Just before I do, I catch a glimpse through one of the peepholes of the Alpha doing the rutting. He has long white hair and a massive set of shoulders. It’s not Stesha, but it looks like him. I feel a rush of heat low in my belly. I’ve never seen an Alpha rutting anyone before. Well, I’ve seen dragons rutting, but that doesn’t count. An Alpha who looks like Stesha…
I bite my lip, trying to decide what to do. I paid nine silvers to see what’s happening in this room. Everyone else is looking. What’s the harm in one little peep?
I draw closer to the wall with the cutouts, and then closer still. Through one of the holes, I see two completely naked figures. A white-haired Alpha similar in size and physique to Stesha, though not as handsome, is standing over and rigorously pounding a dark-haired woman who is flat on her back on a padded table. She’s clearly having the time of her life.
My knees feel weak at the sight of his cock. It’s shocking and beautiful what he’s doing to the Beta, and he’s so large and vigorous that it should hurt, but it’s apparent that the woman is loving every single thrust. I press my hands against the wall, sink down onto a stool, and take advantage of another of thewall’s cutouts. The Alpha’s knot is bigger than his fist, and it’s slamming against the woman with every stroke of his cock.
Judging by the intense focus on the Alpha’s face, I seem to have come in toward the end of things. He’s breathing hard, and there’s sweat dripping down his muscular chest and back. His groans become deeper. He squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head back. A moment later he growls through gritted teeth, and his thrusts are short, sharp, and urgent inside the woman. His muscles ripple and tauten, and then he relaxes with a groan and slows down. He pulls out of the Beta, his cock glistening with her wetness and his seed. He pats her thigh, murmurs a word to her, and then turns away.
I realize I’m clasping the stool I’m sitting on with both hands, my knees are pressed tightly together, and my heart is pounding in my core. I can’t believe what I just witnessed. All around me, the other onlookers are stepping back from the holes, fanning their faces, whispering to each other, and smiling. No one is leaving, so neither do I. But what more can possibly happen?
Is he going to do thatagain?
The Alpha paces languidly up and down the room, still completely naked, and still hard. There’s a tilt to the corner of his lips as if he’s enjoying himself greatly. He must know there are about two dozen people watching him, and apparently that’s very pleasing to him. There’s a barrel full of water in the corner where he cleans the sweat and cum from his body. Meanwhile, the woman sits up with a smile, fluffs her dark hair, and walks out of the room via a door at the back. The Alpha drinks a ladleful of water while we all appreciate a view of his muscular ass.
“Will he rest now?” a woman whispers.
The man next to her shakes his head. “She was only the third. He’ll go again right away.”
“Oh, good,” the woman replies, turning her attention back to the Alpha.
The Alpha paces up and down again, unhurried, stretching his upper back muscles. I can hear him breathing. As he walks, his thickened cock slaps against his thighs. It’s all too easy to imagine that he’s Stesha, and I squirm in my seat. His scent is so different from Stesha’s, more spicy than smoky, but not unpleasant.
He moves closer to where I’m sitting until his knot is all that I can see. Every vein. The mouthwatering thickness of his cock. By the gods, he’s huge.
Everyone’s looking in, and I’ve forgotten that the Alpha can also see out.
“Why, hello,” a deep, amused voice says over my head.
I lift my eyes to the Alpha’s light brown ones, and I realize he’s smiling down at me through one of the cutouts. He’s a good-looking Alpha, and his body is divine, though he’s not as glacially handsome as Stesha.
“Hello,” I say hesitantly.
“You smell good, little one. Why are you sitting on that side of the wall when you could be in here with me?” His eyes are sharp and hungry, but his smile is kind.
“I’m…I’m just watching. I shouldn’t even be here.” I laugh nervously.
He laughs softly as well, a deep, rich sound. The people on either side of me nudge each other and whisper behind their hands.
“Are you a dragonrider?” he asks.
“How did you know?”
“I can smell it in your scent. See it in your bright dragon eyes. I love dragonriders. They’re the most beautiful Maledinni in the city, and you’re…” He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. “So aroused.”
I feel my face turn crimson. I didn’t realize anyone would be able to tell how much being in Stesha’s arms and then watching this Alpha have sex with a dark-haired woman turned me on.
“Oh, how adorable. You’re shy. I haven’t met a shy Beta in so long. My name is Oren.”
“I’m…I’m Zenevieve.”
He crouches down so our faces are on the same level, and my stomach swoops at the intimacy in his gaze.
“I don’t think you’d like to come in here, Zenevieve, but there are plenty of private rooms in this ruthouse. You don’t have to be on display for the others to see. You can just be for me.”
There are a few exclamations of protest from the people around us, and someone calls out that they paid good money to watch Oren.
Oren’s expression darkens, and he raises his voice in warning. “Do you think it is your right to watch me? Your coin is nothing. I do this because it amuses me, but one more word from any of you and you shall never see me in here again.”
