Page 6 of Game On

At least, you know, in the common areas. Crazy to be out and about with your balls just swinging.

Cameo didn’t share my demure attitude, ass naked as he tossed his towel into the hamper and made for the door.

“Dude, really?”

He shrugged. “I’m just going in to fuck anyway, why bother?”

Sometimes, it was like I was talking to a totally different species.

Cameo paused in front of a mirror, checking his teeth and adjusting his hair like the ludicrous peacock he was, his tattoo-covered skin giving the illusion of… some… coverage at least.

I gave him a little show, antsy to get out onto the floor. Ever since smelling that omega, something inside of me yearned to go to her, to find out more. It wasn’t like I could smell her from this distance, or if I even knew if her heat had started yet, but either way… I just wanted to be close to her.

In her bubble.

“This is going to be fun,” Cameo commented as I watched him comb his fingers through his hair for a millionth time. “Love a tight little omega who just needs to be pounded into.”

“You’re taking a lot of time for someone who can’t wait,” I said impatiently, with another nudge.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s about the anticipation.”

I lifted a dark brow. “What?”

Cameo sighed. “You know, the drumroll? Listen, I know you’re…” his eyes flicked to mine in the mirror for a moment, looking me over before returning to the mirror dismissively. “You. But omega’s like it when an alpha takes charge.”

“Okay…” That seemed to be true in theory. Every time I’d been here, whoever I was with begged me to fuck them harder, and I usually guided them even if they were on top.

But taking control? That didn’t come naturally to me. I didn’t think I’d ever even barked at someone before.

“Part of this whole deal is giving them an experience,” Cameo went on, at least partially oblivious to my apprehension. Or, maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, he didn’t bother to mince his words. “And you do not deliver.”

“I’m pretty sure I do, isn’t the experience just getting fucked?” I asked, giving up on trying to nudge him out the door in favor of leaning against the wall.

If I was lucky, maybe I’d still be in my twenties by the time he was done looking at himself.

Or lecturing me.

“No, andthisis what I mean,” he gestures to me with a sigh. “Omegas want to let go of control fully. No decisions, no thoughts, only pleasure. And to do that, you need to give them things they might not ask for, but they want. For example, edging them. They’re starting to feel their heat now for sure, probably fucking themselves with their fingers or the largest toy they can find, just trying to relieve some of the tension, but they can’t. They need an alpha, so by the time you get in there they’re a begging, needy mess for you. Then, you give them what they need.”

I blinked at him.

Not that I’d debase myself by inflating his already categorically shocking ego any further—he had a point. I’d never really filled the role of dominant alpha, at least not in that way. Choosing to come from a place of care… But maybe, I needed to change it up. Make sure I was giving my partner what she needed from me.

I just… didn’t know if I could. Dominance didn’t come naturally to me.

“And you do that every time?” I asked nervously.

“Yup,” he said breezily. “At least when they’re in heat. The last guy I was with...” He whistled at the memory. “He all but crawled up me, shoving my cock in him before I was fully on the bed. What a ride…” he reminisced happily. “It’s just biology man, they need a firm hand.”

I chewed my lip.

Fuck. Stupid Cameo and his dipshit ideas… Maybe Ihadbeen going about this all wrong. Before the Heat Hotel, my experience with omegas were few and far between. I’d never been one for commitment or relationships, and going through all the boundaries of anything more than a quick fuck required a lot more time than I had while I built our product.

Here, everything was so easy. Clear. The social minefield of a perfunctory pre-fuck meal that we both pretended absolutely wasn’t for the purpose of trying to have a couple of cocktails so we had something to blame a one night stand on was freeing.

All of the discussions about preferences and boundaries and consent pre-prepared, removing the guesswork and awkward conversations.

Obviously, we still communicated in the moment—but it was nice to know that there was a real baseline to work with. Concrete rules to return back to.

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