Chapter Six
NIGHT
The trailer door clicked open and closed. I’d finished sewing and was reading. Still lounging on the couch.
Looking up, I watched Daze kick off my sandals.
“You’re never gonna believe this,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. There was a smile on his face, as was the norm, but there was something different about this one. He was downright giddy.
I cocked an eyebrow at him in response.
“Revel picked up some woman on the side of the road,” he explained, his excitement visibly growing. I wondered what that was about but didn’t dwell on it. “He gave her a ride. When was the last time he did something nice for someone?”
I lifted a single shoulder.
It was out of character for Revel, but maybe he thought he’d get some pussy out of it?—
“And he didn’t even fuck her!” Daze went on.
Well, there went that theory.
I didn’t pretend to know how Revel’s brain worked, nor did I care. I went back to reading my book—the memoir of Magyk Shade, this century's most renowned magician. I’d read it twice, but that didn’t make it any less appealing.
“I thought he might have brought us back a new troupe member,” Daze said as he paced the length of the trailer.
It didn’t matter if I was watching him or not, I was hyper-sensitive to his presence.
I always knew when he was there. He filled the room, the sweet and salty smell of his skin drifting around me.
His scent didn’t call to my alpha senses the way an omega’s would, but it was branded in my brain all the same.
He calmed me, centered me.
“...her name is Arina …”
I rolled my eyes as he kept talking, barely listening to him as I tried to focus on the paragraph I was reading.
“The only magician to ever successfully perform the Caged Inferno, Magyk Shade nearly drowned during his first three attempts. After he succeeded the fourth time, he retired the trick and never performed it again.”
“It’s like she was meant to join the circus,” Daze’s voice pierced through the words on the page. “Can you believe that?”
My jaw hardened. I was used to him talking to himself around me, asking me questions I didn’t acknowledge. He always wanted me to feel included, even though I didn’t care one way or another. But I didn’t want to hear him yap about some strange woman he just met.
He’d never been so interested in anyone outside the troupe, and the more he went on, the more it grated on my nerves.
I was trying to read, and he was interrupting.
Jaw clenched, I tried to tune him out. It worked for a bit. He rambled, pacing the length of the trailer, but then his words started to work their way through my concentration again.
“I asked her if she’d ever considered it, but she said no…”
I froze. He'd talked to her?
It didn’t matter.
He wasn’t a pet that I kept tethered on a leash. He wasn’t mine to control, though, he would obey if I asked.
I wouldn't.
I couldn’t.
My walls flew up as I considered what existed between him and me; it was far from a relationship. After my last mate tried to kill me, I swore off all romantic involvement. I never wanted that kind of connection with anyone again.
Daze was just… Daze. The Knotty Sideshow’s most talented aerialist and my roommate—for lack of a better word. Sure, we fucked. Or rather, I fucked him, taking off the edge of sexual frustration that hit from time to time. But that was it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“How long has it been since Bobbitt joined the sideshow?” he thought aloud, running a hand through his rainbow hair as he paced the length of the trailer again. “It wasn’t long after I did. A few years at least. We could use a new face around here…”
A new face. I scoffed. As if Hallow would allow that.
Zero would probably scare her off.
Besides, our performance was flawless; there was no reason to bring on any new troupe members.
If it’s not broken, don’t add fuckable women to the mix.
Or however the saying went…
“What do you think?” He paused by the window again.
I slammed the book shut and set it aside.
What did I think? I thought I was tired of listening to him ramble on about this woman.
Arina.
A flicker of jealousy sparked in my chest, and I ran my tongue over my teeth.
I’d never been jealous before. Never had a reason to.
But now…
The foreign feeling tingled in my chest as I watched him, despite my attempts to swallow it down. I hated it. I hated her , and I’d never even laid eyes on her.
I wanted him to shut the fuck up, but I couldn’t say that. I could show him though.
The easiest way to fix his persistent commentary was to put something in his mouth. That would at least solve it for a little while.
With a huff, I shoved to my feet, and Daze froze.
I made my way over to him with slow strides, sensing the acceleration of his heartbeat as I towered over him.
Daze wasn’t small for a beta, but I was still a head taller than him.
Broader, stronger. I loved that despite the strength of his muscular frame, he was still delicate beneath me.
His breath stuttered as I reached for his jaw, dragging my knuckle along it and lifting his chin. His dark brown eyes met mine, and my gaze burned into his until he let out a shallow breath.
I trailed my hand lower, my fingers teasing over his shoulder and across his chest. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, stirring heat low in my stomach.
He always responded so beautifully, perfectly.
“N-night,” he murmured, swallowing hard.
The corner of my mouth lifted in a smirk. He knew all too well where this was going, and the air thickened between us with anticipation.
On your knees, I thought, wishing he could read my mind. Not that he needed to. Daze always seemed to know what I was thinking, better than anyone else.
I glanced down, gesturing to the floor, and he slowly dropped to his knees without a word.
Good boy.
I’d make him forget his hopeless desire to bring someone else into the circus. I’d make him forget about her , whoever she was.
His lips parted as he stared up at me, waiting for instruction. He looked so fucking good on his knees, and my cock strained against the material restricting it.
I drummed my fingers against the waistband of my pants, and Daze finally moved at the invitation.
He fumbled with the button, frantically tugging at the zipper.
His breaths grew louder as his own arousal soared.
Within seconds, he had my cock out and bobbing at full mast in front of him, but he waited.
No matter how badly he wanted me, he would never do anything without my explicit instruction. It was one of the things I enjoyed most about him. He was completely submissive, eager to bend to my whims.
Not to mention, he sucked dick like a god.
A bead of pearlescent precum dripped from the head of my cock, landing on the floor between his knees, and a whisper of a whine clawed up his throat. He licked his lips, and my eyes trailed the movement. At the thought of him running it along my shaft, my cock twitched.
I dipped my chin in a nod, giving him the permission he so eagerly awaited, and sucked in a sharp breath when his slender fingers wrapped around my girth. He squeezed gently, just enough to draw a moan from me, and stroked up toward the head, rolling his thumb over the slit.
My eyes fluttered when he ran his tongue along the ridge of the head, taking his time to tease me, before taking me into his mouth. He moaned around me, his tongue dancing eagerly against my shaft as he sucked, and my head spun.
Fuck. That perfect mouth.
His brown eyes flicked up to mine as he swallowed more of my cock, moving his hand at the same excruciating pace. Slow, calculated. Determined to drive me wild.
When he pulled back, I fisted his vibrant hair and dragged him closer. I wanted to feel more of him. I wanted to fuck his throat. I wanted to feel the muscles tightening around me as he gagged.
I thrust forward, fucking his mouth while he made obscene slurping noises. My balls tightened, and I braced my free hand against the wall.
Despite how badly I wanted to close my eyes and throw my head back, I kept my gaze trained on the beta, watching as my cock disappeared inside him with every punch of my hips. The closer I got to release, the more the knot at the base of my dick began to swell, and it bumped against his mouth.
Goddamn , what I wouldn't give to knot him, to bury my cock in his throat until the knot locked into place with his jaw stretched wide.
I'd never do it though; I didn't want to hurt him.
He wasn’t any good to the circus injured.
I imagined bending him over and knotting his ass, filling him to the brim with cum, and my balls tightened at the thought. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I picked up my pace, tugging unforgivably on his hair as I slammed his face down on my cock. A groan tore from my lips, and my breaths became erratic.
When he wrapped his fingers around my knot and squeezed, I came, my hips jerking as I spilled my load down his throat. He swallowed every drop, licking the head clean and making me shiver, before sitting back on his heels and waiting for instructions.
I gently patted his cheek, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth.
He could continue to wait.
That’s what he gets for annoying me.
I tucked my cock back into my pants, fastened them, and turned to grab my book off the couch. Then, I marched to the back of the trailer and crashed onto the bottom bunk to finish reading in peace.