Page 4 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

I raised my hand right away, but by that point, everyone was so into it that someone upped my bid right away. The bidding war that followed was a ton of fun.

“Five hundred thousand,” I called out on cue, getting really into it. I went with my usual persona for fantasies, the spoiled rich kid who threw around his parents’ money like it grew on trees and who didn’t have a conscience.

The other alphas who were there for fun backed off, but the Dark Fantasies Club plant and I kept at it, taking the bidding higher and higher.

It was pretty clear to me after another couple of bids that Darby thought the plant was the alpha who was supposed to win him. I guessed the other guy looked the part more than me. But that prompted me to call out, “One million!” to bring the bidding to an end.

“One million for this juicy omega?” Caden asked. “That’s all? Any other bidders? You can use this one hard, use him up entirely.”

Everyone else knew the game and kept quiet.

“One million going once, going twice…sold!” Caden called out.

I grinned, hoping my expression was menacing, as Darby shifted his focus to me, his eyes going wide.

I could tell immediately I wasn’t what he’d expected. I never was. But I always had fun proving to my omega fantasy partners that I wasn’t just a babyface. Once they got over that, I always gave them what they wanted. It was why I was one of the top-rated alpha players.

“Mr. Black, come collect your prize,” Caden gestured to me.

I used a false name when playing, of course. Even with the Dark Fantasies Club’s iron-clad confidentiality agreements, I didn’t want my current or prospective schools to catch wind of what I did on my own time.

I made my way up through the other, worked-up alphas to the front of the room.

Hamish grabbed Darby’s arm while I did, jerking him to the steps at the side of the stage.

Darby gasped as Hamish grabbed him in a bearhug and carried him down the steps.

I reached them just as Darby was finding his footing again.

The first thing I noticed when I was close to Darby was his scent. It was like blueberries, but it had a sort of zing to it, like some of those berries might have been tart. I loved it and breathed in noticeably.

“Juicy indeed,” I said. I grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so I could sniff my way up his neck, filling my nose with that scent.

I wanted to start playing with him then and there, pawing and fondling him and generally doing all the things nice alphas definitely weren’t allowed to do with ordinary omegas. The auction was continuing up on the stage, though, and Hamish gave me the signal to take Darby away.

“Come, boy,” I said, grabbing Darby’s arm and yanking him toward a door at the back of the room.

Darby was breathing in short, heavy gasps as we walked through the door and crossed the larger conference room, which was in the process of being decorated for the party scheduled for the second night of the fantasy.

It was a little jarring to drag a naked and bound omega through something so ordinary, but the only way we could access the private service elevators to head up to our hotel suites was by breaking the scene a little.

It was actually a good thing because it meant Darby was disoriented by the time we got into the elevator.

“Mmm, yes, you weren’t expecting me, were you,” I said once it was just the two of us, zipping up to the floor just below the penthouses, which had been entirely blocked off for the Dark Fantasies Club.

“N-no,” Darby stuttered, shaking slightly.

“No, Sir,” I snapped at him.

I closed my hand around his neck and pushed him back against the elevator wall. It was a move I’d perfected and knew how to accomplish without hurting my playmate, but it restricted his breathing a little.

Darby shuddered, and his eyes darted to mine with that initial panic that came with the beginning of a new play session with a stranger.

I was even more of a stranger to him than usual, since we hadn’t met or swapped wish lists and seconds before the auction.

Along with his fear was a healthy dose of masochistic lust, too.

“No, Sir ,” I repeated. “Forget what I look like. I own you now, and I will get my money’s worth out of you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Darby answered, hoarse and strained.

The elevator arrived at our floor and the doors slid open.

I let go of his neck and grabbed his arm again, marching him out into the silent, hotel hallway and walking a little faster than usual to keep him off-balance.

The sight of his still half-hard cock bouncing freely as we walked fired my blood and made me eager to get him into our suite for the next few days.

“In you go,” I said, shoving him into the room once I’d opened the door with the key card I’d picked up earlier. “And don’t even think of escaping,” I added once I’d shut the door again and made a show of locking it.

When I stepped away from the door, I grabbed Darby’s arm again and pulled him farther into the room. It was an ordinary, luxury hotel suite, but for the St. Andrew’s Cross I’d asked for and the selection of restraints, toys, and dildoes laid out on the otherwise clean dining room table.

“Now, why don’t we slip into something a little more comfortable,” I said, taking him to the center of the living area and pushing him so he was forced to kneel.

“W-what are you going to do with me…Sir,” he gasped, doing a great job of playing the terrified omega who had been kidnapped and sold and had no idea what fate was in store for him. Even though his eyes glittered with that unique lust for pain that subs often had.

I peeled out of my suit jacket slowly, tossed it aside, then loosened the black tie I wore.

I delayed my answer further as I prowled closer to him, unbuckling my belt as I did.

I waited until I’d pulled my belt out of its loops, folded it and snapped it loud enough to make Darby jump, then tucked it under my arm.

From there, I started in on the fastenings of my tented trousers to free my larger-than-average alpha cock.

“I’m going to get my money’s worth from you,” I growled.