Chapter 2 Honey
Honey
Aurora
My handler, Padrick, follows us, then stands watch at the other side of the red velvet curtain, which I attempt to close tightly. He’s a brute of a man. He’s got a pile of dirty rags for brains. He’s always packing and following me around as close as possible.
The private rooms are hardly private. They are curtained sections, with half-moon booths and a low coffee table.
It’s moody and dark, and the music makes it sound like nothing can hear you on the other side.
Honey pulls me into her and gently, lovingly, sensually kisses me. Fuck me.
I set my hands on her waist. She’s so warm and soft. My hands drift up to her breasts, and I cast my thumb over the pasties covering her nipples. She moans, like it’s her job, into my mouth.
With her velvety soft voice, she says, “What would your dad do if he caught us in here?”
I scoff. My dad is too oblivious to understand what Honey and I are doing.
He’s caught me three times before, and his brain just couldn’t compute.
He assumed his employee was slacking off.
Carmen’s fingers were knuckle deep in me the first time when he caught us in the dressing room together.
“I don’t pay you to have playtime with my kid. Get out there on the floor and work!”
Funny how I’m still a kid if I’m doing what I want, but plenty grown enough to do what he’s going to make me do with Locke. Honey directs me to the couch, and I sit down. She kneels on top of me, her knees on either side of my thigh, and then directs me so I’m lying down on the couch.
“Pillow Princess,” she teases. They all know what I want from them. Carmen, Honey, Lucy…they all know what I like.
With my back on the couch and my head and neck propped on pillows, I settle in as Honey runs her hands over my body.
Am I a bad person for messing around with my father’s hired girls? Maybe.
Would they fool around with me if they weren’t here doing a job?
I don’t want the answer to that.
Like she can see my thoughts, Honey reassures me, “I would rather be with you in here than with any man or woman that comes through those doors. I had to suck Mickey off once, Ro. And the whole time I kept thinking about leaving here and never looking back, but getting to put my lips on your little dark nipples makes it all worth it.”
Bullshit.
But I still let her pull the straps of my dress down my shoulder and expose those very nipples. Her delicate tongue licks up my nipple until it’s hard, and then she sucks it into her mouth. My hands jump into her wig, my back bows, and I moan.
I turn my head to the side and open my eyes for a brief moment, lost in the pleasure of her sucking and teasing, and see Padrick peek at us through the small opening in the curtain.
All men are pervs. But at least he’ll keep my secrets.
For all the times he’s caught me, it never gets back to my dad.
I think about telling him to fuck off, but Honey has managed to push my legs apart with just her knee, and I need to close my eyes again in case I die.
“Let me go down on you,” she pleads in her sexed up honey-sweet voice.
“Not tonight, Honey,” I say quickly in case I can’t soon enough. She’s humping her barely covered pussy over my thigh, while one hand tweaks and plays with my nipple.
“Please.”
“Locke is going to be here soon.”
Honey pushes her tits into mine and then sucks on my neck.
I love this feeling. Her breasts and mine pressed together.
It’s so warm and soft and thrilling. Her hips over mine.
God, I want more. I take her hand and show her what I want instead.
I want to come on her fingers. She’s more than happy to oblige.
She pushes my panties to one side and gives me what I’m here for—rough, quick, glorious pleasure.
I’m wet, so when she pushes two fingers in, they glide through my tight pussy gloriously. She holds me down as she wrings me dry. She uses her thumb on my clit, and I’m done.
Her mouth is on my neck. Her fingers are pinching my nipple, and her hand is leading my pussy to completion.
I cry out, but the music drowns me out.
She kisses my jaw and my cheeks as I come down from it. I see the curtain move as Padrick hides his stupid, ugly face.
“God, omegas are so pretty. I’m obsessed. I want one all for myself. Locke doesn’t even know what he’s getting.”
She wants one for herself…like I’m a doll she played with at a friend’s house.
Honey can be a huge bitch sometimes.
My crazy, horny state is gone, and I’m left in an empty space that feels too much like real life. I don’t like this. I push her off of me and stand up. I fix my clothes and my hair. I shake out my bangs and then smooth down any flyaways. I hope she didn’t mess up my makeup.
I brush her body glitter off my dress, and it floats away on a cloud of dust.
“Come on, pretty thing, let’s go make some rounds,” she says and tries to interlace our fingers. I yank my arm away from her.
“No, I’m going to find my dad. See what’s taking so long.”
She’s taken back, but I don’t care.
My head suddenly hurts. I’m upset about my makeup. If it’s messed up, I am going to freak out. I feel like shit for coming while Padrick watches. I just want to get out of this hellhole.
I don’t actually want to fuck strippers in my dad’s club.
I level her a look. “Go put some real clothes on, Honey. I don’t want to see you in this again.”
I spin away from her, throwing the curtain open, then strut out, bumping into Padrick.
I don’t look for who is watching me. Everyone is always fucking watching me all the fucking time.
My dad is with his usual crowd, talking about whiskey, or work, or whatever the fuck, while sitting around a square table.
“Where is he?” I ask as I step up to him. I’d say I’m leaning into my persona of petulant mafia princess, but this is just a part of who I am. Yes, I’m a spoiled fucking brat. I don’t care anymore.
My dad takes his cigar out of his mouth and tips his chin up at me. The man on his left, a beta, looks right at my tits. I resist the urge to look down and ensure they are covered. I’m sure they are.
“He was a little dusty when they brought him in. Liam and the boys are getting him real pretty for you.”
He’s here.
Locke is here.
My body shivers.
Don’t fucking get excited, Aurora! He hates you, remember? He never fucking liked you. He had to be dragged here. He loves Kol and Oscar. Not you. Never you. Bury those feelings.
“Where’s his pack?” I ask, my voice not cracking at all.
He swallows. A telltale sign that he’s upset. His big, fake teeth clack—another nervous tick.
“They’ll be found within the hour.”
So, he’s lost them.
That’s fine with me. As long as he lets us bond, my plan is still safe.
“Good, then let’s do this. I’ve got a headache, and this party is boring.” I toss my hair back. “I’m having a drink, and by the time I’m done, this better start happening, Daddy.”
He smiles up at me.
“Of course, Little Bear.”
I spin on my heel to leave, but he says, “One more thing.”
I wait, and he takes his time ashing his cigar.
“Locke found himself an omega. We’ve brought him in, too. Are you interested in seeing who he was going to choose over you?”
My brain sputters. Short circuits. Fries.
Locke has an omega. A male omega.
I rush to answer him so I’m not embarrassed by how much this affects me.
“Let’s see the bastard. I don’t care.”
I give them a tight smile and then turn away, flipping my hair again, even though it’s already off my shoulders.
My heels click loudly on the floor, so loud that the music doesn’t drown them out.
I ascend my stupid throne and wait for Carmen to bring me sparkling pink wine.
She chastises me for being so mean to Honey.
Carmen is the de facto leader of the beta girls.
She’s the tallest, has the biggest hair, and is the one they always defer to.
She talks to my father on their behalf, and she is their mother.
I do feel bad about how I treated Honey. I’ll need to go find her and apologize.
But my mind is on one thing:
An omega.
Locke found an omega.
A male omega.
Jealousy rips through me like lightning through a pole.
I can’t deny my emotions. They are real. I feel it everywhere.
He really doesn’t like me at all, does he?
I bite my lips to shreds to stop myself from crying.
Locke may have tried to replace me—a thing I shouldn’t even be mad about because I wasn’t planning on being with him long anyway—but I’m not about to force him to bond me.
I was never going to go through with this.
I’m not a monster, like my father.
I have a plan.
I look across the smoky, ill-lit room at my dad, who leaves out the east door to our main house. He’s going to get Locke.
He’s coming. Locke is coming.
I sit up straight.
I’m not ready.