Page 8 of Breakneck
The dancers were there. They wore high boots and nothing else, and their asses were stained with cum. So much cum. They knelt beside each other, a row of loose, wet holes.
I was naked.
Lothair stood by the window, arms folded. He jerked his chin at me imperiously, ordering me to proceed.
I had to obey.
I knelt behind the first omega, my hard dick aching.
The hole clenched, and a dollop of white leaked out. I knew it was Lothair’s cum. And now I was about to slide my cock through it…
I wokeup drenched in sweat. I’d left the balcony door ajar, and a cool breeze drifted in, so I kicked the covers off and to the side. I spread out my arms and legs, lying like a starfish, just breathing.
Slowly, I returned to the real world.
The dream was bonkers, of course, just my mind’s reaction to how Lothair had kept provoking me during the day.
Staying here would complicate my sex life—not because of Lothair. I didn’t give a shit about his shenanigans. But I wasn’t looking forward to months of frustration because I couldn’t bring anyone in here. I’dhave to find someone to get laid on the nights I was free. Could I call Hamish?
Hi, I know we called it quits, but I’m desperate. Can I fuck you once a week?
Ugh.
My boss had said a month. One month, and if it sucked, I’d quit.
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Toby from the Rosebud Club
LOTHAIR
I fucked a lot.I wasn’t sure it was the best way to spend most evenings, and sometimes it got logistically challenging, but when I didn’t fuck, I hated everything and everyone. I’d even tried therapy. The human therapist said I was a sex addict and started digging into triggers and motivators, by which point I would have been forced to tell him about the little reptilian detail. I bowed out. The dragon therapist told me to ignore human therapists and that I needed to find a mate so I could have “a regular outlet for my heightened libido.” Which pissed me off because, well, it wasn’t like I could put out an ad.
I didn’t know how other shifters did it. Like those poor guys who were single well into their forties? That was twenty-five years of fucking around. I’d been doing it for fifteen, and I was already exhausted. Not exhausted enough to stop, though.
My new bodyguard brought with him all that alpha energy and a strong, spicy dragon scent, and even though Iwas as busy as one could get, he had me on edge. He was so preppy and proper, I wanted to mess him up. See, I didn’t have a type when it came to omegas. All it took was a sweet smell, an eager hole, and perky nipples, and I was hard. My dick didn’t discriminate. Thin or fat, tall or short, mouthy or quiet, as long as they were wet for me, I was in. Literally. Because what wasn’t to like? Sex was a little slice of heaven in our pointless existence, and when you stripped it of all the bullshit like norms, rules, dogma, sin, and those stupid expectations we put on each other, it was so amazingly simple and nice. So yeah, I fucked everybody, and I didn’t think there was anything morally wrong with it. They liked it, I liked it, everybody was happy.
With alphas, I was picky, though. Sometimes you knew the guy would never go for it, and some alphas were just meh.
Visually, Terrance was my type. Pretty, yet packed with muscles, with that impeccable, symmetrical face, changeable blue eyes, and a firm little butt under his wide, powerful back. I’d wanted him on his knees the second I saw him.
Today at the studio, we were doing a car and truck chase with some fighting on the roof. I didn’t like twirling in front of a green screen, and this project was like 75 percent studio work. Annoying. Terrance lurked in the shadows, distracting me while I jumped and rolled in front of the cameras.
I’d never fucked a shifter before. How would it feel to test his strength and see who ended up on top? We could wrestle around, naked, and the winner could fuck the loser. But something told me Mr. Control Freak wouldn’t be offering that tight alpha ass for a test ride any time soon. Pity.
At home, I showered off the stink from a long day. Just when I was leaving the stall, my phone dinged with a message. I ran the towel over my front and dried my hands so I could unlock the screen.
Toby-Blond-from-RosebudClub:I’m on my way.
Me:Come in. I’m calling the guard.
Message sent, I dialed the gate.
“Yes, Mr. Courtemanche?”
“Hi, Kyle, a cab will be arriving soon. It’s a friend. Let him in, please.”
“Should I call Mr. Harbinger?”
