I’m definitely going to be pouncing on my alpha when I get home. Maybe this will be an added benefit to my new job.
A scent of musk and amber rises above all the other scents, and my eyes roll back as I clench my teeth together to keep back my whimper. I cannot fucking make those sounds for anyone butmyalpha. It is completely unacceptable.
I’ll bend to some of my omega instincts. This isn’t one of them.
I’m surprised when the notes of my last song float away, and I’m breathing hard as I lean against the cage wall. There’s a sheen of sweat along my entire body, exhibiting the fact that some of my dance moves weren’t as easy as I made it look. Flicking my sweat stained hair out of my eyes, I sigh happily.
There’s cash littering the floor of the cage as I’m pulled to the side with the mechanical chain, and then safely on the ground again.
“They loved you,” Hazel grins, brow raised at the amount of cash on the ground. “I’ll get this all into a bag for you and stash it. Atlas caught most of your set and was impressed. Lacy will walk you to his office. He wants to introduce himself and welcome you to the club.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say, stepping out of the cage. Glancing back at the pants I left behind, I hesitate for a second.
“The boss sees a lot more skin on a daily basis between all of the tits and ass around here,” Lacy giggles beside me, ready toplay escort. “I promise he rarely notices. Atlas makes sure we’re all safe while working here.”
I follow as she leads me down a back hallway to an office, and knocks on the door. The scent coming from the room almost knocks me off my feet as I inhale deeply.
I am so fucking fucked.
An alpha with an athletic body and strong arms leans across his desk, his lips hidden beneath his facial hair that definitely would cover my skin with beard burn in the best of ways.
Get it together! Your boss cannot be your scent match. This is so damn bad.
There’s not a hint that he knows as I stand stiffly at the door, my asshole clenched to keep it from slicking.
“Your set was great. Hazel said you were once a professional ballerina?” Atlas’ brows crease as he thinks. “That’s not the correct term, is it?”
Lacy pushes me into the room without any qualms before she leaves, while I struggle to breathe normally. As I’m forced to stand in front of my boss in a thong and chest straps, I ask myself who’s coffee I pissed in, because I really want to climb over my boss’ desk and present to him.
“Ballerina is fine,” I chuckle, shrugging. “It was really nice to dance again, even if my audience is very different.”
Atlas’ pupils begin to slowly dilate as his nostrils flare, and I opt for humor as I perfume for him.
“Bet you didn’t think you’d meet your scent match at the strip club today, huh?”
“Close the door,” he growls, his eyes tracking me as I nearly trip over my feet to do so. I also slam the lock into place, because I have a feeling he’s about to do very dirty, amazing things to me. “Drop the thong and crawl to me like a good little omega. I could smell your slick and had no idea it was yours. I thought I justneeded a thick piece of fudge and told myself I’d pick some up at the store. You’re my fudge though, aren’t you? Crawl.”
My knees hit the carpet immediately, not because he used his alpha bark, but because I want to do everything he asks me to do. I can’t think of anything else as I chuck off my thong, my slick escaping my asshole readily as I stop fighting this attraction. Standing to watch, Atlas licks his lips as I prowl in his direction.
He may think he’s calling the shots, but my body is something he wants to sink his cock inside. His erection is thick inside his dark jeans, and his green t-shirt strains as he keeps himself from moving toward me.
“Everyone watched you tonight, and I bet some of them wished they could fuck you,” he purrs, forcing my whine to escape. “There’s power in knowing they can’t, isn’t there? Your body can contort, you can shake your toned, hot ass, and no one gets it except for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, now at his feet and gazing up at him. His fingers curl into my sweaty, blonde hair, his gaze heated as he pulls down the zipper of his pants.
“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I begin to pant, my eyes trained on his dick as he pulls it out. It’s thick and veiny, and there’s a circular barbell piercing at the tip of it that makes my mouth water. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he agrees, dragging his cock over my lips until I open my mouth wide and drop my tongue.
There’s no more talking as his hips begin to thrust and our scents quickly mix together. All I can focus on is sucking my alpha’s thick head, begging him to gag me with his cock as he drives it further down my throat.
Willow and I talk about everything, including what we would do if we ever found more scent matches, or wanted to grow our pack. She knows it’s a possibility, and we swore we’d never bejealous of the other. Instead, I plan to tell her all about it while I eat her pussy.
Moaning, I watch as Atlas drops his head, losing himself to the wet heat of my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. So fucking perfect. It’s been way too long since I’ve had my dick sucked.”
