Page 109 of Packed Up In Vegas

When Miles reached beneath her to touch her clit, the orgasm took me completely off guard, my knot swelling instantly and grinding all my movement to a halt.

“Fucking Christ.” I let out a half laugh, half moan as I registered what happened. Callie was shuddering beautifully and still going to town on Amir, who had his fingers clutched in her hair.

I pulled her off him and rolled us over so she was spread across my chest and Miles settled between her legs to lick her while Amir went right back to fucking her perfect mouth. I could hardly breathe with everything surging through the bond, so I simply clutched her to me, hoping each orgasm they gave her brought me a little bit closer to breeding our omega.

How the fuck did any of these guys keep it together during these shows? I’d always had the benefit of being on scent blockers, so while the omegas on stage had always smelled delicious, I had never been especially tempted by them. With Callie I was barely holding it together from one second to the next, brushing the edge of a rut with just my mouth and hands on her. Once it came time for me to get my cock into her, I was pretty sure I was going to lose it immediately.

I had done ecstasy a few times at college parties, and being around my scent-matched mate in heat was similar, but about ten times more potent.

“You doing okay, Miles?” Amir asked.

“More or less.”

“Confident.” Amir chuckled.

Callie had been in heat for a little over a day, and I had been rock-hard the entire time but had been too fucking nervous to take her. It was already tough enough to keep it together just playing with her and seeing the others make her shatter.

“Well, it’s easy to be relaxed when she’s a fountain of heat hormones during spikes. My anxiety has time to get the better of me in between those.”

“You’re doing way better than I expected,” Amir confessed.

I gave him a chagrined smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m serious. It’s not easy to keep your head during all of this. I have a fuckload of experience with this, and I can feel how close to the edge I am just because it’s Callie.”

That made me feel a little better, but also even more nervous at the same time. If he was struggling, what hope was there for me?

I took a deep breath when it was time for us to go back out. I couldn’t avoid taking a full turn with her for the entire heat. The audience might not notice with the change-out, but management certainly would, and I had to fulfill the basic obligations of being part of a heat show. They would never hire someone who was afraid to fuck the omega on stage, and they definitely wouldn’t keep someone on staff who refused to do so.

Callie staggered out ahead of us and a hush fell over the audience. The lights glinted off her skin, every inch of her coated in that delicious candied apple scent that saturated the air. All the eyes watching me as I followed her onto the stage made it more intense. Even with my focus on Callie, I could feel the heat of their gazes.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I stalked toward her and she let out a whine that had all of my primal instincts flaring. I walked through plumes of her scent, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she retreated. I caught Kai’s gaze where he stood backstage on the other side, taking his nod as reassurance that Callie was playing and not actually trying to retreat. It was probably too early for me to stake my claim on her, but god, I wanted to feel the bond sink into my bones and blood, to tune me in to her deepest desires.

I unleashed a low, rumbling growl that spiked her scent and had her whimpering, the light catching the glisten of her slick sliding down her thighs.

Fuck me.

One quick step and a leap had me caging Callie against the bed in the middle of the stage. Her ankles locked behind my back and she raised her hips to grind only half-successfully against me.

“Hello, sweet girl. Did you need something from me?”

Callie bit her plump bottom lip and nodded. She curled her fingers around my cock and tried to rearrange us so I could slide into her dripping cunt.

“So impatient,” I chuckled.

“I’m in heat,” she whined.

I purred and stroked one finger from her lips all the way down her body to slide between her slick folds. “So you are. I suppose it would be cruel of me to deny you?”

“Yes!” Callie bucked her hips and I withdrew my hand, smiling at her mewl of protest.

“Now, sweetheart, what makes you think I’m not cruel?”

She whimpered and spread her thighs further. The rustle of the audience shifting and the swell of their anticipation filled me up.

“You should let me play with you a little first. Be a good girl for me, and then I’ll fuck you.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted my lap. Callie clambered obediently over and I stretched her out over my thighs, stroking my hand over the swell of her ass. She yipped at the first impact of my palm against her skin, a flood of slick dripping down her thighs.

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