Chapter 10 Indigo
Had I put my foot in my mouth with Marcus?
Maybe.
Probably.
But I wasn’t wrong, he and Joon had been circling around each other like the Earth and Moon, always just out of reach.
Pushing away like two positive ends of a magnet.
When I brought it up to Joon he’d mumble that he was trying to make a connection, but would quickly change the subject.
It wasn’t easy for either of them, but Marcus was the one so concerned with packing up right this damn minute.
Which meant he needed to be the one to push and put in the effort.
Instead, he was talking about Joon like he was damaged goods.
Which was wild considering the people he’d preferred to surround himself with.
Marcus included.
Even so, I didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. I wanted to talk to him further, but he disappeared before I could reach him, and the attendants here were very strict about their forms. And while normally I was very appreciative of their attention to detail, right now it made me want to scream.
After filling out every signature they needed and listening to their spiel, I headed inside. It was… overwhelming. Scents flew everywhere. The sounds of running, screaming, moaning, music, bounced off every wall. There was almost no light to speak of, and then suddenly large bursts of it.
I’d been searching for what felt like hours when I finally forced myself to stop and take a deep breath. It was meant to be like this, and I was letting myself get frustrated, as opposed to enjoying the experience.
The mirror maze section was trippy, but gave me a moment to look at myself.
It was a bit obscured through the mask, but it wasn’t impossible.
The mask gave me a certain anonymity that I quite liked.
And though a few people had approached me to ask to play, the yellow bracelet was a pretty good deterrent.
Okay, time for a pep talk. You got this. You’re gonna find them, and fuck Joon so hard he won’t see straight for a week. You just need to focus.
I repeated the mantra in my mind a few times before a very familiar scent hit my nose.
The very scent that had picked Joon out of the crowd at the coffee shop.
Not even the bitter brew could mask his sweetness, and now that I’d locked onto it, I had no plans on letting it escape.
With a roll of my neck, I took off towards his scent, boots pounding the concrete under my feet.
It took me a bit to navigate through the reflective walls, but I finally turned the corner where all of their scents hit me, along with one I wasn’t familiar with. An almost… fruity scent, but sweeter than Joon’s.
I froze, taking stock of what was going on before me.
Cam was behind Joon, fucking into him. I could tell it was him by the flashes I got of his hand tattoos.
And Joon was thrusting into a woman who was dressed just like him.
Or at least she was… now her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her shirt and bra were in tatters.
Marcus thrusting into her mouth, fucking her throat nice and hard.
How had everyone gotten here?
Joon’s face snapped towards me, as if he could sense me there, or probably just scented me there. He was lust drunk, the enjoyment of being squished between everyone evident. Still, the spark of interest at seeing me was instant, contorting his entire face.
That was something I loved about him. It didn’t matter what was going on around us, whether it was us alone or he was fucking and being fucked, when he saw me, there was always this softness to his eyes that told me how much he wanted me.
No one outside of my pack had ever looked at me with such softness, and it was something I cherished.
Cameo was the next to see the distraction I presented. There was no facial expression to gauge, but the fucker couldn’t keep it to himself anyway.
“You just a voyeur tonight, or do you plan on using the toys we caught?”
A laugh tore from me as I made my way forward. “Stupid bastard,” I muttered lovingly, stopping short of the omegas.
I positioned my body in front of Joon, Marcus finally noticing my presence, his mask snapping up to meet me. He said nothing, just a barest nod to acknowledgement that I wasn’t some rando trying to join in before he went back to pounding the poor, pink-haired omega’s throat.
Recognition skittered through me in a wave, my cock, already pressing firm against my zipper painfully hard, jumping to attention like I’d been electrocuted.
Eva.
I’d have time to work out my feelings about seeing someone I knew in the middle of my pack later.
Much less.. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d been particularly quiet about the fact that I’d had a crush on her. Wildly, I wondered if that was why Marcus had chosen this particular omega to fuck tonight.
I doubted it, given the waves of heat-soaked perfume she was letting off. A coincidence was more likely.
And fuck, what a joyful coincidence it was.
Her eyes widened in recognition as Joon sat up, helped by Cameo’s hand around his throat to keep him partially upright. The light sheen in my omega’s eyes was cute, but I wanted to see him cry.
Offering a nod to recognition to Eva, I unbuckled my belt, taking it off and wrapping it around Joon’s neck, sliding the end through the buckle to secure it around the omega’s throat.
“Light check,” I demanded as Cameo’s hand fell away, settling instead to rub Eva’s clit, making her scream around Marcus.
I shivered.
Would I get an opportunity to make her sound like that?
“Green,” Joon replied without thought.
I nodded, satisfied. “What do you do if you need me to stop?”
He obediently tapped my thigh three times. Even with all the stimulation, he was able to follow instructions. I was almost impressed, if it didn’t make me want to break him into a thousand pieces.
These were things we always did when we played, so it was fairly ingrained in him, second nature in a way. That tell-tale obedience that came with being cum-drunk making my lips twitch up into a smile.
I tightened the makeshift leash around his neck and handed the end over to Cameo, who gripped it with his spare hand, tattooed fingers wrapping the length around his fist several times. He was quick to pull it tight, squeezing the leather around his throat.
“Take my cock out,” I told Joon, letting my hands run over his wig.
I wished it was his real hair. Cameo and Marcus tended to go full force, giving out pain and pleasure in droves. I preferred to start with kindness, a caring softness, so when I was ready to take it away and replace it with pain, they felt it even more.
And Joon ate it up every time.
It took him a moment to release my cock with his trembling hands, but he finally got there. When it fell out, my hard length smacked him in the face, landing right on the lips I craved to put myself between.
He didn’t wait for instruction, his tongue peaking out and licking down under my shaft. When he was right before my tip, he licked the small silver piercing I had there, giving it special attention.
My moan was added to the chorus of my other packmates, shivers running down my spine when his hand came up and cupped my balls, squeezing them slightly.
Cameo tightened the leash that’d been created. “Come on, Gattino, take him like you mean it.”
Joon moved his mouth around my tip, swallowing me back as far as he could take me without help before pulling back, repeating the process.
“I know you can give him more,” Cam insisted. “He’s the reason you’re here with us after all, shouldn’t you give him a big thank you?”
I wasn’t sure if the nod he gave was intentional over my cock, but I felt a sense of pride in it all the same.
My hands grasped the back of his head as I pulled him in closer, making him take me all the way to my base, holding it as those tears I’d craved started falling.
He was a good boy and didn’t put on any waterproof makeup, so I got to watch those thick, black tears run down his face, ruining him just for us.
Fuck, it was so sexy I was getting close already.
“God, I’m gonna come in this tight hole,” Cameo started to babble. “Going to fill you up so you’re dripping with me for days.”
Joon’s voice vibrated with agreement around my cock, probably begging for it, though no actual words were able to escape. Cam tightened the belt even more, so much that I could feel it squeezing around my cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he started releasing into Joon. He slapped his ass once, twice, and then again for good measure. Fingerprints standing in stark, stinging red relief against the omega’s skin. “Fill up our little cumslut, Joon, give her what she craves.”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pumped a few more times before stopping. His throat tightened even more, and I couldn’t hold back. I thrust into him one more time, spilling down his throat. He tried to swallow around me, but began gagging pretty quickly.
Even in the lust-filled haze, we were quick to ease up, me removing myself and Cameo releasing the belt, letting him breathe fully for the first time. When we released him, Joon fell into Eva, letting his head rest on her full breast with a pathetic sigh.
I watched as Marcus pulled back, jerking himself a few times before unloading onto Eva’s face, covering her in thick ropes of his cum. God it was sexy, so much so my cock was already aching to go again.
It was hard to decide who I wanted to be more—Marcus, fucking Eva’s perfect mouth, or Eva herself, her swollen lips dripping in his cum.
Cameo pushed Joon down, pressing his face towards hers. “Lick it up like the good cumslut you are, and don’t swallow.”
His gaze into her eyes was hazy as he began licking around her face, over her cheeks and chin, even catching the few stray ropes that fell on her forehead.
When he was good and done, he leaned up, opening his tongue to show what he’d collected. The pool of white on his tongue was so erotic, I watched as a bit dripped from his tongue, dripping onto her below.
“I think she deserves a taste, don’t you?” I asked.
Joon was quick to nod.
“Go on then,” Cameo insisted.
He leaned down and met her easily, the kiss sloppy, the sharing of cum between them evident.
When they finished, I think we were all ready to go again.
“We should get her back to Omega’s Lust,” Marcus cut in, being the voice of reason. “We can’t knot her here, and I’m sure that’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling shocked glances from my packmates and Joon.
Eva moaned as she broke away from my boyfriend, her eyes meeting mine so desperately that I nearly forced her mouth open to take me right there. “Please,” she whispered needily. “I need you, Indi.”
Cameo laughed darkly. “Looks like you have some competition Marcus. Let’s go, it’s about time we see if Indigo can do more than use Joon’s mouth like a fleshlight.”