Page 47 of Bubblegum Pop

Anger burst through the bond as Zeus clenched the taser at his hip. We were only allowed to act if someone tried to attack Candy, but if anyone even touched the line between the audience and the stage, he’d be on them in seconds.

“Okay!” She laughed, throwing the crowd a wink. One quick flick from her hands and her dress dropped in a flurry of glitter and silk, revealing her curves, clad in the skimpiest, pink fur-lined negligee she could find. It barely hid her nipples as her feather boa slipped down her spine.

The dress pooled around her shoes, and Odin and Zeus stepped forward as the alphas in the crowd began to pant.

To make it worse, she kicked her dress high, and it landed right in the centre of the crowd. She watched with sparkling eyes as they descended into madness, fighting over the prize.

“Oh, no!” she said, exaggerating every word. “Wherever has my dress gone!”

Everyone froze mid-snarl as they looked up, captured by her, waiting for her next move.

“I hope no one steals it! That would be just awful.” Her hands fluttered to her chest as she gasped.

Candy moaned, sending out a soft wave of perfume that instantly sent them into a frenzy. She could be a monster.

She gave them time to fight, waiting until an alpha landed a punch before she cut in.

“Since you’re all misbehaving…” Candy simpered, pressing the tips of her fingers to pouted lips. “I guess I’ll have to….” she sighed dramatically, “go and change.”

Then she turned around, giving us a lovely view of her plump ass, caged only by the thin line of her negligee, and the hot pink G-string riding her tailbone.

My lips curled. I loved how she played, though the sight of the G-string creasing her ass was hell for us, and all those alphas craving her. At least they had a chance to be with her for a night.

Guests yelled in protest, jumping up from their chairs, some even moving towards the stage before menacing glares from Zeus and Odin kept them back.

Despite the fact it had been seven years since they’d won the title of World’s Strongest Alpha, my mates hadn’t lost their edge. Besides, working out and training kept us distracted from the endless riot of emotions that hounded us every day we were with her, but couldn’t touch her—not how we wanted to, anyway.

“Hmm…This isn’t very chivalrous.” Candy gave them an over-the-top frown, her hands on her hips.

“Will you be good alphas and behave for poor little Candy? Or do I need to leave until everyone’s calmed down?”

There were more hurried shouts before the alphas glued themselves to their seats like little boys in school. Though I noticed the alpha holding her dress stuffed it under him before he sat, hiding his treasure.

If I couldn’t scent her every day, I would do the same.

She grinned as she stepped towards the standing microphone at the front of the stage.

“Well…” Another finger to her lips, a slight pout, a cock of her hips, breasts forward as Candy wrapped her fingers along the stand of the microphone and pumped.

Once. Twice. Three times with a sultry purr, and every alpha, including me, replied with a groan.

Every night she held the room, and every night I had to keep myself from capturing her as soon as she left the stage, taking her as hard as I could against the wall. Preferably as my pack watched, along with whoever won her for the night, so they knew who she really belonged to.

Endless thoughts like those were another reason we decided to leave.

Candy drew in a deep breath, lifted her arms above her head, her pink nails flourishing as the feather boa slipped around her neck, bouncing off her breasts.

“Ooooooh… I put a spell on you…” The entire room was fixed on her as her elbows bent forward, her hands stroked her ears, curving to frame her chin, down her neck, and reaching the feather boa.

Gathering the strands in her hand, she tugged, letting her back arch as her sweet lips caressed the microphone. “And now you’re miiiiine.”

She loved drawing out the songs, making the alphas pant and beg for her.

She had four songs left, but it only got worse.

First the negligee, then she bent over to unbuckle her shoes for the longest two minutes of my life, especially as I’d been stroking her right there less than an hour ago.

She kicked them off and rose, turning back to us. Now all that was left was her G-string, and that bloody feather boa.