Page 13 of Packed Up In Vegas

“The only thing you have to do is let them take care of you. They might break you a little, but I promise they’re very good putting their playmates back together.”

Desire was like a heartbeat pounding through my body and I squirmed, curling my fingers against Miles’s shirt.

“They’ll make sure you like it. We’ve never had any complaints from an omega who performed with them.”

My brain screamed, two thoughts ping-ponging around in my head. One—I despised the mention of them doing things with other omegas with a fiery fucking passion. Two—my pussy was taking on a life of its own at the thought of what they would do to me.

“I know they’re going to take extra care with you being who you are,” Miles added. “Your only job is to take everything they give you. Allow them to get you through this heat.”

“Are you always on scent blockers?”

“Usually. At least one of our pack needs to be clearheaded, so I’m not going to neutralize mine until your heat is over.”

I pouted. I really wanted to know what his scent was. I knew Miles wasn’t going to perform with me, but if I was a mate to his pack, I was probably a mate to him as well. How would I react to him? I was already embarrassed as fuck over how I’d reacted over the others. I’d always been familiar with the phrase “wanting to climb someone like a tree,” but I had never experienced it before.

“What do I do when I go out there?”

“Just walk through the door. They’ll be out there already. Go straight to Kai. There’s usually a slower work-up to the show, but honestly I have no idea if they’re going to be able to hold themselves back once they get close to you.”

I gasped at the rush of slick, my panties turning damp and heat rolling up my spine. Miles’s grip on me tensed.

“Fuck me, you smell so good, sweetheart.”

I didn’t even care that I couldn’t smell Miles right now, I wanted him to flatten me out on the couch and have his way with me. “Miles…”

“Easy does it. As much as I would love to take care of you myself, I can’t do that. I’m not on contract with you, and you can’t fully consent to anything new once the serum has been administered. Kai, Diego, and Amir are the only ones who can touch you.”

I whined. My skin was so hot and my pussy was throbbing. “Please.”

“I’m sorry. The show starts in a few minutes. Everyone is getting seated and then you can go out and you’ll forget all about me.”

I clung to coherency, but I could feel it slipping away with every moment that passed.

“You’re going to have so much fun,” Miles promised. “They are very good at what they do and you deserve nothing less than to be ruined while feeling like the most exquisite, desired omega in the world. Every single eye out there is paying a fucking fortune to be here; they’re paying to see you. So let’s give them a proper show, yes?”

Part of me wanted to tell all those people to go fuck themselves, another part wanted me to drag Miles to the floor and take what I needed, but the quieter third part very much wanted to know what the other alphas would be like.

I wasn’t an actress; I was just desperate, and in three days I could save myself from everything that had been taken from me.

I swallowed hard, glancing toward the door that would take me to the stage. Miles looped an arm around my waist and led me down the hall to the elevator that would take us directly to the theater.

Miles kept his arms around me while we waited for the countdown clock atop the doors to run out. Someone from the crew attached a mic to me.

“It won’t be on long,” Miles explained. “It helps set the tone for the start. Ready?”

“I think so.”

He nuzzled my cheek and whispered in my ear. “Have fun out there for me. I’ll be watching.”

Then he pushed me toward the door, his palms warm against my shoulder blades.

“And three, two, one…”

He nudged me through the door and out under the spotlight that swiveled to illuminate me.

Their combined scents almost took me out at the knees.

Sunbaked cedar.

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