Chapter 4
I’d changed into my costume before we’d left the pack house, tiny plaid skirt bouncing with each step as I strutted in my heeled Mary Janes along the main drag of the park.
The bright green bracelet around my wrist, matching all but Indi’s in a bright yellow, annoyed me.
I’d expected all of the alphas that were supposed to be courting me tonight, hunting me tonight, to have at least opted for the wrist band that would make another omega ask before touching. And I’d picked the same stupid one out of irritation.
Not that it truly mattered. I had no intention to pack up. And it was clear they didn’t either.
My scent was overly sweet with my irritation, which Indi mistook for nerves as their arm circled around my waist to pull me against their warm side.
“I didn’t know you were into drag,” they teased, in a clear effort to distract me.
The most annoying part? It sort of worked.
Indi’s subtly earthy and sweet scent was comforting to the point of coma-inducing, their body the perfect protection against the chilly October air as we wandered through the crowded aisles of the fair games.
Game runners to my left and right called to us, trying to get us to throw a ball through the glory hole, or knock over the stack of ‘milk bottles,’ that looked a lot like a pyramid of dildos.
“It’s your Kill Floor main, right?” Marcus asked, his smooth, deep voice nearly making me jump in surprise.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, feeling a little heat threaten my face as I met his mossy green eyes. “In the popstar skin. I didn’t think you’d remember that?”
The broad-shouldered alpha shrugged. “It's important to you.”
“And,” Indi hissed in my ear, drawing my attention back to them. “He’s probably jerked off in the shower picturing you in this outfit more times than he could count.”
“Clam it, Indigo,” Marcus barked.
They laughed. “That’s a yes, for the record. You going to try and steal Cam’s prize tonight then?”
I huffed, but the idea that they would both be vying for me sent heat blooming over my chest. “Isn’t the prize meant for whoever wins?”
“Of course, Gattino.” Cameo called from ahead, pausing in swivelling his head back and forth to inspect the prizes available at the game booths, to look at me. “Which is why you’ll be mine tonight. I always win.”
My heart picked up a fraction at the way he purred that name back to me, Gattino. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but the roll of the syllables on Cameo’s tongue?
Heavenly.
It made me wonder what he’d sound like, half breathless from chasing me through the park. If he didn’t find some other omega to catch his interest first.
“Actually,” Marcus said with vicious glee. “Your win percentage is something closer to seventy-five percent, and I intend on lowering that tonight.”
Cameo’s eyes narrowed, lips twisting angrily. “Unlikely, Stronzo.”
I knew that the jeering between them had little to do with me, so much as it was about the general air of competition that seemed to follow this pack wherever it went.
Like if the three of them admitted to each other that they actually wanted to be together, that they would have heart attacks, or… I don’t know, explode?
But that wasn’t my business! They were a pack, not my pack, and I wasn’t getting in the middle of their interpersonal issues…
Even if part of me was beginning to feel at war with the commitment-phobe in me.
Fuck, Joon. Way to throw away your entire personality for a bunch of guys? What happened to being a strong, independent omega that didn’t want to pack up, huh?
Maybe we could see if we can get through one night together before I start daydreaming about what colour to paint the nursery.
The fair games split into two directions as we continued our path along the row, the dings and shouts I’d come to associate with the carnival breaking away in favour of an announcer with a megaphone, an alpha dressed in a velvet suit in deep purple with thick white vertical stripes pacing back and forth over a small raised stage.
“Gather round, gather round! Look how she squirms!” he called, though a small crowd was already circling him, making it difficult to see over heads even with my platform boots on.
Indi let out a low curse at my side, eyes trained on the stage for something I couldn’t see over Cameo’s rigid shoulders and big fat potato head.
A flood of rich, smoky bourbon met my nose at his interest, my knees quivering slightly at the thick cloud of alpha that threatened to pull me to the ground to beg and present for him.
Heat was a ways off still, but with Cameo’s dark intrigue, just out of reach for the last few months, so close to being in my grasp?
An Omega was fit to whine a little.
I huffed, moving out of Indi’s secure embrace to hip-check Cameo out of the way—he wasn’t expecting it, side-stepping in an attempt to hide and stumble with a soft growl that was gone as quickly as it started as his dark eyes found mine.
The first tendril of a moan snaked towards me, followed by a cloying, headache-inducing rush of floral that made me take a step back, covering my nose.
On the stage, a woman was clearly cut in half, her body in two pieces as a man fucked her throat, unconcerned by the state of her frame.
The container she was encased in showed her nude torso before turning into frosted glass in the middle, feet wiggling as she whined around his fat cock, another alpha tickling the bottoms of them with a feather.
The man with a megaphone smirked at the sight appreciatively, eyes raking over the eager onlookers.
“Should I put her back together? I have one more trick tonight that I think you’ll find a real scream.”
The alpha at her feet moved in unison with the announcer, sliding the table’s two pieces back together before removing the saws. The alpha in her mouth continued to thrust throughout, his deep groans and heavy pine scent reaching me in waves.
Indi pressed against my back, their hard cock rubbing against my ass through my skirt and for a moment… I almost wanted to forget the game. Being bent over while I watched the magician’s assistant get fucked and toyed with through whatever they had planned next, too delicious an offer.
The box was lifted from her, revealing her wholly unharmed and naked figure, her hands freed to toy with the alpha’s balls as she slurped at him eagerly.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the alpha pulled from her mouth in surprise, splattering her waiting tongue with cum with a grunted huff.
“Oh, that won’t do,” the announcer called in mock disappointment. “It looks like we’ll need another volunteer….” he hummed in false consideration, eyes scanning the crowd momentarily before he turned to the girl. “But perhaps we give them a taste, first? Show them what they’re in for?”
The male assistant abandoned his feather on the cutting table, rolling a cabinet moulded like the body of a woman to center stage as the announcer took her hand, helping her onto her feet with a bounce of her large tits.
He opened the wooden box, revealing what the black paint had hidden–a cutout for her breasts and ass in the respective panels.
She settled snugly inside the case, her candy apple red painted toes planting firmly as her feet arched onto her heels, pebbled nipples standing stark against creamy pale skin as the wooden box held her breasts up.
“Wow,” Indi murmured, chin dropping to my shoulder. “What I wouldn’t give to have you bound like that,” they purred softly. “Totally helpless for me.”
Marcus’ breaths were shallow beside us, but when I looked over at the alpha, his eyes weren’t on the show. They were on us.
My skin heated with pleasure, a warm pull and tightening in my cock warning that my skirt was about to show off a whole lot more than just my cheeky underwear.
I cleared my throat, forcing my eyes back to the stage to find I’d missed the male assistant affixing a pair of clothespins to the woman’s nipples, flicking them with his fingers as she trembled in place.
The announcer wheeled over a rack of long, silvery objects until the flickering candlelight licked along their hilts—swords.
“Surely those aren’t sharp?” Marcus whispered loud enough that I almost missed the way Cameo’s breathing had gone ragged, his stock still body like a predator prepared to pounce.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with the sword box trick,” the magician said, pulling one of the swords free and smacking the blunt side of the blade against the back of the box with a crack of metal against skin that made the entire woman’s body jump with a moan.
“But you’ve never seen it like this before. ”
“Another, please,” she begged softly.
“What do you think?” the magician asked. “Should we give her more?”
“Yes!” the crowd resounded with whoops and hollers.
Another sharp smack rang out, tits bouncing along with her needy whimper.
The magician brought the sword back around to the front of the box, slicing over the top of her breast in a thin line that immediately welled with blood.
Cameo let out a rumbled groan, scent flooding me so heavy I swayed back into Indi. Sexy for a second… before I realized that the reaction wasn’t for me.
Unacceptable.
This was our night.
The assistant turned the box around as blood dripped down the woman’s breast to splatter onto the wooden floor of the stage, revealing her round, pale ass on the other side of the box, large pink streaks across her flesh where the sword had struck her.
“I need a volunteer from the audience to fuck sweet Angel while I stick her like a pincushion—any takers?”
Hands rose, shouts rang out, the clamouring became so loud that it made my head hurt, only continuing to further sour my mood. “Oh for Pete’s sake—”
“How about you, in the black?” the magician said, pointing to Cameo.
He blinked in surprise, lips parting as his gaze swept over the scarlet-tinged blade.
I let out a growl, stomping on his foot to get his attention. “The game starts now.”
Cameo yelped, hopping away, holding up his foot with a cranky glower. It didn’t matter, though, I’d gotten what I wanted, my alpha’s attention firmly where it belonged—on me.
He gripped my arm, hard enough for the pain to make me hiss. “If you run Gattino, I will chase you.”
I twisted out of Indigo’s hold, their warm laugh following after me as I scrambled away in my platforms.
“You’re in for it now,” they called after me.
“Better hide,” chimed in Marcus, and, if I wasn’t so terrified of the manic gleam in Cameo’s eye when he rounded on me, or slightly concerned about the amount I found myself enjoying this, I might’ve thought it sounded like he was smiling.
For a moment, I turned back, wanting to see if I was right, but all I saw was the three of them pulling on their masks, the empty-looking eyes trained on me as I took off.
The games whipped past me as I ran, the pack calling a loud count after me, starting from one hundred and descending. As I got further, I tried to keep their counting rhythm in my head, tracking how much time I had.
Even in these ridiculous shoes, it didn’t take long for me to get far enough that their voices didn’t carry in the crowd, my heart going a mile a minute as I took corners at random, dashing around the carousel and towards the beer tents.
They were even busier than the games, the pheromones coming off of the area so strong that it made my head spin with clawing, needy wanting.
The mass of bodies, unchecked sexual gratification and desire would be the perfect cover, masking my scent and making me effectively invisible as I crossed over the threshold, immediately colliding with someone.
“Hey!” the girl complained from her new place on the rug-covered ground. “Watch where you’re going!”
I stopped long enough to offer my hand to her, my grin going too big for my face as I took in her outfit—a plaid mini skirt and artfully tied button-up top with knee-high socks with Mary Janes and pink pigtails. A perfect match for mine.
“Oh my god, I’m sooo sorry!” I said quickly, watching the recognition bloom over her face.
“It’s all good–Kill floor?” she asked of my outfit as she accepted my help up, turning me for inspection the second she was on her feet. “You look so fucking good!”
“Me?” I said with a laugh, pulling her in for an overly excited hug. “Look at you! Your wig looks so real!”
“It’s my real hair!” she laughed, giving the cutest little wriggle I’d ever seen as she hugged me back. “I’m Eva, it’s crazy to meet another Brit fan. No one ever plays her!”
“Joon. They just don’t get the genius behind her perk. Think she’s a feeder.”
“Yeah, totally don’t get her genius, it’s fucked,” Eva said with a shake of her head, her thin body pressed flush against mine.
She was… stunning. Big blue eyes to get lost in, framed by thick lashes, a round face that played on the cute side more than sexy, but was totally contrasted by her sinfully hot outfit.
A pink blush dusted her cheeks, a sweet strawberry scent meeting my nose with something smoother, earthier. “Um, Joon?” she said, and the way her lips shyly wrapped around my name made me wonder how they’d look circled around my cock.
Ah, fuck, my cock.
I realised the reason for her blush a little too late, the hard line of my length jabbing into her aggressively. Between the thrill of being chased, the sexy magic show, and the sinfully sweet woman in front of me, how else was I supposed to act?
That’d sure serve those stupid alphas right… Have them think they were going to spend the night fucking my brains out, only to find me balls deep in an unsuspecting woman omega.
“Sorry–I, uh—honestly, you’re stunning,” I said, trying to be respectful even as my inner thoughts raged with the idea of tossing her into the pile of cushions just off to the side for a hard fuck that left her trembling.
She took my hand, lifting our twined fingers to show off her green bracelet beside mine. “I’m not bothered… Are you here alone?”
“No, I’m with… a guy I’m seeing and his pack.”
“Ah… where’d they go?”
“We’re playing a game; they’re hunting for me. You?”
“My friends ditched me to go fuck,” but she didn’t seem sad about it, since I wasn’t either, still half considering whether it was worth the punishment from Cameo and Marcus for spoiling the game to take a pit stop for a quickie.
Her eyes gleamed. “I love games… I think I saw a mirror maze on the way here. I was going to go check it out, might be a good place to hide?”
I turned my head, just barely catching a glimpse of Marcus’ hair where he towered above the crowd, and excitement made my heart race.
The chase was on.
I squeezed Eva’s fingers with a smirk. “Lead the way.”