Page 30 of Packed Up In Vegas

Kai came out of the bathroom, carrying a naked Callie, and I couldn’t help but trace the curves and dips of her body with my eyes. Amir and Diego joined them and tossed a blanket over Callie for some semblance of modesty while they traveled back to the stage.

I followed them a few moments later, taking up my place in the control room. Callie had already succumbed to the next heat spike by the time they got her out on stage. I had memorized so many things about her, and I wasn’t surprised when the breathy sound of her begging all of them to take her etched itself into my mind.

While they tangled around one another, I quietly made plans for a life without any of them. Looking at apartment listings fractured something inside me, but I had to be prepared. If they wanted to remove me from the pack for what I had to do, I needed somewhere to go since I had no choice but to stay here to work.

“What are you doing?” James asked.

“None of your business.”

“I don’t know how you can look anywhere else when you work up here.”

I huffed out a breath. It wasn’t disrespectful to look at someone on stage, but it felt wrong nonetheless. Callie deserved so much more than me.

Kai, Amir, and Diego would take care of her. She liked Diego; maybe they would bond next. Amir might kick up a fuss, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take care of her. She didn’t need me. None of them truly did.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” James murmured.

“I swear to god, if you take out your cock right now, I’m going to hit you with this tablet.”

“Chill out,” he said with a laugh, tapping his forehead. “It’s all stored in the spank bank for later.”

I hit him with the tablet anyway.

“Ow, fuck. What the hell was that for?”

“You can at least pretend to have a little respect.”

James only shrugged. “If they didn’t want me to look, they wouldn’t be out there right now.”

He might be right, but I didn’t have to like it. It was correct, in a way, for me to be separate, to only ever have Callie at a distance, through glass. It would be easier this way when I had to leave. If I was able to get a taste of her, I wouldn’t be able to let her go.

“Be nice anyway,” I ordered.

“Miles…”

I froze at the sound of Callie’s voice on the speakers.

“Did she just call for you?” James asked. “You lucky asshole.”

“Fuck off. I can’t touch her until her heat is over. She only agreed to the three of them.”

“Miles.”

That voice was going to be my ruination.

“You’re really going to make an omega beg for you?”

I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have to stay up here, though. I left the control room and made my way down to the stage. How strong could I actually be? Who knew? Hearing her whine my name in person instead of through a speaker had me cursing every god I’d ever heard of.

She caught sight of me as the platform spun her slowly, and she reached a hand toward me. Fuck me, I was not strong enough to resist that.

I had no clue how people would react to me walking onto the stage fully dressed and with no intention of fucking the absolutely gorgeous woman spread out with my pack, but it was so hard to care when her fingers curled around mine.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” I got on my knees so we were eye level with each other.

Callie gasped, gripping my hand like it was her only lifeline while Diego ruined her. “Fuck,” she breathed. “It felt weird for you to be gone. I don’t like it.”

Goddamn, it was going to hurt like a bitch when she changed her mind about me. I kissed her knuckles. “I can’t stay. This is your show, not mine, but I’ll be just offstage, okay?”

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