Page 53 of Bubblegum Pop

All Zeus had to do was reach out and take me. His body was as firm as I remembered it, strong enough that he could pick me up with one hand.

I placed the coffee cup on the table next to me, sat up, and spread my legs. We didn’t need to say anything… it was clear what I wanted.

He was on his knees in seconds, his wide shoulders parting my thighs. There was a camera in the top corner of the room, pointed straight at us, though I had been craving them for so long that I didn’t care.

He’d been inches away, so close to tasting me, until Benny snapped, ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ from behind us, ruining everything.

Another memory that broke my heart.

Whimpering, I squeezed my eyes closed as pain cut through me. I lifted my arms, gathering the huge wash of fabric and bringing it over my head. His shirts were always tight on him, but I was swimming in light blue as I slipped my arms through the sleeves.

Naked apart from his shirt—just like I was after my first heat—I lay back in the pile, rolling in their scents as my fingers brushed up the fabric, and I found my nipples.

I was hornier than usual, and my nipples and pussy were more tender, which was a definite sign my heat was due. I had at least a week.

I was sure they were planning to leave before it came. My heats were pretty regular, but there were times where it could be triggered. Like when Zeus stripped in front of me, and my heat came two weeks early just from the sight of him.

My hand trailed to my pussy, pushing the fabric against my clit, sighing as I split my thighs and rocked my hips, imagining Zeus ignoring Benny, choosing to force my legs apart and plunge his tongue into my pussy.

I already knew what I wanted, and what I had to do to get it. I was done waiting around, tired of always talking about ‘the contract’ and ‘the risk’. I understood why; I’d read Benny’s stupid folder listing Michael’s body count, and I’d Googled all the names to make sure it was real.

I was tired of hurting, tired of resisting them, tired of the fucking drama of constantly being around them and not being able to be with them.

They had each other for support, but I had nothing.

I couldn’t let them leave.

Biting my lip, I stroked faster, pinching my nipple, picturing their hot hands and rough mouths devouring me.

I saw Apollo throwing my leg over his shoulder to eat me out before a show. Or Odin slamming me against the wall and pistoning into me until my hips were raw. Or Zeus pushing me to my knees and forcing me to suck his cock.

My body twitched as an orgasm came so hard and quick that I was panting, mewling, desperately wishing they were there with me.

The guests I served rarely made me come. It hurt being with any alpha who wasn’t my scent match, but I endured it all for them. Even one thought of them had me slicking. Apollo’s teeth on my neck, grinding on Odin’s thigh, Zeus’s fingers in my ass…

Wrapping my hands around the soft silk of Zeus’s shirt, I held it up to my nose again. Fear trembled through me, because, if I followed through on my plan, and they still rejected me, I wasn’t sure I could survive the heartbreak.

We were scent matches—mates—we belonged together. I had to entice them enough to make them give in, and then they would finally sink their teeth into me, and I’d be their real omega.

Ifound Benny leaning out the window of his fifteeth-floor office, elbows propped on the sill, taking a drag from his cigarette, and wistfully watching the smoke blow away on the wind.

“Morning,” I said lightly, as if I wasn’t here to wheedle a favour from him.

He rose as he saw me, stubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the sill.

“Candy, honey, what can I do for you?” He swept his arm out to the chair in front of his desk, throwing himself into his own with a groan. The chair bobbed as he rocked back, bending his arms over his head, the barest hint of his round belly showing from under his dress shirt.

I daintily lowered into the chair, all meek and harmless, though I suspected Benny wouldn’t fall for it.

“Have you already started making preparations for my heat?” I asked straight away. I was too anxious for small talk today.

He paused, sallow skin tightening around his jaw as he looked at me over the top of his reading glasses. “I’m taking bids, yeah. Why?”

“Is there a chance I can have this heat to myself?”

Benny clicked his tongue, the furrow in his brow becoming a crevice, and I instantly knew it was a no. Though I was sure he’d say that from the beginning.

He leant forward, his elbows landing on his desk, opening his mouth to speak, but I got there first.