“We should go find the pack lead then.” With a sly smile, Raine started to step away.
“No!” Even behind Jackal's hand, the single word was clear. I grabbed Raine’s wrist and held him with all my strength.
“Oh, you want to wait until after the show?” Jackal guessed. “Is that it?”
Well, not really, but it was as good an excuse as any. I nodded, feeling strangely submissive.
“Come here,” Raine cupped my head and rested it against his chest, my eyes directed to the stage where Teryn was guttural screaming his lungs out. Jackal wrapped his arms around my middle and rested his chin on the top of my head. To anyone who might be looking, we just looked like a typical trio of alpha and omega, as common as any other. Except the truth of it was these two alphas were hidden in the deepest shadows between my legs.
The band played on. They were fire but I could barely register their scorching performance because of the ways the pair of alphas enveloped me. Raine continued to toy with the little seed of pleasure between my legs. Behind me, Jackal shuddered as Raine touched him in some way. I imagined he probably ran a finger along the head of Jackal's cock that was so brazenly nestled between my pussy lips.
Explosions burst forth from the stage in fiery columns and clouds as the finale blasted from the stage. The lights flashed and flickered like a thousand cameras. Then, it was over. The band left the stage, the lights came on, and Raine and Jackal stepped away from me.
I shivered, feeling suddenly alone and exposed, my ass hanging out of my torn jeans, my slick a dark spot that had seeped down to my knees. Then, I was covered in warm leather that smelled of vanilla, coconut and macadamia nuts. A long coat was draped over my shoulders and covered my shame. I looked to the scent and saw the most beautiful witchy woman to ever walk the world.
“This is what you brought me, boys?” she tossed her wild platinum waves of hair from her eyes. “I’m impressed.”
She lifted her hands to the spiked collar and chain leash around her neck. She undid the thick leather strap and rested it in her upturned palms as if presenting it to me.
"Here. Wear this.” She tucked a lock of purple behind my ear. “We would hate to lose you."
The scent of vanilla-soaked shaved coconut and macadamia nuts made my brain buzz, like I had taken a huge rip from a bong. I looked from the offering to her eyes. Green, like leaves, and bright against her wild pale hair.
I looked down at the collar, unsure of what to do. If I took it, was I making a deal? Would I become this pack's omega?
"Don't worry. It's just a collar."
It was like she could read my thoughts.
I gave a single nod of my head.
One of the male alphas gathered my two-toned hair and held it away from my neck as she slid the collar around my throat. As she did, her shining black vinyl corset pressed against my thin and helpless tank top, teasing my nipples as her body slid against mine. Her breasts swelled in a perfect sculpt in the cups of her bodice with every breath.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
It took me a few seconds to remember how to speak, how to decipher language, or even what the answer to the question was.
“Caira.”
She buckled the collar in place, then clipped on the chain leash. “Good girl, Caira. Come along now.”
Chapter 3
We left the venue,and the grounds of the theatre, following clusters of goths and punks as they went along, hearing snippets of excitement for the after parties and hookups through clouds of weed behind them.
My heart slammed into my throat when I thought about how I would get home, then I remembered that I didn’t bring my car to the concert hall.
In recent years, Port Haven became a very walkable city, with good public transportation, so I wasn’t leaving anything behind. There was absolutely nothing worse than the post-concert traffic crawl. So, I was free to follow these alphas anywhere, in any way they wanted.
As we walked, the guys caught up and I took in the pack fully. Raine’s hair was a deep, chocolatey brown, with hints of dangerous red. His eyes were blue, like water, like his name.
Jackal was taller, with a deep purple mohawk that, tonight, was no longer erect. His hair was a tangle of silk on an otherwise naked scalp. He had cheekbones that demanded attention. He seemed intimidating, itching for violence. I would have normallysteered clear, wouldn’t have let my curiosity get the better of me, if I hadn’t been reassured by the DIY t-shirt that peeked out from under his plaid flannel. It was a stencil of the logo of an anti-Alpha and Omega organization tossed into a wire waste paper basket, bright red flames burning it away.
And the female that led me by a leash? She was long-legged and her vinyl dress shone under the headlights and street lamps that beamed all around us, making the dress seem to move like liquid. Her blonde hair was wild and mane-like.
“What’s your name?” I found the courage to ask.
She looked over her shoulder at me and offered a curve of her pale pink lips. “Athame,” she answered.
