Page 31 of Breakneck
“Oh?” How could I have missed that?
“Yep. Caspian wouldn’t leave his important omega guests hanging. I noticed an Oscar-winning actor getting the pounding of his life under the stage when we were leaving. The alpha was hung like a bull and wore a minotaur mask on his head. Nice touch.”
“Who was the actor?”
“What happens at Caspian’s stays at Caspian’s, Terrance.”
I didn’t protestwhen Lothair said he wanted to drive.
After I’d picked up my gun, the security opened the gate for us, and we took off through the empty night streets.
“Thanks for dragging me out of there,” I said as Lothair sped away.
“It was getting out of hand.”
“I’d say.”
“But you got laid. Fabulously, it seemed.”
Did he really just refer to us watching each other come? Was this common Saturday entertainment for him?
“I’m not sure how I feel about this.”
“Your first orgy?”
I scoffed.
Lothair frowned at me from the driver’s seat. “You’re not traumatized, are you?”
“No.” I let out a strangled laugh. “It’s not my usual modus operandi.”
“It was all perfectly consensual, don’t worry. Caspian is careful about these things. The boy you caught seemed very happy.”
“Because he was drugged.”
“Nah. Hormonal aphrodisiacs enhance sexual appetite and enjoyment, but they don’t affect judgment. He was at the party because he wanted to earn good money, and Caspian isn’t stingy. The boy liked you, and you made him feel good. It’s not more complicated than that.”
I rested my head back. I could still smell the omega’s slick. It must have been on my hands and clothes. On my dick.
“How about we go flying?” Lothair asked.
“Now?”
It was maybe one in the morning. Didn’t heneed to sleep?
“I know the perfect place. It’s not far.”
He turned left abruptly, stepped on the gas, and the car darted toward the freeway.
8
Mid-Flight
LOTHAIR
I parkedon the side of the road where the forest thickened. We got out, and Terrance followed me. He didn’t comment when I jumped a ditch and began trudging through the bushes, nor did he complain when the ground got muddy under our feet. His party shoes and slacks would be ruined.
“Charge me for the clothes.”
