3. Candy

These alphas really knew how to live it up.

I'd been here six months and I'd never loved life more.

Michael Farringdon stuck to his word, which I totally didn't believe he would until about a month in.

After we left Stevie's, his driver dropped us off outside some grungy warehouses, and I was ready to bolt.

How was I meant to know it was the location of some high-class sex dungeon?

He called them ‘The Studios', where all his whores went to train. It was some secret underground club that had rooms for people to act out all kinds of fantasies.

I spent a month there, going through basic training, until they moved me on to ‘The Spa' way out in the county. Everything had a name like that, to make it more elegant. It's better saying ‘The Spa' than ‘the fancy resort where rich packs buy you and fuck you for a week straight'. But, whatever. They put me in a gorgeous room, gave me fantastic food, and I actually looked healthy for the first time in my life.

Now I was at ‘The Club'. I thought the whores that worked the nightclubs in Central London were fine, but the girls of Club Heat were a whole different level. We were tucked in the heart of Knottinghill, surrounded by flats and houses I couldn't even dream of affording. I caught glimpses of the people who came there to party, and it was full on.

At least forty floors, catering to every customer's desire. Except we didn't call them customers or clients or marks. They were ‘Guests' and we were ‘Hosts'. It was dead posh like that.

I had a week left of training left before they put me to work, and I couldn't remember a time I'd been happier. I'd come off two weeks of group work, where I practised brand new sex skills to ensure I could meet all the guests' demands. I'd been sure I was already top notch pussy before, but I learnt so much that even my mind was blown.

Once I made friends and learned their stories, it became obvious Michael had a habit of collecting people on the run.

There were about fifteen omegas in training at the moment, and we were all at different stages. Some were already six months in, while others had just arrived. Michael said we'd be assigned to a location after our training. New York was my top choice, though some of the other omegas said a lot of us were being sent to Beijing and L.A.. Though, really, I didn't care where I went. At the moment, anywhere felt like an adventure.

"Candy, darling, if you lift your leg a touch higher, it will be easier on your hips," Geno called out. He was an older alpha and in charge of my pole training.

As a former host, he knew all the tricks.

Geno had brought me in for a private session, saying I needed to improve my pole work, though we hadn't done anything new so far. We were just going through the same routines he taught me three months ago. But I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to learn more.

Geno was a classic Italian heart throb: green eyes, sleek black hair, thin stubble, and bronzed skin that all the omegas were gagging over.

Add that to the fact his scent was a rich basil that flowed around him with every step, plus his tight ass clad in black lycra, and you had one tasty alpha.

But his basil and my bubblegum would never work. Even though I was drooling over him constantly, it was just because he reminded me of my favourite food. My omega instincts didn't perk up with him at all.

I followed Geno's order. My arms by my ass, I gripped the pole, pushing my breasts forward; with one leg out at ninety degrees behind me, I tipped, swinging to the floor, my hair falling around my cheeks. My hands pressed by my feet and the same leg flew high in the air, toes pointed up, firm against the pole. My pink skirt fell around my hips to reveal the hot pink thong beneath.

"Perfect." Geno clapped, the sound bouncing around the dance studio. "Wonderful. Now up!"

I heard the door in front of me open, and male voices echoing, but I wasn't going to stop—this was my favourite part.

I dropped my leg, hands still on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, wiggling my hips just enough to position myself. Bending my knees slightly, I flung my body up, my head flying backwards, my hair soaring around me in a sea of blonde, a light moan spilling from my lips at the stretch running up my spine.

I rolled back my shoulders as I reached behind me to grip the pole by my lower back, posing for whoever was there. I wanted to see if I could get them worked up. Everyone here seemed to have a magic spell that made them resistant to my charms, but I guess that's just what happened when you worked in a sex club. You got used to it. Though it was still frustrating. Alphas outside the club were way more susceptible and easier to bag.

And then I saw them, smelt them, felt them inside me.

My eyelashes fluttered open as I inhaled, and I nearly collapsed.

Suddenly, the pole was my only support as I drew in a sweet mixture of juicy mangos and fresh passion fruit. It thumped through my body, straight down to my pussy. I bit my lip, cutting off the deep whine that was begging to be freed so I could show the two alphas who had entered the room beside Michael how much I craved them.

It was obvious they were alphas from the way my body lit up, hungry and needy, and desperate to be close to them. I pressed my thighs together, praying I wouldn't slick everywhere like an out-of-control omega who'd just presented.

The alpha on the left was huge, the biggest I'd ever seen. He must have been at least 7ft, towering over the smaller alpha beside him. I say smaller, but he still had a foot on Michael.

I was stuck against the pole, my heart banging, shock and pleasure racing through my veins as they talked to Michael. They were ten feet away, but it could have been miles. In an instant, I'd gone from dominant and sexy to an absolute trembling mess. My body was so wired that all I could do was keep dragging their delicious scents into my lungs.

The shorter alpha was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His curly blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes that could rival the clearest sunny day drew my attention instantly.

My body called to him, my omega instincts on fire, wanting him so badly that my knees nearly gave way. If I wasn't holding onto the pole, I'd already be on the floor begging them to touch me, to even just look at me instead of Michael.

I lifted my head, my gaze snapping into place as I met the stare of the huge alpha, my thighs shuddering as I released the smallest whimper. His heavy jaw was hidden by a trimmed beard, and, with his wide nose, strong forehead, and lips thick enough to devour me as soon as he kissed me, all I wanted to do was submit. His grey eyes danced with desire, matching the need that thundered through my body.

Everything was so intense. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, or why they were even here, but there was no way I could hide what was happening to me. Alphas could smell an omega slicking in a room as easily as sharks could find blood in water. If they were predators, I'd happily be their prey.

I straightened my back, hiding my quivering hands, trying to control my breathing. But it was ruined when the third alpha entered the room.

I gasped as I laid eyes on him. He looked exactly like the other hulking alpha, definitely twins, except, instead of two sharp grey eyes, a jagged scar tore through his right eye, leaving a twisted, empty socket. Pulsing desire lit my body as his gaze swung to me, sparks firing in through while his muscles tensed under his black suit. I was pinned in place, trembling with need as the bitter tang of his scent whispered over me.

My first thought was if the twin's dicks were the same size.

His scent sliced through me. Unlike the fruity blooms of the first two, his was a biting sting of lemon vodka that lit me up inside, swirling down my throat, filling my lungs, spreading across my stomach, and throbbing in my pussy. I craned my neck, as if they were already pressing their huge bodies against me, running their hands over me, and sinking their teeth into my neck.

Everything else in my life faded away as we absorbed each other, tension pounding around us, inhaling in the delectable cocktail of mango, passion fruit, lemon vodka, and bubblegum.

Within seconds, I knew. I just knew. There was no big fanfare or explosion, it was just there between us, my sinking knowledge that I was their omega.

Blood raced through my veins, every part of my body alive and awake. The whole world fell away as I took another deep breath.

I was here to train to be a perfect whore, and, in one moment, it all changed.

Their hungry eyes roamed every inch of my skimpy skirt and crop top, lingering on my breasts, my legs, my pussy. My nipples ached, itching for them to touch, to drape themselves over me until they had claimed me as theirs.

My omega instincts were telling me to bend over again and present to them, to show them they could take me any way they wanted. They could have it all, as long as they gave me their cocks.

"Candy," Michael's soft voice cut through my fantasies. "Could you please join us?"

Walking was a crap idea when my slick was already pooling, but I wanted them to see what they were doing to me.

If they saw it sliding down my thighs, maybe one of them would snap and fuck me right there. Or I could ask the huge alphas to lick it up while the gorgeous one let me suck his cock.

Releasing the pole, I walked towards them, head held high. I wasn't going to hide away, even in front of my boss, who was giving me another unnerving smile.

I craned my neck as I reached them, looking up at the twins. The empty eye socket was seriously hot, and there were light red scars running across the other one's neck that I already planned on tasting.

I hadn't even said a word to them, and we didn't need to. There was so much heat and tension flowing between us that I was ready to rip my clothes off just to break it.

The three of them watched me, breathing as deeply as me. I didn't need to check their necks for bite marks to know they were mates. The energy flowing between them was enough to prove to me that they were a pack.

I lowered my chin, meeting the curious look of the gorgeous blond alpha, nearly moaning as he hit me with a bright grin.

"Candy," Michael said, carving through the haze of lust that was already making me dizzy. Even standing next to them and not scour those thick muscles straining under their suits with my tongue was driving me crazy. "Be a dear and perfume for us, would you?"

I turned my head, blinking at him. "Oh? Of course," I said, lifting my brows in surprise. I didn't think Michael actually wanted me to when it was so obvious I was holding back.

I slowly closed my eyes, dragging in their luscious scents again. Focusing as I arched my spine, I pressed my shoulders back and perfumed.