Page 43 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

Everything that just came out of my mouth was bullshit.

I’m making assumptions based on the little bit I know about Omega rights, assuming that Warner Bradley can’t do anything now that Alex is in heat, but maybe he can.

I’d like to see the little weasel fucking try, though.

Usually, I’d be opposed to violence against Omegas, but all bets are off when it comes to protecting mine. He seems to value self-preservation, though, because he takes a few steps back.

“Understood. I will communicate this to Dr. Smith and the governor. We can readdress this when her heat is over. But it won’t go away. You all know that.”

“Sure do. Bye now.” I shove past him, following Dexter as he carries Alex out of the tent. Before I can join them in the trailer, I have to make a few stops.

“Tony!” I shout, stalking through the trailers. “Wake up!” I bang on his door until he opens it, bleary-eyed.

“Bossman, what’s going on?”

“Alex is in heat, and we have to go to Florida. ”

His eyes widen. “What do you need?”

“I need you to get a skeleton crew to drive our trailer there. I know you were supposed to get a month off after tonight’s show, but we need to do this.”

I’m asking a lot. This was the last stop of our tour, and now I’m asking some of our crew to take time away from their vacation. The time they’d seen their families.

And for me and my pack.

“I got this.” He says decisively. “Can we leave in the morning after everyone gets their sleep?”

“How long will it take to get there?”

He sucks on his teeth. “Conservatively? Five days with stops for rest, refueling, and water fills. The guys and I can share a trailer so we can sleep and travel more each day, so I’ll only be hauling two.”

I nod. “Make it happen, and I’ll make sure you all get a nice bonus.”

I pat the old Beta on the back and weave my way through the field to Alex’s trailer. I don’t bother knocking. When I open the door, her scent hits me in the face, and I rush to lock and barricade the door.

“Wait!” Matteo calls out, rushing out of the nest. “Quinton went to collect food and clothes from all of our trailers. Don’t lock him out.”

Before I can get the door unlocked, he’s banging on it. Once I get it open, he’s pushing past me, arms loaded up with reusable shopping bags and backpacks overflowing with clothes.

“I hope this is enough,” he pants. “I don’t know how long this will last.”

“It’s going to be a while,” Matteo says solemnly. “With all the suppressants she’s been using, it’s probably been a long time since she had a proper heat. ”

A keening noise from the nest has all of our heads whipping toward the source.

“Sounds like she needs us, fellas,” Quinton says jovially, dropping the bags on the counter. “This is going to be fun.”

The bedroom is tiny, and we’re squashed as we pile in to find Dexter and Dario sandwiching Alex on the bed. She’s writhing between them, her corset lying on the floor, and her fishnets and shorts a heap on the edge of the bed. They run their hands up and down her skin, touching her all over.

Her eyes fly open, cloudy and wet, and she whines. “Alpha.” She reaches for me. “Please.”

“She wants you first,” Dario says. “I think the Prime Alpha is supposed to kick things off.”

I roll my eyes. Prime Alpha makes me sound more important than the guys, but I’m not. Nowhere close. We don’t work on our own. We need each other.

Alex needs all of us.

I strip my shirt off and climb onto the bed, leaning over her. The twins spread out as much as they can, giving me space to plant my hands on either side of her head, but not leaving entirely.

“Omega,” I whisper, dipping down to run my nose over her cheek. “You smell needy.”

She really does. Like cake batter that I want to lick off the spoon.

“I am,” she whines, hips thrusting up. “I need you, Alpha.”

“Then you’ll have me.” I crash my lips into hers, swallowing a moan that escapes when I drop my hips and grind them against her.

Hands wrap around my waist, undoing the button of my pants, and the chocolate and apple scent of Dario makes me grin against Alex’s mouth. He slips his hands into them and under the waistband of my boxers, pulling them all down at once.

“Let me help you out there,” he says playfully, untangling my pants from my feet. “Show you that I can be a good packmate.”

“We know you two fucked,” Quinton says dismissively. “You don’t need to pretend for our sake.”

I wrench my mouth away from Alex’s. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, when Dario sprained his ankle, right?” Dexter asks.

“Yep,” Matteo confirms.

“You all knew?” Dario sounds almost relieved. “How?”

I kiss down Alex’s neck as the guys talk around me, only half listening as they tell Dario how they noticed us tiptoeing around each other.

“Well, fuck, I thought we were discreet,” Dario mutters, throwing himself down next to Alex.

“Guess not,” Alex says, turning to kiss him as I move down her body to take one of her nipples in my mouth.

I have to pause my ministrations to watch the absolutely filthy way they kiss each other. Fuck, they are gorgeous together. Dario tangles his fingers into Alex’s dark hair, and she groans, her hips thrusting underneath me.

I slip my hand under her panties and drag a finger up her slit. She’s completely soaked, her body making sure she’s ready to take as many Alpha knots as she needs to be satisfied. I won’t need to warm her up on my fist this time.

As I slip a finger into her, Dario moves down her body to tongue her nipple as he buries one of his hands in his pants. She whines, wordlessly begging for me, and I am helpless to resist her. Her greedy cunt takes a second finger easily, and before I can slip a third inside her, she snarls at me .

“Fuck me, Alpha. Now.”

Dario pops off her nipple and laughs. “You heard her. Get to it.”

Wrapping my arm around one of her knees, I pull her wide open.

The sight of her spread out before me makes my mouth water.

It’s nearly indescribable, the way looking at her triggers all of my baser instincts.

Gripping the base of my cock at my already half-inflated knot, I drag my tip through her slick.

Dario reaches over and smacks my hand away, gripping my length and pumping to coat me in her wetness. He grins before guiding me by my dick to her entrance.

I plunge forward, sliding into her with ease as she cries out. Dario’s hand drops to her clit and gently rubs circles as I try to catch my breath. She’s squeezing me with every panting breath, and I’m close to blowing my load already.

“Move.” Her breathy voice is commanding, even though her eyes are rolled back and she grips the surface of her nest like her life depends on it.

I listen to her, of course, because an Omega in heat is not a bear I’m willing to poke, but I move tantalizingly slow. I don’t give her the quick, rough fuck that I think she’s close to begging for. My hips roll as I continuously rock into her, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning.

I’m about to pick up speed when Alex yowls and rips her leg off my arm, sitting up and throwing her arms around my neck. I can tell she’s trying to push me back, and I could easily stop her, but I let her guide me backward onto the surface of her nest.

She climbs on top of me triumphantly, sinking down onto me in a smooth movement that has my toes curling.

Dario chuckles. “Looks like you were too slow, Alpha. ”

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and haul him to me, pressing our lips together.

I never thought I’d have this. That I would even want it.

But right now it all feels pretty fucking perfect.

Alex grinds against my knot, panting as she chases the high of her orgasm. Dario breaks away from me, chest heaving, pupils wide with lust, and turns to her, slamming his mouth onto hers.

She moans into his mouth and clenches down on me. My pretty Omega throws her head back and cries out, slick gushing down my knot as she comes. Dario climbs over my thighs and rests his hands on her hips, nipping and kissing up her neck.

“You ready for his knot, Omega?” he purrs in her ear. She whines and nods, unable to form words. He grips her tighter and pushes down, giving us both the delicious pressure we crave. I thrust up, mirroring his movements, and my knot slides into her after a small amount of resistance.

She screams in pleasure, a sound that is like music, contrasting with the ones she made while she was in Storm.

My knot inflates faster than it ever has before, and I lose control of myself, fucking into her from below as Dario holds her still.

I know I look wild, sounds I’ve never heard myself make fill the air.

When I come, I nearly black out. She milks my cock, finding another peak, before her body goes slack. I’m panting, sweating, and I’m pretty sure my face is numb.

I have never come that hard in my fucking life.

Dario lowers our Omega onto my chest. Alex yawns and curls up as best as she can while stuck on my knot, rubbing her face into my chest.

“Love you, Omega,” I whisper.

She purrs softly, like a little kitten. “Love you, Alpha. ”

And then she’s asleep.

Once I rest my back against the wall behind her bed, I notice that it’s only the three of us in the nest. Dario piles up next to me and cuddles close.

“They’re making dinner or something. Said she’s going to be hungry when she wakes up.

Also, I think Matteo and Q were having trouble keeping their hands off of each other, and they’re trying not to tire themselves out before she needs them.

” The smaller Alpha curls up on my side, throwing one of his legs over mine.

The adrenaline of the show and the aftermath start to wear off, reminding me that it’s close to four in the morning. My body grows heavy.

“Sleep,” Dario whispers, tangling his fingers in Alex’s hair. “It’s going to be a long few days.”