Page 76 of Bubblegum Pop

I knew I hadn’t fucked him before; I would have remembered his scent. Though there was something about him that looked familiar.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said softly, reaching out and cupping my cheek. “I’ve been there every night, and I've been to every one of your shows.”

I flinched at his touch. If it was two years ago, at the peak of my heat, I would be on my knees begging for his knot, but now I had control of myself. The only alphas who could make me submit were my mates, and I had to remember that as I sighed, turned my head, and nuzzled against his hand.

“Really?” I said, blinking up at him with awe in my voice. “Then why didn’t you ever want to be with me?” I bit my lip, tears welling in my eyes. “If you were really my scent match, why haven’t I met you before?”

Real darkness crossed his face as his hand whipped back, like the heat of my skin had burnt him. I had seen that darkness before. It was the same look that haunted me; ones of alphas who believed they were entitled to me simply because of their designation, alphas who were willing to do whatever it took to maintain their dominance.

Maybe I despised the betas who attended my heats, ignoring my cries for help unless I really was in danger, but at least they were there. There was nobody to protect me here, nothing I could rely on except for myself, exactly how it used to be. I’d become so used to the cushy lifestyle of the Club I sometimes forgot how hard my career choice actually was.

I had to stay calm. I had to see what he wanted, find a way to play this in my favour. There was no chance of escaping from the bindings when they cut so deep, but if I played it right, maybe he’d take sympathy on me.

“Because you never wanted me,” he said, his jaw tight as he glared at me.

I held back my heavy sigh, knowing I’d gotten his type spot on.

Alphas who needed their egos stroked were the worst, but it was part of my job.

“How could you say that?” I whined, shaking again. “I can smell it; I can feel you like you’re inside me. Our scents are perfect together. Why would you think I wouldn’t want you?”

That was the problem with a scent like mine. You could find strawberries and vanillas everywhere you went, so scents like bubblegum stood out, particularly with my perfume. And it meant idiot alphas like him thought we could scent match just because it was unique.

The chloroform was still fucking with my head, and I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to pay attention.

“I bid on you every night, but I know you blocked me. Those bids are rigged,” the alpha growled.

I dropped my mouth open, gasping in shock. I pushed my voice a pitch higher. “How could you say that?”

“Because I would have won if you really wanted me!” he snarled, and I recoiled from him, as much as I could with being tied down.

Like Benny pointed out before, there were nights where I’d asked an alpha host to sneak into the crowd and bid on me. It meant we could have a party in my room rather than spend an evening fucking, but it wasn’t all the time. We only did it once or twice a year so the other managers didn’t pick up on it.

“I don’t even know your name,” I said softly. “How could I fix the vote when I don’t know who you are?”

His eye twitched as his weak aura pulsed around him, his pride making his scent even worse. He straightened his back, pressing his hand to his chest as he puffed himself up. “Gordon Roberts. You must have heard of me.”

I honestly hadn’t, but all guests used aliases, and I wasn’t usually interested enough to find out their real names. Though there was no way I was going to tell him that.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “You’re Gordon Roberts?”

I peered up at him with wonder on my face, thinking of how sweet Apollo was when I sucked his cock—his strong fingers gripping my hips, the muffled sounds of his pleasure, how his hips jerked when it became too much and he came. More slick slid from my aching pussy and I moaned again.

Gordon picked up the scent, and his hand twitched as he reached out for me. I opened my legs wider, and he missed the grit of my jaw as I forced myself not to flinch. I let him do what he wanted as he pressed his fingers against my pussy. I nearly rolled my eyes as he stroked me, his hand trembling like a precious princess.

He lifted his hand to his mouth, groaning as he licked his fingers.

I tried hard not to gag. I was used to alphas of all kinds playing with me, but he was so foul I didn’t want my slick anywhere near him, especially when I still had Zeus’s cum inside me.

Gordon didn’t deserve it, not a single drop.

“I knew you wanted me,” he rasped. “I knew you were waiting for me, too.”

“Of course I was,” I simpered. “Even omegas like me dream of their scent match.” My body writhed as I attempted to control the ache of my heat pains. I had to be filled; I’d go crazy if an alpha didn’t fuck me. The only thing I could do was use it.

“Please, it’s so hot. Please, Gordon, I just need a knot. Give me your knot,” I keened, pushing my hips forward.

The cable ties that kept my wrists flat on the arms of the chair were burning more fiercely than my heat. I couldn’t move them. My hands were going numb, and I swear I could already see a blue tinge in the tips of my fingers. I had to get out of there.