Page 9 of Broken Dreams

This beautiful, infuriating, intelligent omega makes me insane, even while my cock weeps for her. It’s when she whimpers for me that my hands grab the globes of her ass on display in the thong back of her lingerie, lifting her so her legs can wrap around my back.

The benefit of moving locations so often is that Bret is too cheap to install cameras in all the private rooms. He thinks it’s enough to have a guard outside the door. For safety purposes, it probably is, but it means I can enjoy Makayla the way I want.

Feet moving toward the bed in the center of the room, I climb onto it with her in my arms. Sleeping as we travel so much means we often sleep on rough pallets and blankets, so these silk sheets are a treat. Everything about being Bret’s little omegas is typically rough.

It’s why Makayla and I cling so tightly to the good things.

“Will you be a good girl and scream for me?” I ask, kissing her again.

Her legs drop to either side of me, effectively releasing their tight grip around my waist so I can kiss down her neck.

“Linus,” she whispers, making my cock jerk. Fuck, I want her to scream my name so badly.

“Tell me all about it,” I beg, moving on to suck her rosy nipples through the lacy cups. Fuck. The noises she’s making as she mewls for me is almost as good as her words.

I can’t ask for more even if I want it. I always meet her where she’s at. It’s why I’m her person, a place of honor I treasure.

My hands continue to massage her breasts, my fingers refusing to give her mercy as I pinch and twist her nipples. Her fingers claw at the sheets, her head thrown back as she moans.

“You smell like lilacs and finespun sugar,” I groan, kissing and nipping down her body.

Arriving at the apex between her thighs, I thrust my nose over her barely covered pussy. If I was an alpha I’d be growling, though as it is, I’m close to losing my mind. She smells fucking delicious. Pushing her thighs open so the crotchless section of her panties gapes wide for me, I drag my tongue over her glistening pussy.

Makayla’s so wet the slick clings to my tastebuds, and my eyes roll back as I groan. Allowing myself to breathe her in, I lick and suck at her clit, my fingers pushing inside of her tight pussy.

“Ahh,” she moans, her walls clenching down on me. I need her to come before I fuck her. My cock is thick and curved, and while I know she can take me without any prep, I’m a gentleman for her.

The door behind us opens almost silently, the soft sound of shoes stepping along the carpet. Bret doesn’t skimp on cleanliness for his clients, and it’s an added benefit for us that he’s so diligent so the older scents don’t fuck with our sensitive noses.

As omegas who trade sex and their bodies for the pleasure of others, we don’t get essential things like nests or private spaces. It’s a difficult transition for those who come here after being freefor any length of time after they’ve presented, which is why Bret has a preference for buying younger omegas and then keeping them for as long as possible.

I had a very difficult time with this transition since he bought me at auction when I was twenty-two years old. It helped that my heats are spread out almost clinically, and that Makayla and I hit it off so quickly. I needed someone to focus on in order to not spiral into a depressive state.

Sink or swim has never been more real as a sex worker.

“There are my omegas,” Alpha Sanchez growls, the door closing and locking quietly behind him.

His voice feels like a real entity as it slides across my skin. Makayla whimpers, her body twisting until she’s on her hands and knees presenting for him. The action pulls my fingers free, and I shove them into my mouth to lick them clean. My free hand pulls down my boxers so I can kick them off, my asshole already slicking, the cream sliding out of me as I moan.

God, all we need is to hear his voice, and our bodies react to him.

“Make her come, Linus,” he says, collapsing into the waiting chair.

Eager to please him, I grab her ass to spread her wide, my tongue licking her from hole to hole before pushing it as deep as I can into her pussy. I know I won’t be able to hit her g-spot with my tongue, but Makayla still holds tightly to the sheets, her cheek against them as she attempts to find more friction against my face.

Alpha Sanchez opens his pants, pulling out his thick, coke bottle sized cock, using the precum already leaking from the crown as lube as he begins to fuck his hand as he watches us. His dark hair is styled in waves off his forehead, his amber colored eyes already hooded. He hasn’t been here in a while, so I’m gladhe decided to drop by. He’s been a client here for at least ten years, before I even got here.

His size is the reason I need to make Makayla come first, and I know by her twitching thighs that she’s close. Twisting to lay on my back, I pull her firmly onto my face. Shamelessly, she sits up, her hips grinding over my tongue as her head drops back.

“So fucking beautiful together,” Alpha Sanchez groans, and I know he notices the way my thighs clench together. “So needy, too.”

The scent of molasses and candied flowers is thick in the air as I suck Makayla off, and I can hear the alpha pulling off his clothes. Somehow, I’m surprised when his large hands move over my thighs, and his lips wrap around my cock.

Usually, he’s content to watch, but he’s impatient tonight. It’s fine by me, I hate being edged. His presence feels incredibly large when he’s in the room, and in another life I can imagine what it would be like to stand in a crowd with him. I bet he’d command attention even then.

His satisfied moan as he sucks me down forces my hips to thrust up, but I’m unable to go far as he pins me down. My fingers press deeper into Makayla’s skin, and I seek solace in making her cream over my face. There’s nowhere for her to go, even as she twists and thrusts her hips over my tongue.

“Linus,” she screams, and the alpha and I both shudder at the single word as I make her come for me.

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