“Us?” Tristan asked, a brittle edge to his voice.
“Us,” he confirmed. “Give us four, Athena.”
“Four?” Jackson said, then snorted. “Damn, brother, you’re cramping my style. Cute little omegas or big burly alphas wanting to mess with me? I wanna know.”
“Four if you’re with us tonight.”
Len just stared down at him, holding his gaze, and I wondered how he didn’t see it. Jackson relented, that was likely how he perceived it, but it wasn’t really. I was an omega, so I knew surrender when I saw it. Not in the way we did, but when his eyes dropped, when his body stilled and softened, when he nodded, I knew what was happening. My chest ached somewhat at the sight of it, my fingers stroking over my sternum.
“Sign me up,” Jackson said, holding his hand out, then shoving the combined leather thongs covered with dark beads and small carvings around his wrist up to make room for the white bracelet. He probably thought Athena was going to put it on, but she held it out to the big alpha, her eyes finding mine as she smirked. So we were treated to the sight of Len pushing the band over Jackson’s wrist quickly and efficiently, but I couldn’t help but see the parallels here. An alpha before his mate, giving him his ring, making the commitment before the world and—
“Hand out, omega,” Len said, appearing in front of us, Jackson left wide-eyed behind him. We both obeyed, the drug obviously kicking in. I felt looser, more compliant, transfixed by the many different shades of rich brown and auburn in the man’s hair, the texture of his shirt seeming so soft as to be almost strokable.
“Bon chance, my pretties,” Athena said, unhooking the velvet rope and ushering us in. “I look forward to watching your exploits. Abaddon is a fever dream and a nightmare, all rolled into one. Only you can determine which.”
“A dream,” I whispered to myself, wrapping my arm in Tristan’s, then taking Jackson’s. He started at that, but as I pressed myself into his side, he smiled down at me.
“Let’s make it so, princess,” he said as we walked through.
Chapter 15
“How the fuck have we missed this place?”
Tristan said the words as he tugged me after him, plunging into the masses, following them as they swept past the different platforms. The crowds in and of themselves were enough to pull your eyes and hold them, beautiful people of every size, colour, shape, and designation dressed in everything and nothing. But the platforms? Tris dragged me closer to one, and I could see why. I looked over my shoulder, saw Jackson and Len walking up, eyeing the performers, but their focus quickly shifted to us. They watched us watch them.
He was freaking massive, somehow that usual overdone alpha muscularity multiplying exponentially until he was more mountain than man. We saw every naked inch of him as he was led through the crowd on the end of a chain held by a young man with harshly bleached hair and a full face of makeup. He smirked at the onlookers, his ruby red lips glistening as he passed by. Then the alpha was led up to some very stout-looking stocks and locked into place, a beautiful girl, with a look similar enough to make them look like siblings or lovers, helping the blond boy lock the alpha in place.
And he let them, that was what had us shocked. There was something so quiet, so subdued about the alpha, that had my shoulders starting to tighten, my eyes darting.
“Don’t worry,” Len said, moving closer and then placing a careful hand on my spine, rubbing a small circle on it. “He could tear himself down from there in about ten seconds. Nothing happening here is against his will.”
“But he—”
The words froze in my mouth. What would Len know of the other forms of coercion? The sneaky, dirty ones that had you turning against your own nature with no physical threats at all. The ones where they turned your own mind against you.
He shifted me over slightly, my focus moving from the tied down alpha’s impressive back muscles to his front.
“Ohh, you are being such a good boy!”
The bleach twins said this, pressing their bodies into his sides, then their hands met around the guy’s massive dick. He was hard, so fucking hard, I could see every vein picked out plainly as they stroked him, his whole body beginning to quiver. They leaned across him, kissing deeply as they jacked his cock, getting him ever harder until a low whine escaped his lips.
“I think someone’s ready,” she said, their hands yanking away just in time. The alpha’s cock dry fired in the air, but apart from a small drop of pre-cum that balanced precariously on the crown, nothing came out.
“You first, baby,” he said, pulling down a bright purple dildo of sorts, but its design was strange. He covered her back with his front, kissing her neck while his hand and the toy dropped lower. His fingers teased her nipples, making her moan in response, and the alpha made an inarticulate sound of pain as she did so. They paid him no mind as her thighs spread, as she smiled wide, bleach boy’s fingers sliding through her folds and coming away saturated. “So wet. You need this. You need to fuck that big alpha?”
“Yes…” she hissed, and he hissed, the trussed up alpha, which earned him a stinging slap across his arse.
“No talking. You’re not in control here,” bleach boy all but growled, the two of them then spanking him until the skin was bright red and throbbing, no doubt. “Now, sweetness, time to give him what he needs. What you need.”
She leant back into his shoulder as the short bulbous end of the toy was worked in, her moans muffled now by their kisses. He prolonged the process, working it in and out of her slowly, as it seemed to pop in, then out, then in again, the shape designed to lock inside her. Then finally, he pushed it deep and left it there, only to stroke his wet fingers up and down her shaft.
“Baby, your cock’s so hard,” he said as he got to his knees before her, looking up like it was a lollipop or something, then he did something that confused me entirely.
“You gonna suck it?” she asked. “You gonna suck my cock?”
It was just plastic or silicone or whatever, with no nerve endings, so their mutual delight when he did just that made no fucking sense to me whatsoever, but when I looked across at Tris, he was transfixed. He jumped when I touched him, then pulled me closer into the safe harbour of his arms, but when his teeth found my neck, his hips pushing into me, I got how much he was into this.
“Is this what you want?” I asked him, turning around, his eyes instantly on me. “Is that what you want me to be?”