Page 48 of Bubblegum Pop

It didn’t take long.

As the negligee travelled into the salivating crowd, the alphas still caught by their promise to be good, she hid her breasts with her feather boa. The song ended and she kept dancing, spinning fast enough for the boa to drift upwards before she stopped in front of the microphone.

Then she giggled, her baby blues scanning the crowd. “I guess that’s it for now.” She grabbed both ends of the boa, pink feathers bunching around her fists as she lifted it enough to hint at her soft pink nipples underneath.

Nipples I knew the taste of. Nipples I could never taste again.

I couldn’t look away. My contract wouldn’t allow it.

The already taught tension of the room rose as my alpha instincts grew, preparing to battle for dominance, fighting for her as she bathed in adoration from the crowd.

“What do you want?” Her gaze crashed into mine as she simpered. She could have been looking at any one of the fifty alphas in here, but I knew it was me from the way she licked her lips. She only ever made that face for us.

Cheers from various alphas went up around the room. The general consensus was the same: she needed to remove that feather boa before someone ripped it from her.

“Now,” she purred, “what does Candy always say?”

She hunched her shoulders, squeezing her eyes and fists, jumping in excitement as they called back. “That’s right!” She laughed as she spun on the spot before stopping to face the audience. “A day without a cock in me is a day wasted!”

Another collective groan rippled through the hall as every single one of us felt it.

Rage spiralled through the bond as the three of us sucked in breaths. I loathed that phrase more than anything else. I wish she hadn’t adopted it. It was fun to watch her prance about on stage, but then she said things like that, breaking my thin fantasy with a stark reminder of what was coming.

This was where we needed to stay alert.

I sent a pulse of energy through the bond, bringing back our focus, and the three of us turned our attention to the crowd.

Odin and Zeus had their tasers ready for anyone who acted out, and there were three extra guards behind the stage. The 1920s theme seemed to bring out the worst in the crowd, which was probably why Michael ran it twice a year.

Candy flounced, gasping as the boa rippled over her body.

Standing below a speaker, I couldn’t escape her moan as she pushed her hands to her stomach, the boa taut as she fed the ends down to her pussy.

“Oh, dear,” she exclaimed as she bent at the hip, her ass back, her breasts forward, keeping us all completely fixed on her.

My lips thinned, pressing so hard they went numb as I forced myself to stay still. If I wasn’t careful, I’d tear through the crowd to reach her.

But Zeus was in a worse state. His chest was already heaving, his stress hiking with every move she made. He’d been in rut two months ago—and nearly wiped me out with his desperate fucking—but it didn’t make a difference. When it came to Candy, he was always nearly bursting.

Odin threw me a warning look, and I nodded, concentrating on sending Zeus calming energy through our bond while Odin glared at the crowd.

Zeus swore he wouldn’t lose it, and I wanted to give him a chance, though we shouldn’t really have taken the risk. I was supposed to keep him level. I failed all those years ago, and I didn’t think we’d ever recover from the loss, not truly. We let him guard her every night, but only because it would be even worse for him if he didn’t.

Candy straightened, lifting the boa over her head and curved it against her body. She kept one hand on her chest, which barely hid her breasts, while the other hand slid to her stomach, the crowd leaning forward.

So close now. Just a little further.

She let out a gasp as her hand left her stomach, and the entire room held their breaths. Time slowed as the boa fell, caressing her left hip, leaving her G-string on display.

She perfumed, her moan caught by the microphone, shuddering over us.

“Oh! My!” Her hands fluttered to her mouth, elbows hiding her breasts.

A low growl rumbled through me as I tightened my fists. I tried not to laugh at how strongly she was affecting me. It had been two years of watching her do this, but part of me couldn’t get used to it. That’s what made it more excruciating, because we were constantly aware of her.

It was the same almost every night. No matter how much they altered the show, she would always end up in the tiniest G-string and nothing else.

It was as if I was starving, and every night I had to stand in front of my favourite dessert, knowing exactly what it tasted like, but never allowed a single lick.