, and the intense, burning jealousy at seeing either of them with anyone but me.
I’d found Eva first. Marcus was supposed to be my alpha. Well… not mine, my alpha adjacent, I guess. But the principle still stood. It was supposed to be me.
My ears were ringing.
The rush of emotions paired with the scents of everyone had my head spinning, a tight, uncomfortable feeling blossoming in my chest.
“Hey,” a strong, deep voice purred close to my ear, cutting through the noise in my head.
Cameo was there, his large body behind me, arms curling around my chest to close around my front.
His temple brushed mine, surprisingly sweet as he scent-marked me, the plastic of his mask nudging against my skin. “You okay?”
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, looking up at him through the thick eyelashes artfully glued to my eyelid. With him close like this, I felt the anxiety that’d knotted my stomach loosen. “They’re so hot together.”
For a moment, I wished I could see his face.
Wished I could know exactly what he was thinking, but the only thing I got back was the pale, unmoving gaze of his mask.
In part, it made me uneasy—this alien, unreadable thing that made it difficult to tell if I was doing the right thing.
But another part of me felt… hot all over.
I reached my hand up to run it over the mask, the smooth plastic odd under my fingers. Decidedly separate. “I want to feel good too.”
The hand on my chest snaked down, over my flat stomach, to my skirt, lifted in the center by my rigid length.
His hand closed around it—skirt and all—for a possessive stroke that nearly made my knees buckle.
The tartan fabric against my sensitive head was almost uncomfortable, warring with the good feeling of any kind of friction and the too muchness of the rough weave.
My cock leaked precum like a faucet, wetting the fabric of my skirt, a sensation I loved and hated in equal measure.
My ass pressed back against him, feeling his cock twitch in response as it lined up against my cheeks. My hole was slick, dripping with the thought of him fucking me, and not for the first time in my life, I was grateful to be an omega.
Carrying around lube was such a fucking pain.
I turned my head to ask Cameo for more, but his free hand caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to Marcus and Eva.
“Keep your eyes where they fucking belong,” the alpha snapped behind me, grinding against my ass. “Wouldn’t want to miss any of the show.”
And I had, even in that brief moment to look over my shoulder, I’d missed Marcus turning Eva around, her soft panting breaths loud in my ears as the alpha undid his belt and pants, matching outfit to Cameo’s, feeling like some perverse trick now that I was watching him prepare to fuck someone else.
Fuck, he was big. Big enough that I wondered if Eva would be able to take all of him.
If I were able to.
Jealousy burned like fire, licking my insides as I thrust into Cameo’s hand with a groan.
As much as I hated it, as much as I wanted it to be me… I wanted to see it just as much. Wanted to watch him break the pretty little omega into a million pieces while Cam edged me into a sobbing puddle on the floor.
Marcus adjusted her as easily as a doll, getting Eva onto her knees on the hard ground with her arms behind her back for him to hold.
His eyes found mine over her shoulder as he slipped her panties to the side, holding my gaze as his large hand tightened around her wrists for leverage as he pushed inside her with a low growl.
Eva reacted immediately, sobbing into the floor with relief. “Fuck, alpha, more!” she begged, rocking into him desperately. “Please, please, please!”
Because of the mask, I couldn’t see his facial expression. But from his voice, I could’ve sworn he was smiling. “Tell Joon how good my cock feels, fuckdoll.”
Cameo’s breath came sharp in my ear as Eva’s eyes trained on me, lips quivering with every snap of Marcus’ hips inching her across the floor.
“S-so fucking good!” Eva gasped desperately, breaking off into a whining moan as she fought to meet him stroke for stroke.
My focus narrowed to them, the jiggle of Eva’s tits with every sharp thrust into her drenched cunt, the way Marcus towered over her, his hands gripping her wrists so tightly his knuckles were white as he fucked her tight little body into the ground like he hated her, the slap of their bodies meeting making me warm all over.
“Put your hand on your cock and stroke yourself. Slowly.” Cameo emphasised the last word with a click of his tongue. “And if you come, that knife will come back out, and not in a fun way.”
“Y-yes, Master,” I replied weakly, chewing my lip.
“I think my omega likes your tits,” Marcus said harshly. “Take them out, give him a show.”
My hand replaced Cameo’s, keeping my first tight around my skirt-clothed cock as I pumped myself. He readjusted behind me, the warmth of his body disappearing as Marcus freed Eva’s hands to let her pull at her top.
She didn’t bother to fiddle with the buttons, taking both sides of the fabric and tearing it open with the ping of the little plastic circles hitting the floor and mirrors.
Her hot pink bra, so like mine, though filled to the point of breaking, barely contained her chest even before she slid down the straps, revealing her taut pink nipples to the room.
I couldn’t tell what Cameo was doing, but the missing warmth against my back made me feel more and more hollow as the seconds ticked by, watching Eva writhe under Marcus’ touch, a hand wrapping around her throat muting her wails of pleasure.
That feeling passed quickly when Cameo’s hand found my throat, giving me a hand necklace of my own as the other teased my hole. Briefly, I glanced at us in the mirror, my cock jumping in my hand at the sight of his skeleton hand tattoo locked around my throat.
“God, so fucking wet for me,” Cameo moaned into my ear, setting off a chain reaction as I let out a moan of my own.
He used one finger at first, circling in a hideous tease before pressing inside of me. With how wet I was, he slid in easily past the tight ring of muscles, fucking in and out of my ass before quickly adding a second digit to press and stretch at my opening.
Marcus leaned down to say something to Eva, but I couldn’t hear him over my own desperate whimpers and pants.
Whatever it was had her moaning loudly, nodding desperately as she clawed at the ground, his hand closing around her pigtails to jerk her partially upright—rewarding me with a better view of her perfect curves.
Cam shocked me with a third finger, stretching me thoroughly, but I was done with that. Between the hand on my cock, Cameo’s fingers, and the sight in front of me, I was going to combust.
“Master,” I gasped. “Please, please fuck me.”
Cameo’s dark chuckle was so delicious, I had to squeeze my tip to the point of strangulation to avoid coming and disobeying his orders. “Does my little omega slut need his hole filled?” he crooned, crooking his fingers to stroke my prostate.
My knees gave out, but my alpha was there, holding my limp body upright as I watched Eva get exactly what I wanted.
“Fuck him!” she gasped, earning a hard smack to the ass from Marcus.
“No one over there is speaking to you, Dolly.”
“Yes,” I begged. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!”
Marcus’ masked face turned towards us. At first, I thought he was looking at me, but it seemed he and Cam were having a wordless conversation.
I would’ve been impressed if I’d had any mind left to be, given they both were wearing masks and didn’t have anything to go off of in the way of facial expressions.
The energy shifted.
Cameo pulled from me, leaving my hole wanting and needy. And across the room, Marcus slid out of Eva.
Our complaints mingled together into nonsense until Cam half-carried me over. Marcus flipped Eva onto her back, her clear blue eyes trained on me hungrily as my alpha plopped me between her legs, pushing me to my knees between them.
“It’s your turn, Gattino,” he said, the smirk obvious in his voice. “Claim your prize. You did find her, after all. Didn’t you?”
Eva’s perfume thickened, her slick center glossy as Marcus’ fingers reached down to toy with her clit, making her body twitch.
Her light, smooth skin was flushed all over. Knees dirty from her time being fucked across the floor. It didn’t seem like she had a single tattoo, a stark contrast to the rest of us. I only had one, but the pack I’d become entangled with had many.
“Please, Joon,” she whined, hips inching towards me needily as she ground into Marcus’ fingers. “I need you.”
I swallowed. I’d never been on this side of an omega’s begging, and certainly not involved in someone else’s heat.
It was… exhilarating. The neediness in Eva’s voice a siren song to my lust-filled mind.
Refusing to waste any more time, I guided the head of my cock to her dripping core, pressing the tip in the barest inch.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she whined, body reacting immediately with a tightening around my cock as though by pure will alone she could get me to pound her into the floor like she wanted.
For a moment, I understood alphas. This was intoxicating.
“Open,” ordered Marcus from behind his mask.
There wasn’t even the faintest hint of an alpha bark, but it didn’t matter. Both Eva and me opened our mouths without complaint, waiting for whatever it was that he wanted.