Page 18 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Miles, what do we do?” Diego hissed.

I didn’t have a single fucking answer to give him. That bite they had given each other cracked them open down to the foundations, letting the essence of the other fill up those empty spaces. She might be our mate, but Kai was first bond, and whatever traces of their rational minds they had been in possession of before were replaced with the primal nature of alpha and omega that had reigned supreme since the dawn of time.

“Just get her through the heat.” I swallowed hard. Fuck.

My cock was so hard it hurt, and my jaw ached from grinding my teeth.

The tips had already been pouring in for her. Each dollar was a reminder that all the people watching both here and on the livestream were getting to see my mate fucked every which way. Usually watching my pack fuck omegas was satisfaction enough, but not this time.

I savored each moan and groan out of her, almost able to pretend that she was making them in my ear with how loud they were over the speakers.

This was fucking torture.

The notifications on my tablet went absolutely wild, tips pouring in when they realized what had happened. Most people would never see a bond and rut unless it was their own. Callie bonding on camera and sending Kai into a rut was raking in thousands every few seconds from the livestream. The tips from the audience in person came in a bit slower, but the amounts were considerably bigger.

Holy fucking shit.

If that kept up, Callie was going to make twice her earnings just on tips.

Diego sat next to me, his eyes wide and fingers flexing like he was trying to stop himself from leaping right back in there. Ruts were too unpredictable to risk it. Once Kai got Callie on a knot, they could go back on stage. In theory…

Amir paced behind us like a caged tiger, his growl a steady hum that accompanied the soundtrack of Callie coming undone.

Diego glanced over at my tablet screen. “Are you fucking serious? We’ve never gotten tips like that.”

He grabbed it out of my hands and scrolled back, his gaze flicking between the numbers and the pair on stage.

My eyes kept being helplessly drawn to Callie and Kai. All of her nerves from earlier had long since departed, smoothed away by the heat high. As the platform slowly rotated, I got new views, her tipped-back face disappearing to show me the length of their bodies, the arch of her spine, the way her nails dug into Kai’s ass as he fucked into her. Watching the descent of his cock inside her was weirdly hypnotizing. I had seen my pack fuck many omegas, but I’d never paid such particular attention before.

Callie was different, though. Every sound she made was burned into my brain. I knew without a doubt they would live in my memory forever.

I took measured breaths. If I hadn’t been on scent blockers, I’d have absolutely voided the contract the second I smelled her. I was glad a million times over that I hadn’t gone off them, even if it did prevent my body from properly being able to acknowledge that she was a scent match. I wanted to inhale her, to let it sink into my bones and fill me with that perfect knowledge that she was mine, but I couldn’t do that until all of this was over.

How many people had walked right by their fated mate simply because they had chemically altered their scent? I hated how close I had been to never knowing. If she hadn’t changed her mind about doing the heat, I’d have let her go and been none the wiser. In all likelihood we never would have crossed paths again and my pack would have been without its omega forever. Even the concept had my hackles up.

Once we got out of this, I was going to make sure she wanted to stay, over and above the fact that she would remain because she was our mate.

“These fucking numbers,” Amir hissed. “If I were an even bigger asshole than I am, I’d consider bonding her just to see if we got the same numbers as her and Kai.”

My fingers locked around Amir’s wrist. “Don’t. It’s fucking bad enough one bonding happened. We can’t let another one happen, not until she asks for it.”

Normally it wasn’t an issue for our performers. The audience liked the risk of having no cuffs or collars to protect bonding sites, and for the most part the alphas weren’t as affected by an induced heat as they were by a natural one. They would never lose control and bond a typical omega during these shows, but Callie was a scent match, and that was a whole different ball game.

I should’ve thought of it and I didn’t. It was my fault this had happened, for not thinking far enough ahead, for not thinking how different things might be with a mate instead of any other omega.

I had to dig through several boxes backstage before I finally found what I was looking for. I put the cuffs and collars on Amir and Diego myself just for the assurance that it was done correctly and I wasn’t risking Callie further.

Amir pawed at his. “I hate these fucking things.”

“We don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t know.” Amir shrugged. “She’s definitely stuck with us now. What difference would a couple more bonds make if we could all quadruple our income?”

Diego whacked him in the shoulder. “Don’t be a dick. She might be stuck with us, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have to court her into wanting our bonds too. Kai lost that entire opportunity with her and we both know it’s not going to sit well with him that he bonded her during this.”

“Kai and I have different sensibilities,” Amir countered.

“You don’t even want a mate,” said Diego.

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