Page 28 of Breakneck
“I might. At first. But then…you’re strong. Even if I defended myself, you could easily overpower me.”
Oh, so that’s what it would be like? He was indeed a lot of work. I was about to reply when I glanced over his shoulder and noticed that Terrance was now surrounded by people. Two omegas sat on his left, leaning over to talk to him. On his other side sat a young alpha, a gorgeousspecimen whom I vaguely recognized from a fantasy series people were streaming these days. He put his hand on Terrance’s shoulder and said something in his ear. Terrance laughed and turned to reply to the alpha, who blatantly stared at his lips.
My nostrils flared.
“I prefer enthusiastic consent,” I told the omega. “Excuse me.”
I strode directly to Terrance. The alpha was now whispering to him, lips almost brushing his earlobe, while the two omegas kissed, tongues and all, right next to him.
He stiffened when he noticed me.
“I’m here for the report,” I said loudly. “Drinks?”
“I’ll have a Negroni, thanks,” said the alpha before looking at me. Then he recognized me, and his eyes went wide. He jerked back from Terrance and muttered an apology. I didn’t spare him a second glance.
Instead, I glared at Terrance. “Shall we?”
Eyebrows almost touching his hairline, Terrance stood up slowly. “Sure.”
“Everything okay, Lothair?” he asked as we made our way to the bar.
“Of course. Did you manage to have fun?”
“I was just getting into it when you interrupted.”
“I want to have a drink and go look at the exhibit again. Someone said the couple might breed during the next heat wave. I want to see that.”
Terrance shrugged, his face impassive, but his ears went dark pink.
TERRANCE
The omega on the stage lay passed out and knotted in the alpha’s lap, his belly protruding from how full he was of cock and cum. How many times had they fucked? If the alpha had indeed bred him, we must have missed it. The boy looked finished for the night. It seemed that this part of the entertainment was over, but the scent lingered.
The pungent perfume of heat and bodily fluids permeated the crowd. People were starting to lose their minds. I tried not to look too closely, not to focus on details, but good God, my grip on reality was getting weaker by the minute.
Hands wandered, bodies writhed in dark corners, moans and cries echoed, piercing enough to be heard over the loud, sultry music. A young omega knelt on a bar counter, his ass spread, while people took turns kissing his pucker. One man lingered, licking deep, and the crowd erupted in cheers and catcalls. The omega with the chain on his collar was now sucking his master off while the alpha sipped champagne, talking casually to another couple who had their hands in each other’s pants.
Lothair leaned with his back against the wall. The gold of his underwear flashed in a passing strobe light. Like me, he was hard. We’d run out of conversation topics and now just stood here. I had no idea what was going on in his head.
The music quieted, the lights dimmed, and the sound of a bell resonated through the room.
Twelve beats. Midnight.
The light changed, flaring yellow, and billows of golden glitter swirled in the air, blasting from invisible canons. The crowd grew eerily still.
Soft sounds rose from somewhere—strings of a guitar, a violin, a flute. The music bubbled up, gentle and fairylike.
“They might run,” a deep voice drawled through hidden speakers, “but they want to be caught.”
Even Lothair gasped at the sight.
From the balconies high above, ropes unfurled, and bodies began descending in spirals.
Naked bodies.
Young omegas swooped through the air, landing among the crowd. How many were there? Twenty? Thirty? They had flowers in their hair, and golden paint shimmered on their skin. And they were completely naked.
The tapping of bare feet and soft giggles filled the air.
