Page 13 of Bubblegum Pop

Blood raced through my veins, every part of my body alive and awake. The whole world fell away as I took another deep breath.

I was here to train to be a perfect whore, and, in one moment, it all changed.

Their hungry eyes roamed every inch of my skimpy skirt and crop top, lingering on my breasts, my legs, my pussy. My nipples ached, itching for them to touch, to drape themselves over me until they had claimed me as theirs.

My omega instincts were telling me to bend over again and present to them, to show them they could take me any way they wanted. They could have it all, as long as they gave me their cocks.

“Candy,” Michael’s soft voice cut through my fantasies. “Could you please join us?”

Walking was a crap idea when my slick was already pooling, but I wanted them to see what they were doing to me.

If they saw it sliding down my thighs, maybe one of them would snap and fuck me right there. Or I could ask the huge alphas to lick it up while the gorgeous one let me suck his cock.

Releasing the pole, I walked towards them, head held high. I wasn’t going to hide away, even in front of my boss, who was giving me another unnerving smile.

I craned my neck as I reached them, looking up at the twins. The empty eye socket was seriously hot, and there were light red scars running across the other one’s neck that I already planned on tasting.

I hadn’t even said a word to them, and we didn’t need to. There was so much heat and tension flowing between us that I was ready to rip my clothes off just to break it.

The three of them watched me, breathing as deeply as me. I didn’t need to check their necks for bite marks to know they were mates. The energy flowing between them was enough to prove to me that they were a pack.

I lowered my chin, meeting the curious look of the gorgeous blond alpha, nearly moaning as he hit me with a bright grin.

“Candy,” Michael said, carving through the haze of lust that was already making me dizzy. Even standing next to them and not scour those thick muscles straining under their suits with my tongue was driving me crazy. “Be a dear and perfume for us, would you?”

I turned my head, blinking at him. “Oh? Of course,” I said, lifting my brows in surprise. I didn’t think Michael actually wanted me to when it was so obvious I was holding back.

I slowly closed my eyes, dragging in their luscious scents again. Focusing as I arched my spine, I pressed my shoulders back and perfumed.

Odin

The moment I laid eyes on her, I was hard.

We’d been working at the clubs and spas for years; we’d had our fill of tits and ass, but it wasn’t that.

It wasn’t the way she was bent over as we entered the room, ass in the air, the smallest strip of bright pink fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks, or how she rose like a goddess, hair sweeping around her, breasts bouncing, the smile on her face faltering as she saw us, changing from fake and plastic to burning hunger in a matter of seconds.

No, it was her scent.

Her scent that filled every corner of the room, and that Michael and Geno were somehow immune to while the three of us were going insane.

Bubblegum, rich and sugary. The kind that makes your mind burst and sends you into a coma. One hit and the sugar rush got me, throat tight, palms sweating, heart racing like a freight train, and my brother was the same. Except Zeus hadn’t had a rut for nearly three months. I had one last month, so I should have been safe.

A rut was part of our biology—an overwhelming need to fuck and knot an omega. If alphas didn’t satisfy that hunger, we’d grow more violent until we attacked omegas in a frenzy. There were plenty of services in place to deal with it, like Heat Helpers, Michael’s charity that matched up alphas and omegas, but it was difficult not to give into instincts when there was a sexy omega right in front of us who was hot and wet and asking to be licked.

And Apollo was just… Apollo. Outwardly, our pack lead was calm and collected, sending soothing energy through our bond to keep Zeus and me stable. Though we could feel the fucking riot of emotions he was trying to control, because we all felt it.

We knew what this was and, from the heady smell of slick spiralling from her pussy, she could feel it, too.

The second she stepped in front of us, lifting her chin to expose the gorgeous line of her creamy throat, I was already thinking about how my cock would slide past those pretty little lips as soon as she opened her mouth and said please.

And then she perfumed. And the world collapsed at our feet.

I shot my hand out, grabbing the back of Zeus’s neck like he was a dog, squeezing to keep him pinned as Apollo pressed his aura over both of us to stop us from snapping.

My twin was close to frothing at the mouth. He’d be leaping on her and tearing her open with his dick if Michael and Geno weren’t watching us with beady eyes.

We’d been assigned as her bodyguards, but there was no way we could be anywhere near her without fucking her senseless—not when she looked like a slutty sugar plum fairy and smelt just as sweet.