Page 67 of Bliss & Her Idols (Pack Bonds Omegaverse #10)

The Traditional government can’t silence a hundred, thousand, million voices.

It can’t silence one determined voice.

Mine.

The knock on impact globally has been huge. It’s helped Beta singers in a number of countries.

Fans knowing the truth about how their favorite rock stars are treated behind the scenes has led to real change.

Good journalism, unlike the trash propaganda of Traditional magazines like Alphas Today , can reveal the truth.

Only then, can people be free.

“Rory helped out too.” Jin bites his lip. “Some of the older Idols are still wary around him. He’s said sorry to all of them. He’ll just have to keep showing them that he’s changed.”

“He has changed,” I say. “He’s still too quiet, since he came back from the Alpha Center.”

“I wish that he hadn’t been sentenced to three months in that fucking hellhole.

It fucked with his head. But we’ll support him, yeah?

He’s Charming’s only brother now, and we’ll bring him back from that dark place.

If anyone knows about surviving, we do. Showing him that he has a safe pack will be the best thing for him. ”

“A safe one without Mena, Una, or the twins.” My lips twist with satisfaction.

Because those jerks are still in the Alpha Center. They were sentenced to the center permanently on a long list of charges.

Torin was worried about the impact on Una’s bonded pack, until Sarah and Ryan revealed how much of tyrant Una was behind closed doors.

She terrorized her bonded pack.

We freed them, as much as we did the Idols.

Now, they live happily in their North Wing of the manor with their energetic kids. They insist on still helping to run the estate, but Torin ensures that they don’t overwork themselves like they did under Una.

I run my fingers over Jin’s shoulder again, and he looks close to wagging his tail.

I’ve learned most of the tricks to making my white haired pup immediately both melt and become hard in his leather pants.

“What did the physio say in your session yesterday?” I ask. “Is it good news? Have you fully recovered from your shoulder surgery? You’ve worked hard. You’ve been such a good Beta.”

Jin’s cheeks flush on the good Beta .

See, every trick.

Pleasure slams through the bond.

Jin hooks his arm around me, pulling me into a satisfyingly hard kiss.

“I promised you that I would, my Queen,” Jin murmurs. “I’m pain free for the first time in years. But I’m so fucking lucky that I have an Alpha who allowed me time off my schedule like that. I didn’t work hard. I was lazing around in bed for weeks.”

I roll my eyes.

I still have to work on Jin’s ability to understand his right to be ill or injured and then take the time to heal from it.

“I think recovering on doctor’s orders isn’t being lazy,” I protest.

“But I’m all good now, yeah?” Jin’s gaze becomes half-hooded. “It means that I can give you the perfect gift for Christmas: all of me.”

I laugh. “Typical star.”

But I know what he’s offering.

For months, we’ve had to be careful in bed, while he’s healed. Finally, the physiotherapist has given him the okay.

“Good to hear. Let’s unwrap our first Christmas gift then.” Torin’s ice cold voice slices through our happy bubble. “Time to ravish our rock star.”

Jin and I look up, startled.

Torin has stopped kissing Cricket and now has the Omega sitting on his lap with his shirt fully unbuttoned. My cheeks heat at the way that Torin’s hand is casually slipped under the waistband of Cricket’s opened trousers, as he slowly jerks him off.

Cricket attempts to stay still, held in place on Torin’s lap.

Torin acts like he’s not even touching Cricket, while he studies Jin and me.

It’s fucking hot to be watched by both Alpha and Omega.

Torin’s sparkling gaze meets mine, before he pats his knee.

Challenge accepted.

I give Jin one final reassuring kiss, before I launch myself toward the bed, scrambling over the covers to Torin.

I have no chill.

Torin tries not to laugh.

Cricket is too busy trying not to hump into his Alpha’s hand to join in.

Jin straightens. “Have I been abandoned?”

There’s a thread of vulnerability there that still hurts.

“Never,” Torin replies. “You’re healed, which means that we’re waiting for you to put on a performance, anamchara . Now, strip. ”

Jin relaxes, although his flush deepens at the command.

He eagerly bends over to drag off his shoes, however, hurling them across the room with his typical lack of care.

Torin winces. “Slowly. Erotically. How about you dance for us?”

I perk up.

This has been one of my top fantasies for years.

Jin pauses in dragging off his socks. “You want me to perform a striptease?”

“If you’re good, then I could hire you out as a stripper.

” Torin’s voice is like silk over steel.

Jin’s chest is rapidly rising and falling.

His eyes darken with desire, as Torin paints the fantasy for him, which I know neither of them would do in real life but fuck, it turns me on to play with in the safe space of our bed.

“All those Alphas would be watching you as you stripped naked on that stage…your writhing, gyrating, gorgeous body…your tight ass that I love to bite and your long, pretty cock. They’d all wish that you were their Beta, but you’re ours.

They’d wish that they could sink their cocks into your ass and their fangs into your throat.

Except, you wear my bond bite. They can watch you, the famous singer, but we both know that only I can touch you. ”

“Fuck.” Jin’s eyelashes flutter.

I’m breathing fast now. Soaking wet.

Torin rearranges Cricket on his lap to make space for me as well. My hip touches Cricket’s. He buries his head against my neck, struggling to hold himself back from coming with a shuddering gasp.

Torin is relentless, working Cricket in his pants.

Then Torin’s cruel fingers on his other hand tease underneath my leather skirt, pushing it out of the way.

I hold my breath.

When Torin discovers that I’m not wearing panties, he circles my clit.

I bite my lip hard.

Jin reaches to the bottom of his t-shirt.

He starts to sing “Caged Dreams” in his smoky voice. At the same time, he begins to free himself from his clothes.

His gaze becomes heated.

Provocatively, he teases his top up, stroking over his athletic abs.

He’s a bigger exhibitionist than I am.

He pushes his t-shirt higher, revealing a flash of his nipple. Then he does it again, this time wetting his finger and circling the sensitive nub.

He moans, losing himself in the sensation.

He’s singing in low pants and whimpers, as much as the words of the song.

His desire is the music that is also singing through my veins.

I struggle against the dual pleasure of Torin’s teasing touch, Cricket’s puffs of hot breath against my scent gland, and the sight of my gorgeous Beta giving me a strip tease.

Jin pulls the t-shirt agonizingly slowly over his head, before bending over and showing just how flexible he is.

This is more than an erotic dance.

It’s truly a gift.

A way of Jin showing his love to all of us in this bed.

Torin is pretending to still have a frozen heart. Yet this close to him, I can tell how affected he is.

His heart is thudding fast. His cock is hard in his jeans.

When Jin slides his tight leather trousers down his lean legs, Torin slides one of his long fingers into my pussy.

Pleasure spikes through me.

By the way that Cricket whines at the same time as me, I wonder just what Torin has done to him.

Cricket desperately raises his head and kisses me like that can calm him.

Except, it doesn’t.

Instead, Cricket comes in his pants with a shuddering cry at the same time that Jin finishes his song, throwing his trousers onto the end of the bed.

Cricket pulls back from the kiss. Tears tremble on the end of his thick eyelashes.

Torin eases his finger from my pussy, pulling his hand out of Cricket’s pants.

“Good Omega.” Torin pulls Cricket against his chest. His expression softens. “You were perfect.”

“You’re not disappointed?” Cricket glances down at his wet crotch.

“That the sight of our sexy Beta, my touch, and our Bliss’ kiss is enough to make you come in your pants? Staggeringly not. It’s the best compliment.” Torin’s expression hardens, however, as he beckons at Jin. “But now, we have the final pretty Christmas decoration to put in place.”

Jin preens.

Torin gently pushes Cricket and then me off his lap.

“Ah, you’re talking about my impressive candy cane?” Jin glances down at his impressively hard cock. “Who wants to suck first?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Torin’s eyes flash with dominance. “You’re the one whose bratty mouth will be busy in this bed.” He strokes my hair back from my face. “You’ll be licking our Omega’s delicious pussy like it’s candy.”

“My Queen’s pussy is my favorite treat.” Jin stares at me reverently.

He means it.

I smile at Jin with a tenderness that coils through me. I hold my hand out to him and he slinks toward the bed, crawling to join me.

I kiss him lingeringly, before Torin snatches silver tinsel off the nightstand.

“Lie down,” he orders Jin. “Hold your arms above your head with your palms together.”

Jin obediently stretches out in the center of the bed like Torin told him, as if it’s a dance move.

Then Torin winds the soft tinsel around his wrists. He doesn’t wrap it tightly enough to truly bind him but to give the illusion of it.

Jin could break free. He’ll need to make the choice to submit. And that type of submission is not only harder and more valuable, it’s the only type that we’ll ever have within our pack.

None of us will cage the others.

My Ice Dragon is stunning like this.

I don’t think that I will ever get used to him being mine.

The three men in my bed are my ideal pack. They’re each strong, unique, and talented.

We’ve earned this home and happily ever after.

We’ve also earned finally being able to fulfil Jin’s bondage fantasy.