Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Vegas is gorgeous through the wide windows of the penthouse suite.
Sure, it’s a little gaudy, but I don’t mind it.
It’s not somewhere I’d come frequently, because I’m not a gambler, but the shows we’ve seen have been amazing.
I’ve watched a few of the fountain shows out of the windows of our penthouse room at Hedonistic Heat.
God, I hope these windows are tinted.
Ivan ruts into me from behind, my breasts flattened on the glass as I brace myself against it.
“You’re always so fucking desperate for our cocks,” he growls through gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t leave us alone.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha.” My whimper is needy and high-pitched.
My men love our free use agreement.
So do I.
“Don’t let her come.” Derrick directs my Alpha from the couch, where he’s stretched out, legs spread wide, and his arms resting loosely on the back. Grant kneels in front of him, taking our Alpha’s cock down his throat.
“You don’t think she’s earned it?” It doesn’t sound like he cares one way or the other. I think he loves working with my other Alpha to drive me higher and higher before he gets to push me over the ledge.
Grant makes a choking sound, and when I seek out his reflection in the glass, I see Derrick holding our Beta’s face flush against his pelvis. Just the sight of the two of them together has me clenching and dripping slick around Ivan’s cock.
My Alpha wraps an arm around my knee and lifts it, opening me to him even more. The stretch of the position and his knot bumping against my entrance has me wailing.
Despite my begging, he won’t knot me here. Not when we have tickets for tonight’s Cirque de Mordu performance.
Derrick ruins one more orgasm for me before he says I’m allowed to come.
He’s already filled Grant’s mouth and is now roughly jerking our Beta off as they watch the two of us.
My Alpha reaches around my hips and flicks at my sensitive, desperate clit, and I fall, fall, fall.
It feels like the pleasure goes on forever, and by the time I come down, he’s pumped his release into me and is lowering my leg.
We were very lucky, after my first heat together, that I didn’t get pregnant.
None of us was thinking about birth control at the time.
The doctor said I didn’t ovulate because it was off-schedule.
Even though we are in Vegas, we’re not rolling the dice again.
I got on the birth control shot as soon as I could.
My heat ended a few days ago, so we had time before and after it to enjoy the city.
The network didn’t spare any expense when they set up the trip.
We’ve been eating and living like kings, attending the hottest shows.
It’s been six months since we left the Expected house, and we leave for the reunion show tomorrow.
It’s been awkward, trying not to be noticed, but in Vegas, people are more focused on themselves than on those around them. We’ve disguised ourselves as we walk around with hats and glasses. I don’t think it really works, but it’s at least plausible deniability.
I’m looking forward to the reunion show.
There will be a live audience asking questions, and based on everything I saw online, it’s been a popular season.
Reading the posts as the show aired has been a blast. We get together as a pack, watch the episodes, and then spend a little too much time online looking at audience reactions.
They’ve been positive, for the most part. Sure, there are always asshole on the internet, but most have been surprisingly kind, all things considered.
The network did not shy away from showing our intimate moments, either.
I’m surprised some of it was allowed. It got pretty risque, especially after I bonded Ivan and Grant.
I’m not as embarrassed about it as I was at the time.
Watching our love story unfold over the past four weeks has been amazing.
Someone wrote a think piece about how our season was a study on grief and healing. Psychologists weighed in on the way I handled everything, which was obviously not healthy, but the main focus was on how the guys honored my grief over Calvin.
That has maybe been the most unexpected thing about this experience. My brother’s makeup tutorial videos are trending again. It was a bit jarring the first time I scrolled past one, but now it makes me smile when I do.
He’s living on, not just in my memory, but in other people’s.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” Ivan taps me lightly on the butt. “We don’t want to be late.”
“Do you guys have your hats and sunglasses?” Grant tucks his brilliant hair under a hat and puts on his massive aviator glasses before flipping up the hood of his sweater. We look like celebrities trying to hide out from the paparazzi, but we haven’t been recognized.
Yet.
Cirque de Mordu is not a regular circus. It’s high-flying, death-defying acts, and darkly seductive.
It was amazing.
The network set us up with a private box where we watched the acts put themself in danger over and over again.
The Twisted Twins on the trapeze had me clenching Grant’s hand so tight he almost lost circulation.
They’re flying around with no nets under them!
What happens if they fall? There was a duo, Quick Cut and Maestro, that started with knife throwing and ended with the Alpha swallowing a sword while hanging from the ceiling by hooks driven through his skin. I’ve never seen anything like it.
The whole show was dangerous, thrilling, and captivating, and I am so excited that the network arranged for us to meet some of the performers afterward.
By the time the show is over, and security leads us to the backstage area, several performers and the ringmaster are hanging out in a green room waiting for us.
A dark-haired man covered in tattoos bounces to us.
He’s wearing a pair of track pants but no shirt, his lithe, muscular torso on display.
“Hello! I’m Dario, one of the Twisted Twins.
It’s nice to meet you.” When he bows deeply, the other half of his act, his twin with bleached-blond hair, peeks over his shoulder and gives us a half wave.
I peel off my hat, sweater, and glasses.
The network wouldn’t have set this up if they needed us to remain anonymous.
There’s no way they could expect us to, and there are so many people in this hot and stuffy room.
My pack follows my lead, and Ivan collects all of the loose articles before piling them up on an empty chair.
“Hi, Dario, I’m Ariana.”
A man with shaggy hair and sleepy eyes straightens against the wall. “Oh shit.” It’s barely more than a breath, and then he’s out of the door.
“Don’t mind him.” The ringmaster, a giant man with hands the size of dinner plates and dark, wavy hair, steps up and greets us.
He’s changed out of his performance outfit into more casual jeans and a plain t-shirt.
“I’m Jude. We knew we were meeting some television personalities, but forgive me for not recognizing you. ”
“That’s because you don’t watch Knot What You Expected with us.” The quieter twin speaks for the first time. “They’re this season’s pack.”
I didn’t consider that they’d watch the show.
They don’t seem like the target audience for reality television.
At least the last episode has already aired, and the reunion airs tomorrow, so seeing us as a group doesn’t spoil anything.
This is the first time I’ve been noticed for being on the show, and I don’t know how to handle it.
It’s hard to look any of them in the eye when I know they watched me have phone sex.
The door bangs open, and the shaggy-haired man comes back, dragging an Omega with dark hair behind him.
“See! I told you!”
She pats him on the chest with a smitten smile. “So I see, Quinton. Forgive my rude Alpha, he forgot his manners. I’m Alex. We’ve been watching your season, so he got a little excited to bring me to meet you.”
The other Omega takes a step toward me, reaching her hands out and hovering them over mine, giving me a chance to decide if I wanted to let her touch me. I turn them over and clasp hers.
Alex is one of those people who looks smart, even though smart doesn’t have a specific look.
She’s probably ten years older than me, if I had to guess, and she’s wearing a pair of athletic leggings and a plain top.
I doubt she was expecting to meet anyone tonight, and yet she looks adorable and put together.
“I was diagnosed with Foresaken Omega Syndrome a few years ago. My case was milder, brought on by years of heavy suppressant use, so it wasn’t as bad as Calvin had it, but it was scary.
You’re so fucking strong, Ariana. I know you probably don’t think you are, but what you went through was something no one should have to endure.
I sobbed through most of your episodes. FOS is a miserable illness, and I’m lucky my Alphas were here to help me through it. ”
“Oh.” This moment of connection with another Omega, one who understands my fears, isn’t something I’ve ever had before. “Thank you. Going on the show was difficult, but my anxiety has gotten a lot better since the show wrapped.”
The man who dragged her in here moves to her side to jump into our conversation.
He’s thin, with a pointed chin and heavy eyelids.
An Alpha, but not muscular like most are.
I’m pretty sure he was the one hanging from the ceiling by his flesh.
I kind of want to see what his back looks like right now.
“She’s a doctor. Been doing some research into FOS since the first episode.” He’s preening like a proud peacock. Is that how my Alphas look when they talk about me?
My boys finally find their voices, as Grant steps forward and slings an arm around my waist. “Really?”