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THE WINFRED HOTEL

David

I hold Mitchum’s hand as we step inside the Winfred Hotel.

Thirty minutes to go.

I can’t remember the last time I was this amped. This fucking hard.

The lobby has a rather lengthy line to the front desk. I suck in a slow breath through my nose, trying like hell to cling to the last few dregs of patience I have left.

“Soon.” Mitchum squeezes my hand. He’s so good at sensing my agitation. He’s a wonderful partner. So loving and passionate.

“This is going to be an amazing night.” I circle my hand around the back of his neck, holding him close. His woodsy scent fills my lungs as I admire his shoulder-length hair, stunning blue eyes, and cut jawline. He’s so fucking handsome.

I’m a very lucky Alpha.

“Name?” A young blonde beta in a very tight, gray dress smiles as we approach the desk. The small blue neckerchief around her neck makes her look more like a flight attendant than a hostess.

“It’ll be under David Gall,” Mitchum says, slipping off his black wool coat and pumpkin-colored scarf. “I just want to confirm the additional requests we made.” He leans against the counter and I stare down at his firm ass, resisting the urge to squeeze it.

“Here you are.” The beta smiles at the computer screen. “It says here you reserved a single female. Virgin. You chose the bondage package with preselected black lingerie.” A twist of concern lines her brows. “It says that you didn’t request any specific physical characteristics and that you have no issue with your date being on heat-suppressors.” She looks up, glancing between me and Mitchum. “Is that correct?”

“That’s right,” Mitchum says, flashing that charming smile. “We just want young, pure, and tied-the-fuck-up.” He gives me a quick wink and my cock once again twitches. Trying to be discreet, I palm the front of my pants, adjusting the fucking thing. But it does no good. The pressure is too much, making me almost uncomfortable.

“A gentle reminder to not maim or kill the omega,” the beta says as she prepares our keycard. “If you do, your account will automatically be charged for their medical expenses, and there is a hefty fine for anything that results in death.” She plasters a rehearsed smile on her face, waiting for us to acknowledge the agreement.

“Of course,” Mitchum says, acting as if we aren’t planning to snuff the poor girl out before it’s all over. There’s something about the forbidden nature of what we’re planning to do with her that has my cock leaking. Even on a night when Alphas all across the sector can indulge in our wildest fantasies, there are still rules and codes of conduct. But tonight, me and my sexy mate are going to break all of them.

“Room 1014.” The beta places a keycard on the counter in front of us. “The elevators are to the right.” She points with a flat hand. She definitely looks like a flight attendant . “You’re on the tenth floor. Please consider leaving a tip for the cleaning crew when you’re done. And if the omega really pleases you, you can tip her as well.”

Mitchum immediately takes the key. “Thank you so much.” He flashes his million-dollar smile.

There are a decent number of people already waiting at the elevators. It’s frustrating as hell, but when we finally get on the damn elevator, I realize there are only sixteen minutes left until Game Night starts and the fucking chip in my head is turned off.

My mind begins to swirl with thoughts of slick-soaked sex and the hot prick of virgin blood. But I try to concentrate hard on something else. I don’t want to get zapped right before we start.

The elevator stops at the fourth floor, then the seventh, letting several Alphas off. Finally, Mitchum and I are alone as we head up to the tenth floor. I inhale deeply, letting his woodsy, citrus scent steady my excitement.

“They really don’t want anyone bitching about having to pay a fine,” Mitchum snorts, pointing to a sign above the buttons. He lets out a laugh, reading it like he’s a news anchor. “ Reminder: There is an exorbitant fine for maiming or killing your date .” Then he reads the fine print along the bottom, “ We have the legal right to remove the funds from your account without prior approval or appeal .”

“They should let us pay the fine upfront,” I say, squeezing my aching cock. “All these bullshit reminders are a bit much. I mean, we did pay to indulge and destroy a perfectly pure pussy. We should be able to pay to destroy whatever else we want, too.”

“I completely agree,” Mitchum says. The elevator dings, and the doors open. It’s not as fluid as it was downstairs. One side of the door sticks, and I have to force it to one side so Mitchum and I can comfortably exit.

My heart races as we step onto the floor. The light directly overhead is bright, allowing you to see the elevator buttons, but the hallways to the left and right are bathed in dark red lighting.

“Are they going for a haunted house vibe?” Mitchum laughs as we follow the signs to our room.

I don’t say anything. I can’t. My heart pounds and my blood rushes with thick anticipation.

“Room 1014,” Mitchum says, giving me a coy look before swiping the card. Cool air fans across my face as he pushes the door open. It’s a good ten degrees cooler inside the dark room.

Mitchum slowly walks forward. I can smell the excitement pouring off of him as we make our way into the spacious hotel room. It must have been a suite before they renovated it. The walls are dark and the ceiling is high. Red light streams down from a cheaply made chandelier overhead, giving the whole room a violent glow. The long wall that would normally hold the television in a regular hotel is covered in all kinds of devious toys. Handcuffs, paddles, floggers, butt plugs, and dildos of various sizes. There’s even a bondage board, folded up and resting against the wall.

I scan the back of the room first, turning slightly to check out the furniture. The big window has been boarded up—making it almost impossible to tell what time it is. There’s an armless chaise lounge positioned right in front of it, a sex swing hangs in the center of the room, and then there’s a long metal table with our virginal toy strapped to it.

Breanna is small with dark hair falling over her blindfold. She’s wearing a black silk negligee and thigh-high stockings. I angle my head down, pleased when I can see the soft slit of her pussy. Mitchum did an excellent job of having her prepared just the way I like.

Unable to stop myself, I inch forward, watching as her breath quickens, making her chest rise and fall.

She’s awake.

“Hello?” The single word is timid, maybe even slurred. Her arms tense as if trying to move her hands, but they’re secured over her head. There’s a leather strap across her belly to hold her down, but her legs are completely free. “Hello?” She turns her head one way and then the other as if trying to see through the blindfold.

“Did they drug her?” I ask, stepping up to the metal table.

“They drug the omegas to get them into position.” Mitchum steps up next to me. He inhales deeply, sucking down her sweet aroma. It’s an intoxicating mixture of honey and cream.

“Fuck,” I snarl, gripping my cock through my pants. I squeeze hard, trying to ease some of the pressure, but it does nothing. I want to touch the precious girl, but not yet. I don’t want to get zapped. It always takes me a few minutes to recover from that fucking chip and I don’t want to risk losing even a single second.

“Two minutes,” Mitchum says before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Let’s get ready.”

Too excited to wait a second longer, we both strip down. Mitchum hums with relief when his thick cock springs free. I eye the bead of precum on the tip, licking my lips as I shuck off my underwear.

I quickly fold our clothes, then toss them under the metal table. There’s a bag under there already, and what looks like a dark dress and a worn book bag—probably Breanna’s personal belongings.

“Where should we start?” Mitchum gives me a heated look as he reaches up, taking something off of the wall of toys. It’s a mask. The kind that covers just your eyes. “Do you want to claim her pussy, ass, or mouth first?” He steps forward, slipping the mask over my head. He smooths down my hair around the band at the back of my head, making sure I look presentable.

I smile down at my sexy lover as he cups my face. He loves to play with costumes. They aren’t my thing, but they get him off. So I’ll wear whatever the hell he wants.

A soft chime echoes around the room, followed by a fuzzy buzzer. Then a woman’s voice carries over invisible speakers. “ Seven pm. Game Night has commenced .”

There’s a chime, and Mitchum’s lips slowly part. I know he’s feeling the same thing as me.

Freedom .

That fucking chip is off, and we’re finally free to indulge.

“Don’t be scared,” Mitchum’s voice rises as if speaking to the omega, but he’s looking right at me. “We won’t hurt you too much, little omega.” And a wicked smile slips across his face.

“I know,” the omega says, her voice a little stronger. More awake. “I’m ready.” Her body trembles as she slowly widens her legs, spreading herself wide open for us to see. I love seeing the conflict in her movements. She’s obviously scared, but she’s too turned on to stop herself. It’s intoxicating.

“Look how pretty…” Mitchum moves to her, staring at the apex of her thighs. She’s glistening with virgin-slick, her body giving in to the natural reaction of being so close to two primal Alphas.

“I want to see those eyes, Breanna.” I hook my finger on the edge of her blindfold, then I tug it down. Her pupils are blown wide as they dart around the room, taking in her surroundings. It’s too dark in here to see what color they are, but it doesn’t really matter.

“F-fill me...” The omega’s chin quivers and she sucks in a steadying breath before whispering, “Fill me up.” I think she wants to sound confident and sexy, but the fear in her eyes gives her an innocence that no dirty words can tarnish.

“Do you want to be used, omega?” I place my thumb on her bottom lip, tugging the soft flesh down.

Her throat works as she swallows. “Yes.” There’s so much apprehension in her voice, and I love it.

“Yes, what?” I say firmly.

Twin lines settle between her brows before she whispers, “Yes, sir?”

I nod, happy with her eagerness to please. “Open,” I command, pleased when she obeys.

Gripping the base of my shaft with one hand, I cradle the back of her head with the other, then I guide my cock into her waiting mouth. I thrust a few times, slipping over her wet tongue. She doesn’t suck or lick, clearly not having a clue what to do. It’s cute. Her inexperience of it all is somehow infinitely hotter than an expert suck.

Suddenly, the omega’s eyes go wide and she lets out a garbled yell around my dick. Looking down her slight body, I take in the sight of my gorgeous mate eating her unused pussy. He laps and sucks, drinking down every drop of her pretty slick. I wonder what she tastes like…

“Good girl,” I say absentmindedly as I pat her cheek, letting my cock slip from her mouth.

She licks her wet lips, then looks down at Mitchum’s head buried between her legs. The omega’s nipples harden against the silk nightgown when he flicks her clit, making the swollen nub pop back and forth.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s ever had an orgasm before.

Surely, she has.

But I like to pretend she has no idea what’s in store. I want every ounce of her pleasure and her pain to be brand new.

“Raise that ass,” I say in a gruff tone as I move around Mitchum. “I want to fuck you while you’re face first in her cunt.”