Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Jack
Icouldn’t figure out what the expression on Quincy’s face was. If I didn’t know any better, I’d’ve said he was annoyed with me.
“Would you like a Heat Lightning pill?” I asked, taking the ball gag I’d just removed over to the bureau. I looked around for a rag or towel or something to put it on, since it was wet and slimy with Quincy’s spit and might mark the surface of the bureau, if I wasn’t careful.
“Um, yeah,” Quincy said, standing where he was, his weird expression still in place. “Whatever you want. You bought me. I’m yours to play with for the weekend.”
“Right, right,” I said, half reminding myself.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t turned on by the whole thing.
Something about Quincy made it hard for me to catch my breath.
His scent was mouthwateringly sweet, like cotton candy.
Kind of what his hair looked like, actually.
He seemed to have no qualms at all about standing in front of me naked, though he wasn’t even half hard anymore.
He was just a pretty, naked omega, waiting for me to make a move.
No, he was so much more than that, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.
He was exceptionally attractive, with soft but still masculine features, appealing lips made even more interesting by his lip ring, and blue eyes that held…
that held sadness, actually. They almost didn’t match his body, which had more tattoos and piercings than I’d noticed when he was up on the stage.
Both his nipples were pierced, and his tattoos were—
“Is something wrong?” Quincy asked, a hint of confrontation in his voice.
I blinked and dragged my eyes up to meet his. “No, I was just looking at your tattoos,” I said. “They’re—”
I wanted to say beautiful, but tragic was more like it.
His right side was decorated with what I thought were pretty vines and leaves at first, but when I looked closer, I saw they were thorns and that the vines were almost withered and dead.
Another tattoo was of a broken heart. Not just a heart with a bandage on it or a crack down the middle, like a phone emoji, but cracked and crumbling, like someone had taken a sledge hammer to it and if I looked away then back again, it would be nothing but a pile of dust.
“Want to see the ones on the back?” Quincy asked, a cocky spark in his eyes.
He turned around to show me not only his hands, which were still bound behind him, and the arrow that pointed to his hole, but an elaborate knife that was shaded to look almost three-dimensional as it stabbed him in the back.
Out of nowhere, I wanted to throttle whoever had hurt Quincy. I was certain beyond any doubt that someone had done something dire to the lovely, puckish omega showing off for me.
“I need a better look,” I said, telling myself it was well past time for me to get into the scene and be the alpha my dad expected me to be.
I stepped to the side, where a pair of scissors were waiting on the bureau, and brought those over to cut the zip-tie holding Quincy’s arms together.
As soon as he was free, he groaned as his muscles released.
It wasn’t just a sound of pain, though. Well, it was, but I could have sworn he liked the pain.
Of course he liked pain. He was a tattooed and pierced omega who played with the Dark Fantasies Club and had signed up for the omega auction.
Shit. I had huge expectations to fulfill, and I wasn’t sure I was up to it.
“On your knees, omega,” I ordered him, figuring I had to start somewhere.
Quincy glanced over his shoulder at me, then winked and turned to kneel in front of me.
I didn’t know what to do. Panic crept up my spine, making me restless and anxious and anything but turned on. Quincy knew what he was doing and knew what he wanted. I’d been more or less dragged into the auction event by my dad. I was a little horny, but I was also way out of my league.
I covered my nerves by going back to the bureau and fetching the small bottle of Heat Lightning pills. “This should do the trick,” I said, trying so hard to get into character.
I had to give this omega what he’d signed up for. He was expecting things from me as much as my family was expecting things.
Everybody expected things from me, and all I wanted to do was help people and sing along to showtunes.
“Open up,” I ordered Quincy in my deepest Dom voice.
I grabbed his jaw for good measure and forced his mouth open, then thrust the pill in. It took a lot of effort for me not to offer him a glass of water.
Quincy swallowed, then grinned up at me and asked, “You planning to give me something to wash it down with?”
“Um, oh.”
I turned to head to the bathroom for the water, but Quincy grabbed my hips to stop me from going. He deftly undid the buckle of my belt, then raced through the fastenings of my trousers. Once he had them and my underwear tugged down a bit, he scooped my cock and balls out.
He made a gruff sound of pleasure, then buried his face against my groin. The way he nuzzled and breathed in my scent had me plumping up in no time, which was a relief. I even grabbed hold of his bright hair and growled when he mouthed one of my balls, then sucked it all the way into his mouth.
Heat Lightning pills were designed to start working almost at once.
That meant that the effect of Quincy’s rapidly increasing heat hormones washed over me like someone slowly turning up the temperature.
My breathing got deeper and the wild feeling that I needed to fuck Quincy deep and hard began to drag me under.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t still in way over my head. When Quincy finished worshiping my balls and shifted to drag his tongue up the underside of my cock, all I could do was hold on and lose myself in the sensations. I even started to tremble a little.
When Quincy closed his mouth over my flared tip and teased me with his tongue, I had to clench so I didn’t spill everything then and there.
It probably didn’t matter. Once an alpha was with an omega in heat, his refractory period shrank to almost nothing.
I’d be hard and full and ready to come again within minutes.
It seemed rude to fire off when we’d just got started, though.
“What do you want?” Quincy asked breathlessly, gripping the base of my cock with one hand while rubbing his cheek against it and gazing up at me.
“Sorry?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Quincy’s grin turned impish as he fondled my balls. “You’re a dangerous, high-powered alpha who just bought me for five million dollars. I’m a helpless, vulnerable omega going into heat. You can do whatever you want with me.”
His gaze darted to the side, to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
My mind went completely blank. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to initiate impact play or what to do to play my way through an intense scene.
It was just that…I didn’t know what I wanted.
Quincy wasn’t at all what I’d expected. I was mesmerized by him, curious and turned on.
But that didn’t mean I wanted to string him up and fuck him the way I was supposed to.
Embarrassingly, Quincy seemed to catch on to everything that was hanging me up. He huffed out a breath, rocked back, then stood facing me.
“Do you want to call it off?” he asked, looking sympathetically up at me.
I wasn’t a particularly tall or muscular alpha, but I was still bigger than Quincy. Except that the way he looked at me, completely unselfconscious of his nakedness and arousal—and yes, he was hard and flushed and radiating warmth as the Heat Lightning pill took effect—was so much more than I was.
I cleared my throat. “We can’t call the whole thing off,” I said. “You just took a Heat Lightning pill.”
Quincy shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I went through a heat alone.”
For some reason, that horrified me. Not because it was extremely physically and psychologically painful for an omega to go through heat without an alpha, but because the beautiful, feisty omega standing in front of me should never have had to be alone for any reason.
“To be honest,” I said with a wince, “it wasn’t my idea to sign up for the auction. I love sex as much as the next alpha, especially heat sex, but this is something I’m supposed to do, supposed to like, and—”
I stopped myself, because I absolutely should not have said any of those things to an omega I’d just met.
But I liked Quincy so damn much. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know him. Although it was true that sometimes alphas and omegas just clicked.
I was sure I’d made a fool of myself and that Quincy would laugh me out of the hotel suite. Instead, his already mischievous grin turned downright wicked.
“You wanna be topped from the bottom?” he asked, eyes flashing.
I swallowed hard. “What does that mean?”
Well, duh. I knew what that meant. The few times I’d let myself watch porn, I’d gravitated to omega on top stuff.
The flash in Quincy’s eyes hinted there was more to it than that.
As easily as snapping his fingers, Quincy placed a hand flat on my chest and pushed. We stood right at the foot of the bed, and his movement had me sitting hard on the end.
“That’s more like it,” he said, now that his head was higher than mine. He moved in even closer and quickly undid the buttons of my suit jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. “I want you naked and groveling, alpha,” he went on.
“I—”
With something that felt like a whoosh of relief inside me, the scene suddenly made sense.
“Yes, master,” I said, fighting not to smile as a whole different scenario jumped up between us.
“Good boy,” Quincy said, stepping back so I had room to move as I slipped all the way out of my jacket. “Let me see what five million dollars buys me.”