Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Saint
Lucas. That was the name of the omega I’d been paired with for the auction event.
No last name, just Lucas. And from the dossier Hamish had sent to me that morning so I could prep for the weekend, Lucas was a hard player.
And he was cute. The profile pic attached to his file was cheeky and sassy.
He’d been a member of the Dark Fantasies Club for a while, but I’d never run into him in my occasional trysts into the kink world.
To be honest, I didn’t venture into the world of the Dark Fantasies Club all that often.
It was a release when I needed it, a way to feel like I was in control again when the memories started to resurface, the screams and the wail of twisting metal, the darkness cut with fire and the whipping rain that had swirled all around, hitting my skin with as much pain as the shards and sparks from the crash.
I shook myself to banish the memories as I shut my car door, locked it, and hefted my overnight bag over one shoulder.
It was coming up on the anniversary of the crash, the twentieth anniversary at that, and I needed something to get me out of my head and into my body.
Kink had always been that trick to stop the spiral, and I fully intended to enjoy it now.
I was ready to let go for the weekend with Lucas the hard-playing omega.
“Welcome to Kincade Slopes,” the clever-looking omega behind the counter greeted me as I approached.
“Hi,” I replied, wondering if I should feel self-conscious at all.
From what Hamish had told me, the entire ski lodge was reserved for the auction participants.
The DFC had an agreement with the owners.
This was the second event they’d hosted at the lodge, the third auction overall, and it looked like everyone knew what they were doing. “I’m Saint Boscoff,” I gave my name.
“Greetings, Mr. Boscoff,” the omega said shifting his attention slightly to the laptop in front of him. “I’m Mads Kincade, part owner of the lodge. And yes, I see you’re in the system here.”
He glanced from his computer to me and back again, like he was checking to make sure I matched the face on his screen.
It was hard to mistake me, really. The crash had left a mean scar across my brow line, running down toward my ear.
I was more self-conscious about it than I liked to admit, especially since it could make me look mean when I was just thinking. Resting nightmare face.
“You’re just in time,” Mads Kincade went on. “The event is ready to start. You’ll be in Conference Room One to begin with. The organizers will give you instructions for the weekend there. I’ve got you in suite fifteen. If you’d like, I can have your bags taken straight up there.”
“Thanks. That would be great.”
I shrugged my bag off my shoulder, but as Mads came around to take it, I paused.
“Let me just grab one thing,” I said, setting the bag on the desk.
I unzipped the front pocket and pulled out a long, thick strip of lavender silk.
I’d had it specially made with eyeholes and a contoured bit so it fit neatly over my nose.
I put it on right away, tying it in the back.
I probably looked silly, wearing a bandit’s mask into an omega auction, but I’d learned long ago that my size and muscular alpha build, my sharp features, and that damn scar frightened even the most hardened omega players sometimes.
It was actually easier to go into a new encounter with a mask.
Mads smiled up at me as if he saw massive alphas wearing designer suits and masks on their way to pretend to purchase an omega sex slave every day. Although given the fact that a few more alphas were waiting to check in now, too, and it wasn’t the lodge’s first time hosting, maybe he was.
“Conference Room One is that way,” Mads gestured to the hallway that ran away from the large, cozy lobby. “You’ve got about ten minutes until they get started.”
I nodded in thanks and headed down the hall, giving the lobby one last look before I went.
It was quite beautiful, actually. There was a massive, rustic fireplace with a fire crackling away, several comfortable-looking sofas arranged near it, and a stunning floor-to-ceiling window that took up nearly the entire wall and looked out over the mountain.
In the daylight, it must have been spectacular.
If I had an omega of my own, I would totally bring them up here for a romantic weekend.
I wasn’t in the mood for romance this weekend, though.
Far from it. I’d been too busy with work lately to date, and I hadn’t really clicked with any omegas for a while.
It’d been so long since I’d gotten off with anything other than my hand that I’d been seriously considering following my brother Fenn’s lead and taking a part-time job at Bangers & Mash as an Emergency Support Alpha.
I desperately needed the release that the next few days would bring me.
Conference Room One was filled with alphas just like me, restless and horny and excited about the prospect of an extended playtime.
Since they’d started it the summer before, the omega auction had turned into one of the DFC’s most popular events, and getting an invitation was like winning a prize these days.
I was thrilled that they’d been able to match me with an omega.
“Gentlemen, if you’d like to gather around,” Caden Kuhl, one of the co-founders of the Dark Fantasies Club called out from the small dais at the front of the room. “On behalf of Hamish and myself, I’d like to welcome you to the Dark Fantasies Club’s third omega auction event.”
I was happy to wander to the front of the room along with the others to be given our instructions for the night.
It was simple, really. We’d all been pre-assigned omegas that we’d matched with based on general compatibility and play style, but part of the fun of the illusion was that we could all shout out bids for other omegas if we wanted to.
Caden encouraged it to add to the fantasy for the omegas.
“Some of our omega participants like to get deep into character,” he explained. “Part of their experience is feeling the fear and allowing them to react to it naturally. So don’t be alarmed if some of our participants shout or cry or beg for help. It’s all part of the game.”
I nodded along with some of the others and rolled my shoulders.
Usually, it was my job to bring calm and balance to people experiencing trauma.
That’s what I did as a grief and trauma counselor.
It would be interesting to see those emotions left to run free.
There was some belief that it was therapeutic to allow someone to work through their trauma by giving way to it and vocalizing it.
Except what really happened after the first omega, who was already in heat, was dragged onto the stage was a lot of bad playacting.
“Up next, we have this sweet boy, who we snatched right out of his university class,” Caden announced to the room of salivating alphas as the second omega was brought onto the dais.
I wasn’t immune to the raw sexuality of what was happening.
My blood raced through me and my cock filled, but the omega being poked and prodded and shown like a pony, wasn’t any closer to university age than I was.
And he was clearly eager to be fucked silly, even though he halfheartedly protested to his treatment.
The auction was amusing more than anything else. I threw in a few fake bids here and there while waiting for Lucas to be brought on stage, but really, I just wanted to get on with things.
And then he was there. His hands were bound behind him and he was gagged, but I recognized Lucas from his photo right away. He looked even better naked and trembling than he had in his saucy profile pic.
Something caught in my gut, though, when he was brought forward to the auction block and displayed.
Tears streaked his face and his look of terror and misery was incredibly authentic.
The way he moved as he was pushed over the block only to have his hole put on display for the room full of horny alphas was stiff and awkward.
Either Lucas was an incredibly good actor or—
But no, everyone involved in the auction had signed on in advance. They knew what they were in for and had been briefed about the whole thing. The auction was basically a fancy munch, and the players all knew their parts.
A slight lull in the bidding took me out of my thoughts. It was my turn to jump in and everyone knew it.
“One million!” I called out, raising my hand.
“One million five!” one of the other alphas called out. It was all part of the game.
I put the quietly ringing alarm bells in my head aside and dove into the game. “One ten!”
The auction continued until I won Lucas for one and a half million dollars. Caden banged his gavel on the podium, and as with all the others who had already collected their omegas, I pushed my way through the crowd to collect Lucas as the next omega was brought out for auction.
Up close, Lucas was deliciously small. I dwarfed him with my sheer size and height.
The way he dragged his wet eyes with their dark, clumped lashes up my body to look with pure terror at my face made me glad I’d opted to wear the mask.
I tugged at his gag, pulling it down around his neck so I could see his beautiful mouth.
“Help me,” Lucas wheezed, barely able to get the words out. “Please, help me.”
I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or someone who could save him from me. Either way, he was an amazingly good actor.
I grabbed his jaw in my large hand and tilted his head up even more to me. “Perfect,” I said with a smile. “I could just eat you up.” He smelled like bubblegum, of all things.