Page 54 of Isla

Reaching the viewing area, I pushed the door to the first public viewing room and took a seat in the corner of the still empty room.

I waited.

The door opened, and an alpha walked into the room. I gave a small smile and looked ahead when the curtain opened and ahead of me was Beth. She held hands with two alphas as she walked toward the bed. It didn’t take long before the three of them gave a live porn show.

The two massive alphas took Beth in all ways, one slamming deep in her pussy, pushing her onto the cock in her mouth.

Another alpha walked into where I sat. He growled as he looked ahead, making me glance to my right and now the two alphas were watching me. My finger hovered over the garter on my thigh, and to the little panic button we had to press if we felt threatened. But the alphas here knew it was foolish to pounce on an omega. But they were still alphas, and I didn’t want to take the risk. So I rose from my seat and walked to the door.

“Don’t go, I could show you a better time than they are showing her,” the first alpha said, nodding to the scene behind the screen.

“Not tonight,” I said and smiled, tapping my white mask before pulling the handle to the door and leaving.

I strode to the next room, but was only halfway in and looked ahead. Jess was with the blond-haired alpha that looked like number eighteen. She was on her hands and knees as he pounded into her. I watched at the door for a few minutes more, seeing him grunt over her, before he spun her around and thrust deep into her again.

But when the alphas in the viewing area growled as they turned to me, and I knew they were smelling my scent heightened by my oncoming heat and what was happening all around me. I knew I needed to get away and watch alone. I left the room, and strolled into the private viewing room to the BDSM room at the end but this time I wasn’t taking a risk, and locked the door behind me. I wanted to watch alone. Work out if it was something I could get into regularly, maybe join an alpha club in London. I certainly couldn’t afford to return to Omega Island.

I pushed my thighs together, remembering the spanking that Finn gave me.

I took a seat in the reclining chair and gasped seeing Polly straddled over a bench, her tits had what looked like steel pegs on the nipples and a taut chain leading to the floor. She was with three alphas, one spanked her arse, a butt plug with a fluffy black tail jiggled on each strike. Her white flesh was a deep pink and looked painful, but with slick running down her leg and moaning around the cock in her mouth. She was deep in omega bliss and nothing else.

Another alpha wrapped her long raven hair around his hand, helping her take the other alpha’s thrusting cock. She was loving it and something about it turned me on and wetness built between my thighs.

My hand coasted down my dress, I fingered with the hem, rising the material until my fingers nudged over my lace covered pussy, rubbing the soft but textured fabric over my clit as I took in the scene ahead of me.

I pushed the fabric to one side and slipped a finger inside me, taking my slick and sliding my wet finger over my clit with a deep moan. My eyes fluttered and my stomach tightened. I was already so close.

A blast of air covered my skin as the door opened behind me and I yelped before a hand slapped over my mouth. “Shush, you don’t want others smelling you.” The deep, smooth voice was silken against my cheek, causing a delectable shiver to chase its wake, pooling deep in my belly.

I tried to ignore that delightful sensation. This was an alpha who broke into this room because I was sure I locked the door behind me. My eyes locked with his emerald green ones, he didn’t scare me, but my face flushed with embarrassment at being caught in a compromised position.

His hair looked like it was black once upon a time, but now salt and pepper with age. I’d say he was around forty years old, but still handsome and definitely strong.

He took hold of my slick covered fingers and dragged them to his nose. Inhaling with a deep groan. “Oh fuck, they were right.” And popped my fingers into his mouth and pressed them against my clit again. His fingers over mine, not touching me but making me touch myself as his fingers moved mine over my clit.

Pressing.

Circling.

Pressing again.

“Oh god,” I whimpered as he uncovered my mouth. It was the irreversible act to take me over the edge as I shattered, as his arm wrapped around my chest and his face nuzzled in the curve of my neck.

When I came down from my high, he walked around the chair and he stood in front of me. My eyes lifted higher, he was the tallest alpha I had ever seen, and all I could do was gawp at him. He leaned down, and picked me up and sat in the chair before he lowered me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his large thighs.

“This is called omega island for a reason,” I said. “I’m supposed to make the rules.”

“You didn’t seek me out, so I am not taking the chance that you didn’t put my number on your list.”

“Bossy, much,” I said.

He nodded. “Yep. And I’m not a number, I’m Kingsley, but prefer King.”

“Sienna,” I said as my nose twitched, taking in his scent. Closing my eyes as I took in his berry smell.

It was him I smelled earlier.

When I opened my eyes again, he was smiling at me. “What’s your real name?”

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