Chapter 2 My Insolent Mouth
My Insolent Mouth
Leo
Devon Hassel: Where are you? Call me immediately.
Instead of replying, I put the phone on airplane mode and stuffed it into my side pocket.
Devon was my personal security specialist—a fancy term for bodyguard—and since he wouldn’t agree with where I was going, I’d conveniently forgotten to tell him.
I hoped he wouldn’t quit over this. I liked him way more than the previous one.
Devon was an omega—thank fuck—so no risk of me flirting with him when I was drunk or something similarly stupid to what I’d normally do.
Considering the current threat, he’d advised me not to visit places where the old me would go.
Meaning, I shouldn’t go to kink clubs and sex parties, and I definitely shouldn’t be showing off my half-naked body in search of endorphins and alpha cum.
Sadly, I had a history of doing stuff that was bad for me, oftentimes with significant collateral damage.
To refrain, I needed to a) fully realize that it was actually bad for me and b) give enough fucks about myself.
But I wasn’t a good person, and maybe I deserved bad shit to happen to me.
And so, here I was. Horny, not nearly afraid enough, dressed like the glamorous whore I was.
For the hundredth time, I told myself to go back to my apartment.
Except it had been months since my escape to Ardaine, and I’d never felt so fucking lonely in my life.
The constant fear had turned me into an involuntary hermit.
Devon would be so mad at me for sneaking out, but what was the point of him keeping me alive when I couldn’t live?
Fabio hadn’t bothered me in months. Maybe he’d given up?
I adjusted my mask so it covered my face except for my lips and chin.
Unless someone knew me personally and well, they wouldn’t recognize me.
Hopefully. The thin mirror distorted my body, making me look even skinnier than I was.
I’d lost weight, not in a flattering way, but even so, I could still bed just about any alpha I wanted.
The sleek platform boots reached above my knees, hugging my legs like a second skin.
The harness, besides sending the right signals about my preferences, framed my nipples.
Together with my lips and ass, they were my best asset—big and puffy, they drove alphas wild.
Now that I was only a month away from another heat, they looked darker.
Juicy. If I could suck my own pecs, I’d sure as hell love to try.
My cock had been half-hard and my asshole wet since I’d put on the new harness.
The leather felt superb against my naked skin.
I turned my ass to the mirror to check the zipper on the back of my shorts.
Twisting my arm, I pulled it down a little, just enough to expose the top of my crease.
The dimples above my ass cheeks were showing nicely, glittering with the golden body butter I used.
The outfit was in nude hues, almost the color of my skin.
From far away or in club lighting, I’d look naked.
The door to the powder room squeaked, a signal for me to get out and mingle.
Showtime. I lifted my chin, pushed back my shoulders, and using my sexiest strut, I walked out.
The posh crowd of masked men seemed to part for me, hungry eyes eating me up, and I bit back a grin, adding an extra swish to my hips.
The rush of excitement would never get old. I was hot as fuck and wanted.
Everyone here had the same goal—to get off as glamorously as possible with as low risk as possible.
Some wore eye masks over their vaguely recognizable features, some covered their faces with lace or paint.
The bodies were on display, though. I even saw a couple of omegas fully naked.
One of them was getting a hand job by the bar while a group of alphas looked on.
He was collared—his partner held him on a chain, presenting him to others like a piece of meat. I averted my eyes. Chains made me sick.
After grabbing a drink, I walked to a less crowded part of the room. My courage faltered for a moment—it had been a long time since I’d put myself out there—but horniness was winning by a good margin.
The scent of slick and precum got thicker as the evening progressed, and it had me aching deep inside.
I watched a pretty omega on the dance floor, shaking his hips, his little cock hard, tenting his silky briefs.
A lean, tall alpha slipped his hand into the man’s crease, and the omega began riding his fingers for all to see.
Nobody was full-on fucking here in the main room. The Rosebud club provided a few bedrooms upstairs for that purpose. But there was enough action going on to get me buzzing. With each gulp of my drink, the fear disappeared deeper into my subconsciousness.
After months of celibacy, I’d get fucked tonight. I’d get properly railed. And if the first man finished too early, I’d go find another one. I’d return home bruised, sore, and dripping with cum.
I scanned the room, avoiding direct eye contact. A few of the alphas made my belly tingle. I liked rough, broad bodies and big hands, and a little bit of salt at the temples didn’t put me off. Quite the opposite.
“Are you here alone?” a deep voice spoke right into my ear.
I jerked with surprise before turning toward the man. He had only a thin eye mask, making his facial features clearly distinguishable. He reminded me of someone, so maybe he was a public figure of some sort—not that I cared.
“At the moment,” I hedged.
“Can I touch you?”
Straight to the point. I liked that.
“Avoid the zipper in the back until I say otherwise.”
He nodded and skimmed his hand down my back. Cupping my ass, he waited for a reaction. I took a sip of my drink and continued people-watching. If he got me going, I’d tell him to unzip. If not, I’d leave.
With his other hand, he caressed my stomach, then circled his fingers around my left nipple.
“You have luscious nips. Can I have a taste?”
I met his eyes. His directness was comforting.
“You can.”
He bent down, keeping one hand on my ass, and pulled my nipple into his hot mouth. He suckled, humming. Then he gripped the harness and tugged me closer, opening his mouth wider. The sensation got me half-hard, a little bit of wetness gathering in my ass.
I caught a whiff of a scent from his head, and my stomach clenched. He smelled familiar, and not in a good way.
“Let go, now,” I blurted, barely keeping my voice level.
He obeyed immediately. “Everything okay?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Oh.” He looked me up and down, seeming confused. “You want me to leave you alone?”
“Yes.”
His mouth tightened with obvious displeasure, and for a moment, I was afraid he’d make demands. But he shrugged and disappeared into the grinding crowd on the dancefloor.
My heart thrashing, I backed away a few steps until my shoulder blades hit a wall.
The smell had brought me back into Fabio’s dining room, and I could almost hear the chains rattle.
Blurred shapes gathered around me, smelling exactly like that man.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the intruding memories.
Coming here had been a spectacular mistake.
I finished the drink in one gulp, trying to calm down enough so I could think again. I should leave. If only a weak reminder of a certain alpha scent sent me into a panic, I had no business cruising a sex party on my own.
What had I been thinking? I was nowhere near ready for this.
Suddenly, I felt exposed. I reached back and tugged the zipper up. Still, the shorts revealed more than they hid.
I needed to go home and deal with the fallout tomorrow. Tonight, I’d hide in the shower with a dildo. Or even a small knot. I’d sleep with it inside me if necessary. It would be unsatisfying but safe.
It was so unfair! Sex and kink had been my main coping mechanisms since forever. A hard cock plunging into my hole was the one thing I could always rely on to make me feel good about my pathetic existence. Then Fabio ruined everything.
Stop ruminating and move. Go home.
Determined, I pushed off the wall and turned toward the cloakroom by the exit, only to smack into a hard chest. Hot palms grabbed my shoulders, steadying me. My glass had been empty, so at least I didn’t soak the man’s shirt.
“Watch it,” I mumbled, about to walk around him.
Except his hands on my shoulders tightened.
He inhaled loudly, then bent lower, his breath skimming my forehead. Was he scenting me?
“Wait a second,” he rasped.
Startled by the deep, husky voice, I looked up, and up…and froze.
The eyes staring down at me had the strangest hues. They went from dark brown to copper to almost orange around the man’s pupils. A simple black mask framed the fiery orbs. How come his eye color was so distinct in the dim light of the club? Like glowing amber.
His hands weighed on my shoulders, burning. Why wasn’t he moving away from me?
The corners of his mouth turned down, and his nostrils flared.
He looked annoyed. Black beard with ribbons of silver, strong jaw, thick neck, torso of a weightlifter and bulging pecs squeezed in a black shirt, the top buttons open.
His luxury, tailored jacket stretched over his magnificent shoulders.
The scent coming from the exposed V of his chest was nothing like any alpha I’d ever smelled before. No musk or sweat and no cologne. Not even a hint of what had made me freak out before. This mountain of a man smelled like fresh air, like a sea breeze in the spring after it’d rained.
My sudden arousal felt disorienting. What was I…? Oh. I wanted to get out of here. I should.
Don’t get distracted now.
“Club rules. You’re not allowed to touch me unless I clearly consent. Let go, hulk.” I didn’t mean to sound bitchy, but the words simply tumbled out, my automatic defense systems fully charged and ready.