Page 49 of Bubblegum Pop
She perfumed again, dropping her hands to cup her breasts, pretending to cover herself while rubbing her nipples.
Odin was still firm, but Zeus was vibrating. He used to be able to fully control himself and could get through a night without too much stress, but now every show was a strain, and he was close to snapping. We shouldn’t have put him by the stage, but there were times where I wasn’t enough if a giant alpha in rut jumped for her, even with my taser.
As the show went on, Candy ran through the remaining songs, and my mates kept scanning the crowd, looking for any alpha who might fall into rut, or even just someone getting ideas.
There was an alpha near the front who was already shaking. I could see from the way his lips were drawn back over his teeth that he was growing protective. I wasn’t near enough to help, so I signalled to Odin and Zeus, sending a pulse of awareness through the bond, and their attention went straight to him.
I didn’t know what was worse, an alpha launching himself at Candy, or one who turned on the other alphas in the crowd and started a fight.
He was overweight, wearing a sickly pastel pink suit that made him easy to spot among the palette of navy's and dark greys.
“Ooooh,” she moaned into the microphone, pinching her nipples. “Candy is just sooo tired. I would so love to go to bed. What do you think?”
Which was her signal to end the show and the bidding could begin.
One of the club comperes waited in the wings to come out and manage the bidding war that always broke out every night she performed.
Guests were cheering and shouting, some of them already calling out bids. The three of us had our eyes fixed on the man at the front, who rose from his chair along with the other guests. He was keeping himself restrained but, when a beta brought out a high stool from the left of the stage, it was over for him.
Candy thanked the beta attendant, sweeping her fingers down his arm with a mischievous smile before twisting and plopping her ass on the stool. She spread her legs, groaning as she leant back and perfumed for the crowd with a giggle and wink. It took two seconds for the alpha to glimpse her pussy, and he erupted.
“Candy!” he roared over the baying crowd. “You’re mine now!”
Frothing at the mouth, he leapt towards the stage, but Zeus was on it. The alpha made two steps before my mate slammed into him, throwing him to the ground. More guests were cheering him on, yelling at Zeus to knock him out, but that wasn’t our style.
“I’m going to own you!” he kept shouting from underneath Zeus. “You’ll see. I’m your real alpha!”
Zeus rammed his taser into the alpha’s neck to subdue him. It was better that the other guests saw what would happen if they lost it, too.
Zeus was heavy enough to keep him pinned down as the alpha struggled against him, legs kicking, beating his fists on Zeus’s chest, though it wouldn’t make a difference. Zeus was built of pure steel, and it was sexy as fuck when he took charge. Another wave of perfume wafted from the stage as Candy let out a whine.
Zeus froze, his eyes shooting upwards to meet her hungry gaze. He pulled in a shuddering breath, and I could see he was walking the thin line between duty and desire. And he was close to releasing the crazed alpha and going for her instead.
Odin was there instantly, leaning forward to mutter to Zeus, bringing him back into the moment.
Sadness crossed her face for the briefest second, and she looked up to me over the crowd. My heart throbbed, the same pain reflected in me, sharing a dash of sympathy between us before she resumed her persona.
“Oh, dear.” Candy put a hand over her mouth, grinning at the crowd. “That puts a real damper on things, doesn’t it?” Her hand fell to her lap, and she simpered as she peered at the alpha. “Candy doesn’t like it when alphas don’t play nice.”
“You’ll be mine, bitch! Just you wait! I’ll have you one day!” he yelled as Zeus forced him to stand, pinning his arms behind his back and dragging him up the aisle towards me. The alpha barely fit under my mate’s chin, and his designer suit stretched over his belly.
“Promises, promises,” Candy tutted as she turned back to the crowd. “I only like guests who keep their word. Is there anyone who wants to keep their word to me tonight?” She giggled again, and the rest of the performance faded away as I opened the door for Zeus, and we heaved the rutting alpha out of the room.
“Get the fuck off me!” the alpha shouted as he wrestled my mate. “I have to get back there! I need to win her! I’m going to win her!”
He fought every step of the way, but Zeus wouldn’t let him go. He kept the alpha held tight as we took him to the sealed room next door that we used for exactly this purpose.
I grabbed a key from my back pocket and unlocked the door as the alpha kept at it.
“You’ll pay for this! Don’t you know who my father is?”
“Nope, not a clue,” Zeus growled, just as the alpha took another swing at him. Zeus snorted, raising his brows before he threw the alpha inside. He fell to the floor with a heavy thump, his skin bright red with rage. We’d shut him in there until he calmed down.
“You can’t do this to me!” He banged against the door as Zeus locked it. “I’m Gordon Roberts! Gordon fucking Roberts. The Prime Minister’s son! What do you think will happen if I report you?”
“I really don’t care,” Zeus said, throwing him a wink through the small square window. Any alpha who thought he could take on Michael was welcome to try, even the Prime Minister.
It was a good room, with everything he needed to mellow out, apart from Candy. We’d call him a car and send him on his way later tonight, free of charge. It was incredibly generous of Michael, considering the shitstorm an alpha in rut could cause, but it prevented the evening from ending with a sour taste. I was surprised Michael didn’t offer them another host because he could definitely make more money. But he never condoned bad behaviour unless it was agreed upon beforehand.