Page 42 of Deadly Ties

Someone shouts him down, but just as quickly, another voice rises up, hoarse and hungry. “Ten thousand. Twenty! We’ll feather your nests in gold if you fuck like you dance.”

Lust-drenched laughter rolls across the audience at that, but then cuts off suddenly. I have my back to the audience, bent over Kelly’s arm as his other hand works its way up my torso. “What happened?”

Kelly’s eyes glitter down at me. “Arben moved.”

I smirk. He probably just twitched a jaw muscle and all the randy little assholes went into full retreat. But Kelly isn’t looking at them, his gaze burning into me.

“I won’t fuck you, because they don’t get that part of us,” he says, lifting me for a searing kiss that leaves me panting. “But I want your naked skin under my hands, Angel. Can you give that to me?”

Naked? I shudder, still moving as he guides me, but now with some of my old self-consciousness. I know logically that I’m already almost there – the costume leaves little to the imagination, and even less as it grows damp with our sweat – but I’m tired of being vulnerable. Will I feel like Glo in her window, or will that alpha who offered twenty thousand dollars for the show make me feel dirty and used?

“Will you cover me? With your hands… and your mouth?”

Kelly suddenly rises over me, every muscle straining. His cock is perfectly outlined in his tights, so flushed with need I can see it throbbing under the tight fabric. He looks like some pagan, flame-touched god as he sweeps me up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he tells me, and we both hiss as my slick core slides over his erection. But he steadies me on his hips, his hands going to my shoulders. I know he’s planning to peel me out of my damp leotard, but I shake my head. “Let me do it, Kelly.”

He nods, a dark chuckle rolling out of him as I pop a claw. I smirk, his hands supporting my spine as I lean back and the tips of my hair brush the ground. The world is upside down, but I still manage to catch Arben’s eyes. Everyone else might be transfixed by my claw, but I hold his heated stare as I run it slowly from my neck to my navel. The thin material curls away from my flushed skin, but before I’m exposed, Kelly pulls me back up, his hands folded protectively over my naked spine.

Groans and curses echo through the theater and it’s Kelly’s turn to smirk. He’s taunting them more than teasing them, and I love the dismissive looks he flicks their way from behind his feral mask. I know he has complicated feelings about alphas, but I want to make it very clear to all of them. Other than my mate, there’s no other male - of any designation - who turns me on like this. So I arch and writhe on his hips, scraping him with my rock-hard nipples while my fingers circle the tip of his straining cock. I don’t want to push him over the edge, but I want him to feel adored. And I want every single person in this place to know that as soon as the show is over, I’m fucking my gorgeous omega.

Kelly feeds off my wanton energy, his fingers sliding along the wet seam between my legs, while he bites and sucks at my breasts. Our masks frame out top lips, and the fur and fake fangs add an erotic touch as he scrapes them over my skin. I have no idea how he manages to keep us moving, because I’m drowning in his scent and the hot whirl of the lights. Our hands are everywhere, and I know I’m flashing the audience as often as not, but I’m too focused on Kelly to care. Before I know it, the music is coming to an end, and I can taste the desperation in the air, zippers sliding down and fabric tearing as the wolves start to turn to the flesh at hand.

“Think we got them worked up enough?” he murmurs, and I bite on his lip as Arben floods the bond with need.

“Can you get us somewhere private?”

His eyes dip to mine behind his mask, and then he’s cutting the dance short, the calls for an encore ignored as he rushes for the wings. I glimpse the wide-eyed faces of the dancers going on next and am arrogant enough to feel a little sorry for them. They might be the perfect professionals, but raw, seething need is a hard act to follow.

But even if they agree, they’re kind enough to applaud us as we stagger off the stage. I’m blushing, but I just press my chest tight to Kelly and hang on as he strides through the crowd. I wonder how I’m going to last as far as the car, but then a hand touches my back and a deep, familiar voice days, “I’ve scoped out a room. It’s as private as it gets around here.”

I don’t know if Rory means to cool off or fuck our brains out, but Kelly lets him lead us, and moments later, we’re pushing through a forest of black curtains to a small reception room. It’s clean, with a pair of facing sofas, and as we strip off our ragged masks, I flash Rory a grateful smile.

“Don’t thank me yet, little wolf,” he tells me, his jaw so tight it looks painful. “I know you don’t want to wait, but I need to suck my mate’s mark or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

I don’t blame him - I may have nibbled it a few times myself – but I can’t stop the flash of disappointment that sours the air. Kelly shoots me a concerned look, but then Arben is stalking into the room, his hand already tearing at his tie. “No one waits,” he growls. “Especially not our princeshë.”

The declaration definitely has baby-in-the-corner vibes, and I squirm out of Kelly’s arms and leap at Arben. He has no problem catching me, even though I’m a sweaty, squirming mess, and then his mouth is slamming down on mine. Behind me, I’m vaguely aware of masculine grunts, the thick scent of alpha arousal making my eyes roll in my head. But just as Arben’s lips tug at one of my swollen nipples, a pair of firm hands are peeling me off my mate.

“This is our dance,” Kelly growls, spinning me back into his arms. “You can watch, but we earned it.”

I shiver, my entire body clenching at the command in his voice. He might not be an alpha, but the other men in the room don’t argue with him. Instead, they push the couches back until they flank the facing walls and park their asses on one each. There’s no stage, but this is better, because we’re all close enough to touch.

“You okay, Angel?” Kelly checks in with me again, but I just smile into his eyes and peel his tights over his hips. Our costumes are little more than ruined scraps by this stage, but I drop to my knees as I roll them down his thighs. I could cut them away with my claw, but this way I get to unwrap him like a gift, my lips chasing my fingers as I bare him for our audience. When his cock springs free, red and aching, the alphas both growl, and a trickle of slick gushes from Kelly’s swollen tip. A quick glance confirms that both our guys have their cocks out and are stroking themselves as they watch. My mouth waters, but Kelly is kicking his way out of his tights, and there’s a prize closer at hand.

“Can I suck you, Kelly?”

He groans like he’s in pain, his hand sweeping across my lips. “I want that so much, but we just kind of announced ourselves to New York’s elite. I’m thinking we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Five minutes,” Arben grunts, his eyes sparkling as I shoot him a pout. “Believe me princeshë, a quick fuck is disappointing for us too, but we promise to make up for it when we get home.”

I grunt, not sure who he’s including in that statement, but Kelly just cocks a haughty brow. “No one’s going home disappointed.” I’m still grinning at him when he tips me forward onto my hands and barks, “Omega. Present.”

Holy shit. Both alphas curse as my tits hit the floor and my ass pops into the air. I don’t know if it’s me or my wolf, but a needy whine slips out of my throat as Kelly’s groin slaps the back of my thighs. He nudges them wider – he now knows first-hand how flexible I am – and plastering his back along my spine, snakes a hand between my legs. His fingers decimate the last scrap of fabric clinging to my core, and then they’re sliding through my slick and pinching my clit. I shout in a mixture of surprise and delight, but he just huffs in my ear, “I think I like you better where I can see your face.”

I turn my head to look at him, but he’s pulling me up against his chest, his hands squeezing my breasts as his cock rams into me from below.

My core clenches around the unexpected angle and I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Kelly!” I hiss as he thrusts into me a couple more times, his hot cheek pressed to mine. “You feel so good.”

“Hold on, baby,” he grunts, and then he’s sitting back on his heels and spreading me over his thighs, my back still plastered to his chest. My tired muscles wobble in protest, but it’s my pussy that feels the full stretch. He grinds me down on him, his long fingers circling my clit as he stares at my mate. “Disappointed by the view?”

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