17. Odin

The worst part of the night was finally over. An alpha pair won the bid, and the other guests trailed out, some leaving, others buying different omegas for the night so they could fuck until they were satisfied. Zeus and Apollo usually devoured each other after every show, too. Both of them were so pent-up after watching her that they needed the release. Apollo always wanted me to join them, but even after so many years, I still felt like the extra.

I was backstage, at the bottom of the steps, waiting to escort her to her boudoir, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

Because Candy had steadily been growing worse.

Apollo told her last week we were leaving and ever since, she'd ramped herself up, focused on tipping us over the edge.

Her seventh heat was nearly here. We'd gone through this enough times with her that it had become beyond painful.

At first, Michael tortured us by making us guard her rooms nonstop, like we had during her first one. For her fourth heat, he finally gave us a break, but the three of us went insane knowing other alphas were standing outside her door, protecting her. No matter how difficult it was guarding her mid-heat, it was better than discovering something had happened when it was too late.

We had been taking care of her solidly for years. We used to split our time between her and the other omegas, but Candy threw tantrums until the managers agreed no one would guard her apart from us.

We had to have a break. Zeus, especially. She had pressed herself up against him yesterday and tried to drag him into a broom closet. If I hadn't caught them, he wouldn't have hesitated sticking his dick in her, which was the main reason we were leaving.

It was going to be difficult, but Rio would be good for us. Zeus and I could go surfing, mountain biking, sky-diving, and whatever other sports we could find, while Apollo could sit on the beach and soak up the sun and actually really relax for once in his life. We could spend time burning off our energy and not get worked up about being away from Candy for so long.

Which was the plan, but Candy was doing everything she could to make us stay.

She stood at the top of the stairs in just her thong, holding my eyes as she slowly descended. My muscles tightened at each hollow thud of her feet as she drew closer. No matter how much perfume she wrapped me in, I wasn't falling for it. Being able to be by her side was more important than a night of fucking. If Benny or Michael caught us with her again, that was it. We were out, carted off to God knows where, and left pining for her until our contract was over. And that was the mild punishment. At least if we went to Rio, we knew we could come back.

As she reached the last step, I caught the barest hint of a smirk before she ‘tripped', opening her arms the moment I reacted, falling against me, pressing her naked body to my suit as I grabbed her.

Did I say the bidding was the worst part of the night?

I meant this.

"Odin," she whined, a quick rub against my shirt before she moulded her body to mine. She ground her pussy into my thigh, the fresh smell of slick oozing off her. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I held her, already fighting my alpha instincts to ram myself inside her.

She knew I wouldn't fall for her tricks, which meant she could act out with me.

Her firm nipples poked through my white shirt, her ass shaking, biting her lip as she looked at me desperately. "Please, Odin… I want…"

"No." I shook my head, steeling myself for this battle, peeling her fingers off me and forcing myself to release her body.

It didn't matter that her scent was so heavy I could barely move. All I had to do was say no, and she could do whatever she wanted to me, because I trusted her not to go too far as well. She'd slick all over me, and I would go home and either wank off alone or submit to Apollo's temptations. Either way, I'd finish the night with an orgasm.

It was a vicious circle I was mostly happy to be trapped in.

She whimpered, gazing up at me under thick eyelashes, her thighs caging one of mine, as another wave of perfume sent my heart and cock into overdrive.

"Just once. I'll never ask again," she said with a sultry whisper I loved so much.

Candy had said this to me every night for a week, and every night I had to fight with myself not to take her up on it. She was the best kind of torture, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

It took everything I had to grip her upper arms and remove her. "Let's go to your boudoir," I said, turning from her so she didn't catch my smile. I was hard and stoic at work, because if she saw a break in my mask, she'd take another shot.

My eyes dropped to the patch of slick she had left on my black trousers. Apollo would go there first. I was too turned on already; I wouldn't be able to stay away from him tonight. My favourite time was when he drooled over my cock while I kept the trousers on so he could scent her as Zeus fucked him from behind.

But it wasn't the same as having my knot buried deep inside her.

I grabbed a dressing gown from the hooks on my left, holding it out to her. "You only have fifteen minutes to shower and change this time. They went for fast delivery tonight."

"Plenty of time for you to fuck me, then." She pressed her back against the wall right in front of me, pushing her breasts forward, her hands tight over her pussy. I couldn't tear myself away from her. "How do you want to take me?" she purred. "Like this?"

She quickly flipped around, bending her hips with her palms on the wall, looking over her shoulder and spreading her legs as she perfumed again. "Or like this?" she moaned, her ass riding up, presenting herself and fluttering her thick lashes at me like the most delicious snack imaginable.

Benny had chosen me for this specific job since I was the most level-headed out of all the guards. Or, in his words, ‘You can hold your shit while most of us are dropping to the floor.'

This time I didn't hide my smile, and she laughed. "Come on. Just once. You know you want to."

She really was awful… and I loved her for it.

My life changed completely after we scent matched, because there was finally someone out there for me. Apollo and Zeus always had each other; they had their unique bond, and I was the spare. But knowing she was there, and matched to Apollo and Zeus, added a layer of excitement to my life. No matter how hard it was, what a struggle it could be with or without her, she was ours, and she brightened even the dreariest day.

I folded my arms, glaring at her. "Put the dressing gown on. Let's go." It would be so easy to grab her hips and thrust my cock into her until she screamed my name loud enough that the entire fucking club could hear her. That's what she was banking on, and no matter how delicious her tits looked, I'd rather lose out on tasting her than lose her altogether.

Her body softened, and Candy pouted as she turned back, snatching the dressing gown from my hands. She shrugged it on and let me escort her to the private passageway that led straight to the stairs to her boudoir.

It broke my heart that every night she performed, the outrageous bidding war ended with us walking her to the room, where she would spend hours in the arms of someone who wasn't us—but that was our job.

I focused on the corridor instead of the way the high gown rode up over her pert ass cheeks which I knew fit perfectly in my hands.

After a number of twists and turns, we reached the door of her room. Her bedroom was on the ground floor at the very back of the building, leading out onto the private deck and garden, and far enough away from the main road that she had silent nights. She had a special nest beside her apartment, her boudoir, where she entertained ‘the winners', swirling gold lettering emblazoned her name across the baby pink door. Another door farther down the corridor was the entrance to her real apartment, fit with a coded lock.

She turned to me before she entered the pink door. Gripping the handle, she gave me one last look, this one filled with real longing. "Are you sure you can't just—"

"No, Candy." I had to be firm. It would be so easy to give in, but her client was due, and I couldn't risk leaving my scent in her room, even though she had already rubbed up on me.

I stepped back from her. My place for the next three hours was outside her door, then the rest of the night was at home, with my pack, panting and coming, all the while thinking of her.