Chapter 6 Marcus
“Hurry up, slowpoke!” Indigo called over his shoulder as I fought to keep up, finding it more difficult to find breaks in the crowd with my broader shoulders than his more compact frame.
“I don’t know why you’re so eager in the first place,” I called.
He didn’t stop, but slowed just a touch. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged, able to catch up to him more easily now. “It just seems obvious he isn’t interested.”
He laughed low, but the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes like it normally did. “I would say he’s really interested based on my night last night.”
I licked my lips, trying to choose my words carefully. “I mean, on packing up, with us.”
“He’s just not ready,” Indi said irritably.
“It seems like he might never be ready.”
Indigo stopped completely, turning towards me. “Where’s all this coming from?”
I sighed, stopping with him. We’d always been able to be honest with each other.
They certainly didn’t hold back about telling me how much they hated Mindy for me.
And it wasn’t that I hated Joon; it was actually quite the opposite.
But it was clear he didn’t have any interest. And more than once, I’d watched him wiggle away when someone mentioned packing up, even in passing.
“I’m just trying to consider the future.
Why waste time on some omega that doesn’t want to pack up when this is a prime opportunity to find someone who does? ”
It wasn’t often it happened, but I could see irritation set into Indi’s features. “We’re not here looking for someone else. We’re here to make a good impression on Joon. I thought this would be a good time for you to get to know each other.”
“Seems to me like he just wanted a fun night with some alphas, nothing more. And you and Cameo have been talking about commitment for a long time. I just don’t want you to get hurt by some player omega.” Couldn’t he see I was trying to be reasonable? Look out for him?
“Don’t talk about him like that. Just because he isn’t interested in you and your lack of effort doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to bond with me. Or damn, probably even Cameo, who’s at least making a bit of effort. You’re the one who can’t open up enough to give him a chance.”
His words hit me like blows to the chest. “I see.” I started walking for real, letting my large strides carry me towards the maze where I was sure I’d seen Joon run off towards.
If he wanted me to open up and get more involved, I would.
I cut around the side of the building, catching up to Cameo easily.
He could talk about beating me all he wanted, but the fucker could never run away from me for long with those legs.
Though now I ignored his arguing with the attendant—his problems with authority and failure to comply with basic signage were his problem, not mine.
I barely managed to finish signing my paperwork and the safety spiel before Indigo arrived.
“Marcus, come on! Can’t we talk about this?”
“No,” I snapped gruffly, heading inside.
“Excuse me, you need to fill out your forms before you go in, please,” the attendant called to Indigo. I practically could hear the alpha gnashing their teeth as the door swung shut behind me.
Served them right, I thought as I broke into a jog, taking corners at random as I tried to make my way through the maze, as much as in an effort to put as much distance between me and the entrance as possible.
Let’s see how positive Indigo was that their precious little omega cocksleeve was anything more than the typical needy cumrag ready to jump at any alpha that was offered.
I caught a whiff of caramelized sugar and apple, letting it propel me through the next couple turns, passing by a pair of alphas lying in wait with a bark to get out of my way as long candyfloss pigtails disappeared down the hall.
It didn’t take me long to spot him, standing stock still with his eyes locked on a pair of men in the corner as they played.
Is that what Joon wanted? For me to sweep them into some just out of the way alcove to take my prize? To steal away what I deserve?
Take him out from Indi’s nose, show my packmate that they were the same as any omega they’d tried with before? Temporary.
And that I was here forever.
Always.
I didn’t care about fucking him first, not really. Just about beating Indigo to the punch.
I slid my arms around his slender frame, drawing his warm body against mine with a smirk, my lips nearly pressed against his ear as I spoke.
“There you are, I’ve come to claim my prize, fuckdoll.”
The feminine whimper that met my words, paired with a flood of earthy strawberry perfume, made me freeze. The girl in my arms, clothed in a match for Joon’s outfit, was very clearly not the omega I was looking for.
I hadn’t noticed with the other scents in the room and the dim lights, but as she turned her pale, heart-shaped face to me, I was struck by how beautiful she was.
“And what, exactly, have you won, alpha?”
The light strobed above us, every pulse revealing flushed cheeks. A sheen of sweat glistened along her skin, lips puffy from anxious nibbling as her long lashes fluttered with her long, deep inhale.
The needy, nearly hollow expression was something I’d become exceptionally familiar with in my scheduled trips to Omega’s Lust—the beginning stages of heat.
My cock stiffened as a louder moan drew her eyes back to the couple in the corner.
I didn’t bother to consider if it was her interest or her scent that did it, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t here for her. I was going to have to behave.
“Hot, isn’t it?” I asked, liking it a little too much when she jumped, those big, oceanic eyes finding my masked face against as she turned, bashful expression something like a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar.
“I wasn’t looking!” she rushed out.
“That would probably disappoint them,” I said slowly, taking another step closer.
She didn’t back away, didn’t move at all. A deer in headlights while a predator stalked her through the night.
Her eyes closed and opened a few times in several slow blinks, nostrils flaring slightly with her deep inhale as she swayed in place.
Was it my scent that she was hunting for like that? I’d already taken to shallow, half breaths in an effort not to totally lose myself in hers, the delicate balance of matcha and strawberry with a sweetness I didn’t expect.
Like a gourmet dessert just waiting for me to stick a fork into before devouring.
“What?” she asked vaguely, pink tongue darting to wet her lips. “Why?”
“They love an audience. Why do you think they chose right there? They want you to watch.”
Hesitantly, like she was trying to resist, the omega turned to look back at the couple.
They’d changed positions, the smaller man’s leg was being held aloft by the other’s hand, his other hand made a thrusting motion I was sure was him fingering him, his partner's head threw back on a heavy moan as he trembled.
Temporarily, it was like there was no one else in the room as the omega in front of me stood stock still, eyes wide and full of desire as her scent flooded around us.
She liked the idea of watching; that much was easy to tell.
The question was, did she enjoy the idea of being watched?
“Your scent is very nice,” I murmured, catching the crook of her elbow and nearly recoiling at the burn of her skin against mine.
“Thank you,” she whispered, so quiet that I almost didn’t catch it over the music. “Do you want to taste?”
A low growl escaped me, my traitorous cock jumping at the idea like I’d committed to it already.
But I had plans tonight, and Indigo’s toy was still somewhere in the maze.
She turned back to me, small body pressing into my chest.
“I’ve never fucked a guy in a mask before… But you’re… I mean, you smell so good…”
I cleared my throat, hunting around for a change of topic even as the omega’s clothed body brushed against my clothed cock, every fibre of my being demanding satisfaction.
“Do you like the haunted house then? Is the maze fun for you?” I asked lamely, my hands finding her hips, fingers curling around her sweltering skin as she continued to grind softly against me.
“Yeah, I love horror,” she purred, hands moving up my chest. “Feels like being dropped into a movie.”
“Really?" I asked, voice getting louder as she tugged my t-shirt free of my belt, revealing a snatch of my abs to the cooler air of the room before replacing it with her hands.
Over her shoulder, the man in the corner dropped to his knees in front of the other. They were partially shrouded by their loose costumes and the constant passing of other patrons in front of us, but it was obvious he was thrusting in his mouth.
I caught the omega’s shoulder, turning her away from me to look. Partially because I knew she’d enjoy it and partially because I hoped that a distraction might peel her away.
Her small gasp went straight to my cock, hips swaying as she rubbed her thighs together with need.
God, that was hot. I wondered how wet she was. If I slipped my fingers up her skirt, would I find her panties ruined as she watched?
"Would you like to do something like that?" I asked, unable to help myself.
We’d negotiated with Joon before we came; he’d watched us all collect green bracelets… There wasn’t a single reason I couldn’t play with this girl, just a little…
"I don’t know, I've never considered it,” she said, leaning back against me with her hands bunched along the hem of her skirt.
"Never considered what you're into?"
She shook her head. “I’ve only really dated vanilla guys, so… it’s been pretty typical.”
I hummed, daring to take another slow inhale through my nose. “Yeah… Makes sense… would you like to?”
"Isn't that what tonight is about? Exploring?”
"I guess it is,” I conceded. “So… What do you want?”
“I want…” she turned to look up at me, hand cupping the mask over my face as our gazes locked through the holes. “You to chase me.”
I swallowed hard. “And when I catch you?”