Page 78 of Toy No More

“Shouldn’t you go be useful to Jasper instead of fucking around? I don’t think he’d appreciate it,” I say sharply, nearly barking it at him. He can try to hide it as much as he wants, but I see in his eyes that he, too, is terrified of Jasper’s unpredictability right now, and of his potential wrath. Anyone with half a brain cell is already whispering about him staging his father’s murder, anyway.

The alpha clicks his tongue with an annoyed grimace. He flashes Kobe a glare, but he looks back at him with defiance. He understands he’s not getting what he wants.

Stomping like a child, he aims for the door I came from. “You’re lucky you are his favorite toy,” he pushes the words through his teeth as he passes me.

I flare my nostrils, but that’s the entirety of a reaction I give him. I don’t have time to ponder about his gibe, even if it stung. Not with Kobe letting out a prolonged sigh and leaning over his knees, head hung between his shoulders.

I make a few more steps toward him quickly. The scent becomes much more clear, and so does this…sweetness to it. A slight tweak to the way it’s perceived that makes it significantly more alluring. A consequence of what Jasper did.Dammit.

“Kobe,” I whisper, carefully touching his shoulder.

He shakes his head and looks up at me, narrowing his brows with a grateful smile. “Fuck, I nearly… I almost let him do it,” he mutters, eyes darting to the side. His voice is hushed and small. “I imagined letting him fuck me against a wall like a— I never felt like this in heat before. I took my pills, but my hormones are all out of whack.” Rubbing his face, Kobe leans back and lets out a trembling exhale.

My stomach threatens to upturn as I watch him, his words echoing in my head and tugging at my heart. I can’t help but think about those times when I was drugged out of my mind and how horrible it was being out of control of my body. He shouldn’t have to experience this. And it’s all my fault.

“Come with me,” I say, grabbing his hand. He jerks up, all wide-eyed, but hesitates only for a moment before letting me lead him wherever I want to.

I need to make him feel better. Get the worst of these raging hormones out of his system so that no one else threads on him like this. I know what all these good-for-nothing alphas think of him. They saw what Jasper did.

The furious urge to rip his goddamn head off washes over me again.

I quickly escort Kobe into the smallest of the themed rooms. They’re all empty now, so we can be safe and alone. I lock the door behind us, and can’t not smile at the flustered expression on his face. It’s obvious Kobe’s suffering—his cheeks look all dewy and flush, and his breaths are quick—but he looks downright adorable thinking about what’s to come.

And his pheromones… I’ve never thought of another omega’s scent as arousing. Not really. Not besides Kobe.

“I’m gonna help you feel better,” I say softly. This is still a little new to him. And it might be even more overwhelming at the moment. “The vibrator will take the edge off, so that you can focus on work and hopefully not get harassed anymore,” I add with a bitter smile.

Kobe watches me cautiously as I inch toward the set of drawers, but nods in agreement.

This room is The Purple Dream. I like it the most because of the dreamy vibe and the smaller size. In the right lighting, it feels magical. As magical as buying a room for fucking a prostitute can be. So I put the dim, violet lights on and turn off the abrasive, white one on the ceiling. The dark walls almost make it look like there are no borders at all. The bed is my favorite part, with the lovely, sheer fabric draping from above it. Kobe looks intrigued, too. He slowly walks to it and glances around.

I leave the music off. The idea of it feels performative, and I want this moment to be anything but that. It’s for Kobe and no one else. To soothe and relieve him.

With the vibrator in my hand, I walk up to the bed next to him. He sits at the edge, spreading his legs and revealing his erection aching to be released.

I brush against it, drawing a strained grunt out of him. “Come on… Get your clothes off. Unless you want cum all over them,” I say teasingly and slowly work my fingers against the front of his shirt, tugging at the top button. Heat radiates out of Kobe’s skin. His pheromones pretty much seep out of his pores.

I want to make this only about him and focus on nothing else, but I can’t ignore the way my own cock already grows uncomfortably rigid. Swallowing hardly, I lick my lips. Kobe’s eyes catch the movement and fixate on it, pure lust dancing inside them.

He undoes his belt, zipper, then his shirt, until he stands at the foot of the bed naked. I don’t move, just sit there watching him with all of my willpower and patience. I wanted to get started with the vibrator, because I know how well the high setting of it helps with that maddening sense of emptiness and need an omega can feel down there when in heat but…Kobe’s so close to my face, his cock standing as hard as a mast, so I can’t resist doing a little more.

I pull him closer, his crotch perfectly in line with my mouth.

With the lovely surprised gasp he makes, I shut my eyes and start working the entire length of him. He cries out and tenses like a bowstring. Within moments, his hands grab me and dig into my hair with desperation. The urge to rub my thighs together grows stronger inside of me as I bob my head in and out. I divert my attention away by sliding my hands around the lower curve of his ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” he blurts out in response to my fingers basically slipping into his hole with how wet it is.

‘Nothing is as delicious and juicy as an omega in heat,’I’ve heard over and over again throughout the years in this filthy business. I always thought it was just one of those sleazy, horny phrases alphas would moan in my ear to get themselves riled up, but as I work my two fingers from each side into Kobe’s ass, I see what they meant.

I understand what they might have found so damn arousing about it.

Kobe makes the most sinful sounds above me. He already twitches against the inside of my throat when I thrust my fingers into him a few times. I hate it when people tug at my hair in bed, but when Kobe tightens his grasp at it while he shoots his load into my mouth, I let out a quiet moan and roll my eyes into the back of my head.

I pull away and carefully help him kneel on the bed. He’s all shaky, his eyes glassy and breath hitching from the orgasm. I consider giving him a break when he surprises me by seizing my lips. He’s messy, lunging toward me as if he’s trying to devour me. I kiss him back, wrestling with his tongue that laps against mine.

“Still hard,” I note as we part to let out a few pants of air. Making out feels fucking hot, but it won’t alleviate his desperation. “On your knees or on your back? How do you want it?” I ask as my finger, still glistening with his wetness, gently stretches out the loose curl falling down his face.

His cheeks look so beautiful when they’re flushed with blood.

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