Chapter 8 #2
The bathrooms were slightly removed from the rest of the club by a small highway, creating the illusion of privacy.
Still dimly lit, but calmer and easier to see without all the flashing lights.
Most of the glow was produced by a neon light hung above the mirror at the far side of the hall, reading 'bad decisions make better stories,' a little chaise lounge serving as the designated boyfriend waiting spot placed against the wall, with the two bathroom doors on either side.
It was a bit ominous. At least I probably would've thought so if I weren't so focused on finding Eva.
I did take a moment to check myself in the mirror, pleased to find that my eyeliner hadn’t smudged at all.
Usually, I wouldn't be so fussed with my makeup staying where it needed to. But this had been a PR hand-me-down from my friend, who was a beauty influencer. I'd have to remember to text her and let her know that it worked like a charm.
The door behind me opened, and I watched as a pink head of hair stepped out of the bathroom and into my mirror.
Not that I needed the visual. I could smell the strawberry and matcha the second she'd cracked the door. Whether she caught a bit of my scent in return, or she'd seen me from the corner of her eye, Eva paused, turning my way.
The beta waiting on the lounge moved to follow his partner as I turned to face her, and… fuck.
It was more than a little unfair for her to walk around looking like that.
Did she need to be so goddamn hot?
With every step towards me, her pigtails bounced, igniting the urge to fist them like some kind of horny boogeyman that lingered on the fringes of my consciousness.
After our hookup, I’d watched her Streamverse channel a bit. They were a lot of fun, and she really was amazing at Kill Floor, so it was easy to understand why her audience was so dedicated. But it was the SLCK'd streams that left a more lasting impression.
I licked my lips, wondering what Eva would think if she knew that, after ignoring her for weeks, I was fucking my pillow while I watched her touch herself.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her arms crossing over her chest, drawing my attention to her tits again.
At the end of the day, when it came to this omega, I really was no better than an alpha.
“Using the mirror, is that a crime?" I retorted, way less tough than I would've liked.
Her lips pursed, a manicured finger tapping them in thought. “I guess.”
“Well," I said with an incredulous laugh as I turned back towards the mirror to wipe away an imaginary smudge under my eye. "Thanks for the permission, I guess.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with Tara,” she said after a few moments. "Thought it was more of an Indi thing."
“They introduced us. We chat sometimes.”
I figured it was probably for the best to leave out that the first time we'd met had actually been at the Packtacular. Bringing that night up was sure to do nothing but cause problems.
Eva shifted, close but not quite close enough, and I wondered what she was thinking.
“That’s nice," she said, toying with the ends of her pink hair.
“Yeah, she’s cool." And because I'm afflicted, especially when drunk, with dumb-bitch-can't-shut-up disease, I added, "Good with a cherry stem too."
She hummed in agreement. “But I’m not far behind. Third, after Ivy."
My brows rose. “You mean fourth?”
Eva shook her head. “I know what I said, handsome.”
“I so finished first," I insisted, turning to face her again.
"You’re just mad because I’m a better kisser than you.”
“Who said that?”
“The cherry stem,” she said, the 'duh' heavily implied as she tilted her head to the side. “That was the whole point, right? It said I’m the third-best kisser in the group.”
“That definitely isn’t true."
I was a great kisser, excellent even.
But I wasn't sure if I was arguing for my honor or Eva's as she drifted closer, her body nearly brushing mine, making my skin tingle all over.
"Prove it, then," she whispered, so quietly that I lip-read the words more than heard them under the thrum of the bass.
I didn’t move, didn't dare to breathe too deeply for fear of breaking the moment between us. “What do you mean?”
The question didn't really need an answer, not with Eva's eyes locked on mine like she wanted to eat me.
Was this a bad idea? Abso-fucking-lultely.
Was I going to stop? Not even if you cut me a check for half a million dollars.
We were about the same height, the omega only needing to shift her face slightly to brush her nose along mine. “Prove to me you’re a better kisser.”
I breathed in sharply. Suddenly, Indigo was off the hook for whatever mixed emotions I felt about them kissing Eva.
Because I was doing the same fucking thing.
Eva's vanilla lip gloss and the slight sour tang of alcohol did little to blunt the lush, ripened strawberry flavor of her lips. I kissed her hard, demanding more than asking, and she met me with just as much ferocity, pressing me backwards until my calves hit the chaise.
I took it for the gift it was, letting myself fall back onto the lounge, a hand finding Eva's waist to yank her down into my lap.
Her arms looped around my neck, knees bracketing my legs as she ground against my rapidly hardening cock.
This kiss wasn’t slow or practiced—it was intense.
A drunken makeout full of panted moans and clashing teeth. My tongue licked into her mouth, and she opened easily for me, letting me taste her even further as I explored.
I pressed against her, using my grip on her hip to pull her against me in a heavy grind, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be closer, to feel her wrapped around my cock again.
She moaned, hips kicking into motion of her own volition as we continued to kiss, the friction between our clothed bodies highlighting the quickly growing damp spot in my pants.
“Does that feel good?” I asked roughly, nipping at her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Need more.”
And fuck, did I want to give her more.
I let my hands drop, running them along her smooth thighs to the hem of her skirt.
My cock was so hard it was nearly painful, weeping precum with every heavy grind of her warm center against me. I let myself meet her movements in a feeble attempt to relieve any of the tension.
I’d never been this attracted to an omega before. Secondary gender had never really mattered to me, but I’d always preferred someone larger than me, someone who could tame the brat that liked to sneak out every once in a while. The way Indi did, or Cameo.
But with Eva? There was this attraction to her that I couldn't deny, her slick cunt a siren song to my hindbrain in a way I'd never felt with anyone else.
My hand moved further up, under the fabric of her skirt, until my fingers grazed the edge of her panties, finding her so slick soaked that I couldn't help but moan.
“God, you’re already drenched for me," I hissed, rewarding her with a heavy kiss. "So fucking needy, aren't you, princess?”
“I am,” she agreed on a whine. “You smell so good.”
I sank my teeth into her lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to bruise. I gave it a hard tug before letting go, soothing away the little hurt with another kiss.
“Glad you like how I smell." And fuck, if that wasn't pride in my voice.
My fingers stayed above her slick panties, rubbing just shy of where she really wanted me, teasing.
This was probably way too hot and heavy for the hallway of a club, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The excitement that Eva returned the feelings that I'd been too afraid to share with her made me feel drunker than any of the shots I'd taken.
“Like fucking syrup," she babbled, trying to ride my fingers. "And spun sugar, and apples, and butter…"
Huh?
Her words made me freeze, fingers and hips stilling.
Was she only fucking around with me because I smelled like my fucking alpha?
“Joon?” she asked, the confusion in her voice obvious. “What’s wrong?”
I dumped Eva off my lap and onto the chaise, or at least I tried to, the omega sliding off and landing on her ass as I stood, scowling at her.
What’s wrong?
What’s wrong is that this little crush of Indi’s wasn’t fucking one-sided, and I was being used as some kind of pathetic proxy.
And no one was going to use me.
“If you think Indi smells so good, maybe you should go fuck him,” I snapped, my words harsh, but I didn’t care.
Suddenly, the air in the club felt oppressively warm. The scents and noises overwhelming. I turned on my heel and walked quickly away from the bathrooms, dodging patrons on my path to the front door.
“Joon, wait!” Eva shouted after me, but there was no way in hell I was stopping.
I was going the fuck home.
Now.
I pulled my phone out, typing in the details to grab a rideshare. Thank fuck a bunch of them were right in the area, so I wouldn’t have to wait long to make my escape.
All I wanted was to wash off her stupid fucking scent and crawl into my nest so that I could pretend she didn’t exist.
Or at the very least, that she didn’t want my alpha.
God, I’m such a fucking idiot.