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~*~αβΩ~*~
Getting out of the main house was probably the easiest part of their great escape.
Vegas took Pete’s hand in his and they rushed through the back halls and out to freedom before the guards watching the cameras could report them. Pete carried a backpack with the few precious possessions he cared about keeping and left his uniform jacket on his bed with his badge sitting neatly atop the folded fabric.
They got off the property and disappeared down the busy side streets. A sprawling city like Bangkok was easy to get lost in. A few blocks away and they were out of sight and impossible to spot among the other pedestrians and traffic.
Vegas slowed down as soon as they reached a busy street market. Walking at a normal pace they blended in amongst the people buying their fruit and veg and miscellaneous goods. Clearly feeling like they were out of harm's way, Vegas allowed himself to laugh. He surveyed the busy market and actually got distracted by some exotic looking fruit.
Pete, on the other hand, glanced back over his shoulder, his brow drawn in an anxious line.
“This feels like betrayal,” he whispered. “I should have just gone to Korn and resigned officially.”
“Betrayal is a strong word.” Vegas huffed as he set down the fruit he’d been staring at. “Who are we betraying by running away from all this shit?”
Pete let out a breath. He chewed his bottom lip for a minute before answering. “Me? My boss. You? Your uncle and your father.”
Vegas stopped in his tracks. Turning to Pete, he shook his head. “You want to talk about betrayal? My father’s not even at the second family’s house right now. He’s in Japan doing a deal the main family doesn’t even know about.”
“Shit.” Pete’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”
“That’s another reason why we need to do this now.” He grabbed Pete’s cheeks in his hands, shaking his Omega’s head a little like he wanted to kiss him. “Your timing was perfect,” he said with an almost manic grin that Pete didn’t return.
“Shouldn’t we go back and tell someone,” Pete murmured in a wary tone. “At least Kinn? He deserves to know what he may be up against, doesn’t he?”
Vegas let out a heavy sigh. There was clearly no love lost between the cousins, however that conflict had always seemed to come more from their father’s rivalry than their own.
“There’s nothing to tell Kinn yet that he could react to. Not really.” Vegas glanced over at Pete’s pouting expression and let out a breath. “I have Kinn’s number. If and when I find out more about what my father’s been up to…I’ll call him.”
Pete nodded. He was glad to hear Vegas was willing to help the main family even as they were running away from it all.
“In that case, are you worried about betraying your father? The second family?”
Vegas let out an amused sounding huff, but there was a pain in his eyes. Pete knew it well from anytime they’d discussed their fathers in the past. Again, no love lost there.
“It’s one or the other, Pete,” Vegas told him. “I just want to get back to the house, pack our bags and go.”
Pete frowned, following along as Vegas started moving through the streets once more. “Pack our bags? Where are we going?”
Vegas threw an arm around his shoulders and smiled. “How about a vacation?”
~*~αβΩ~*~
As spur of the moment Pete’s confession had seemed at the time, Vegas really did have everything planned out in advance. It was as if the incident had triggered a chain of events that the man had already stacked up like dominoes, just waiting for Pete to finally nudge the first one down.
Pete looked at the pictures of the fancy house Vegas had sent him. “Where in Italy are we going again?”
“Verbania,” Vegas replied as he folded clothes and packed them in his case. “One of my contacts owns that villa on Lago Maggiore. He’s lent it to me for the summer.”
“Villa? Lago?” Pete repeated the words with a frown.
“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Vegas said in English, further confusing Pete and earning himself a pout. With a smirk, Vegas leaned in and kissed his lips. “It means a nice house on a lake. You saw the pictures.”
Pete smiled and nodded. “Okay, I’m sure I’ll love it. Will we take Macau with us?”
Vegas shook his head. “No. Maybe next time. I called him and told him what’s up. He’s promised me he’ll stay at school until we get back.”
Pete nodded.
Macau attended an elite university in the city and had a dorm room of his own on campus. Vegas had pushed for it after their mother passed to keep his younger brother further away from the business…and their father. It was a good school and Macau always returned home on weekends and during the holidays.
“I’ve already arranged for people I trust to move everything to a new house while we’re away,” Vegas explained. “They’ll take my things there and Macau’s before our father returns. No one will come for us after that.”
Pete side eyed Vegas, trying not to look too impressed. “You’ve really thought this through, huh?”
“Pete.” Vegas stepped up to him and took his chin in hand. There was a deathly serious look in his gaze. “Never underestimate what I will do to keep the people who are important to me safe.”
Pete bit his lip and nodded. As if responding to his understanding, Vegas pressed another kiss to his lips. Deeper this time, he dipped his tongue past the seam of Pete’s lips and had his Omega moaning into his mouth.
“Come on,” Vegas murmured as he broke the kiss. “Let’s keep packing. I booked our flights for—”
Before he could finish a ringtone cut through the air. With a soft curse, Vegas left Pete in a little bit of a daze and fished for his phone. He checked the caller ID and, for a moment, just stared at the screen in silence. With a sigh, he glanced up at Pete.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” was all he said before stepping out of the room.
~*~αβΩ~*~
In the hall outside his room, Vegas answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear. He didn’t speak, just waited for the person on the other end of the line to notice the dial tone had stopped.
“Vegas?”
“Kinn,” he replied.
His cousin chuckled into the other end of the line. “I’m surprised you took my call. I’ve just lost a bet with Porsche.”
Vegas smirked, but the expression quickly dropped. “Why are you calling?”
On the other end of the line, Kinn took a deep breath before speaking. “I know that you’ve left with Pete. My father isn’t happy, obviously. Tankhun is planning a rescue mission, but I’m willing to help calm everyone down.”
Vegas let out a huffing laugh, shaking his head despite the fact that Kinn couldn’t see. He wanted to tell Kinn to fuck off, but he knew it wasn’t the right call.
“I assume your willingness to help comes with a price?” Vegas asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nothing in this family comes without one.”
“What do you want, Kinn?”
“So you’re willing to work with me?”
Vegas didn’t reply. Instead, he waited for the answer to his question.
Kinn eventually caved with a sigh, “I’ve got some intel on a new gang that’s shown up. They’ve been using one of your father’s clubs to deal out of. From what I can tell he’s not aware of this.”
“From what you can tell.” Vegas let out an amused huff. “If he is, he hasn’t informed me.”
“Good, then I can trust you.”
Vegas blinked. That wasn’t something he’d ever heard from Kinn before. They weren’t a particularly trusting family. “What do you need?”
“I’ve made a few calls, the gang leader has agreed to meet with us. He has no idea he’s been dealing on our turf, but I can’t just go in there myself.”
“My father’s men wouldn’t let you past the front door,” Vegas noted.
“Exactly. So, we both go. Together. They’ll think we’re competing for the same business as usual.”
It was a simple enough plan. They’d meet the dealer, find out information and that would help them take him down. The take down goal was an obvious one, no one got to live long after dealing on the Theerapanyakun family’s turf. “So you want me to come with you and help take this guy out.”
“Yes. And for that small piece of assistance, I’ll see about calming my father and Tankhun for you. Keep them off your back, as it were.”
Vegas sighed. He could live with Tankhun sending assassins after him, but it wouldn’t exactly be the quiet life he’d planned. “When is this happening?”
He could practically hear Kinn smiling on the other end of the line. “Saturday night.”
Vegas cursed. Their flight was set to leave Saturday. He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to rebook.
“Fine,” he agreed with a tut. “Meet here at the house Saturday to finalise the plan.”
“See you then.” Kinn hung up.
With a heavy exhale, Vegas stepped back into the bedroom where Pete was now sitting on his suitcase, trying to zip the stubborn thing closed.
“I’m sorry, pet, we might need to put our trip on hold for a couple of days,” Vegas said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.
“Oh? What happened?”
“I’ve got some business to take care of on Saturday night. I’ll see about moving the flight dates to Sunday.”
“Business?”
Vegas told him the whole story, reiterating his phone call with Kinn.
“Well I’m sure as hell not letting you go in there alone,” Pete said once he’d finished.
“Pete,” Vegas replied in an exhausted tone. He just wanted to do the job, this one last job, then Kinn would help make sure the family left him alone.
Pete came to stand up in front of him and placed his hands on Vegas’ shoulders. “Business is business. Let’s do this together.” He nodded his head. “One last job.”
Vegas took Pete’s hands and held them gently in his. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to Pete’s knuckles. The soft action was swiftly followed by a rough one. Pete gasped giddily as Vegas jerked him forward, pulling him into his lap.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” Vegas whispered in English before planting a kiss on Pete’s lips. He wasn’t expecting a response.
~*~αβΩ~*~
Saturday rolled around along with the wheels of Kinn’s Maserati as he pulled up to the main entrance to the second family’s home. Vegas greeted his cousin at the gate because no matter the invite extended there were still a lot of men who worked directly with his father who would love to claim the honour of putting one of the main family heirs six feet underground.
Vegas wasn’t surprised to see Porsche step out of the car with Kinn. Vegas imagined that his cousin didn’t want his Omega involved, but, Omega or not, Porsche came and he was prepared. Dressed in the main family’s familiar uniform, he was clearly ready to stand with his Alpha.
“Welcome. Come inside. Let’s talk somewhere private,” Vegas said, ushering the two of them into the house. The guards glared as they passed and Vegas had no doubt someone had already reported his unexpected guests to his father. Still, the only man wouldn’t be able to fly back in time to do anything about it.
No words were spoken as Vegas led Kinn and Porsche down the long elaborate halls of the second family’s eclectic palace of a household. They passed through a few doors and slowly the number of guards waned. Eventually Vegas pushed open a set of double doors leading into a small sitting room. It was dark with leather chairs set over a crimson persian rug.
Waiting for their arrival, Pete stood in the centre of the room. He nodded his head as they stepped inside and closed the doors.
“I checked this room. No cameras. No bugs,” he informed them.
“Pete!” Porsche cheered. “It’s good to see you! How’ve you been? Tankhun’s worried. Is Vegas treating you well?”
“Hey, Porsche.” Pete smiled and waved. “I’m fine! How are you?”
Vegas rolled his eyes. It had barely been two days. Of course he was fine.
“Porsche, we’re not really here to chat and have tea,” Kinn said, shaking his head.
“Should I have made tea?” Pete whispered to Vegas.
“Sit down,” Vegas replied, tugging Pete’s arm so he came a bit closer before plopping down on the arm of his chair.
Kinn and Porsche sat on the couch across from them.
“I got some more intel for you regarding the target,” Vegas said. “You must have already known this but he goes by Zhang. He’s always at the club on Saturday nights. Always books the VIP showroom in the back, either just for himself or with a few others. He likes to see a different Omega every week, so far no repeat performances and the club has a pretty steady rotation of dancers that seem to keep him entertained.”
“VIP showroom.” Kinn folded his hands in a prayer and leaned forward. “That’s where he asked to meet us. Zhang said to come alone. No guards. No soldiers.”
“I assume that was met with some disagreement.” Vegas glanced at Porsche who crossed his legs and draped an arm protectively over Kinn’s shoulders.
“I have a plan of my own,” Porsche announced. “The club has a host of Omegan staff who work as servers and entertainers for their Alpha clientele. I’ve already arranged a way to go undercover through some contacts Yok has in that industry. So you’ll have me there as backup if anything goes sideways. If all goes according to plan, Zhang won’t even know you brought backup.”
“I’ll come with you, Porsche,” Pete announced with a firm nod.
“Sure!” Porsche smiled. “You’ll look cute in their kinky little staff uniforms.”
Vegas turned to his Omega, shooting him a narrow glare. “No, Pete. It could be dangerous. I don’t care what Kinn is allowing Porsche to do, but this meeting is where your involvement ends.”
“I was a bodyguard less than a week ago, Vegas. I’m not suddenly some fragile little thing.” Pete took a deep breath, puffing up his chest. “I am not weaker now just because I’m openly an Omega or because you’ve claimed me.”
Vegas stared at him for a long while before letting out a huff. He turned back to see Kinn smiling at him.
“I honestly don’t really get to allow much of anything either,” Kinn said with a shrug. “Welcome to mated life, cousin.”
Vegas clicked his tongue against his teeth. He definitely had words to say to Pete, but he held back. “Fine. So we meet with this piece of shit who’s been dealing on our turf, then what? We kill him?”
“Tell you what, Vegas,” Kinn drawled. “Let’s meet the man then I’ll let you make that call.”
A slow smile spread over Vegas’ sharp features. At least he had something to look forward to. “Always an honour to receive such responsibilities from the main family.”
Kinn smirked right back at him. He then checked his watch and looked around. “Since it seems we have a plan and some time…I actually could go for a cup of tea.”
~*~αβΩ~*~
Pete had to keep from smiling too wide as he brought out the tea a few minutes later. He really did feel perfectly domestic getting to serve tea to his Alpha and their guests. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, but he’d always assumed he’d be pretending to be an Alpha for the rest of his life and that he’d never get the chance to perform all the typical domestic duties society prescribed to Omegas. Serving tea like this was such a small thing, but for Pete it was like ticking something off his bucket list.
He poured Vegas a cup before serving Kinn and Porsche and the group sat around, further hashing out the plan.
“We should leave first,” Porsche said to Pete as he set his cup aside. “The staff all show up around nine at the club. We should arrive with them and meet our contact.”
Pete shot a quick glance in Vegas’ direction before nodding his head. “Okay, let’s go.”
“We’ll be there around half past ten,” Kinn said.
Vegas took Pete’s hand as he moved to leave with Porsche. He didn’t say anything, but the dark look in his eyes screamed “be careful” in a way that somehow made “be careful” seem like a threat.
Giving his Alpha reassurance, Pete leaned in and kissed him before pulling back with a shy smile. He glanced over at Kinn and Porsche before hopping up from his seat.
“We should—” Pete stammered to Porsche who simply smirked and nodded slowly in return.
Pete and Porsche went back to Kinn’s car where the driver was already waiting for them.
The club wasn’t far from the second family’s home. It sat up the river from their warehouses in Chiang Rai. The brightly lit building overlooked the water. Neon and multi-coloured lamps hung outside, inviting partygoers off the busy streets.
It was still early and the club was just starting to garner a few patrons. The dancers and waitstaff snuck up a set of metal steps and entered through a backdoor. Porsche ushered Pete to follow him in that direction. It wasn’t as if anyone was checking ID, but once they got inside the staff shot them a few odd looks. A woman who seemed to be a manager approached before they could even get past the entryway.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
Porsche put on his usual charming smile and gestured between himself and Pete. “We’re new! Yok would have called about us.”
“The one replacing Praew?”
“Yeah. I hope it’s okay that it's the two of us. My friend here just needs the cash.”
The woman waved a hand. “Sure, whatever. The more the merrier. Patrons in the VIP lounge can’t get enough of the fresh meat. Go on. Get changed.” The woman nodded towards a back room that looked like a costume closet in a theatre, if the theatre in question was putting on a leather and latex version of Hamlet or some other BDSM Shakespeare production.
“What kind of uniform is this?” Pete whispered as he glanced at the other Omegas all getting ready in the back dressing room.
They were all wearing next to nothing, transparent fishnet or the tiniest scraps of black bondage gear. Every Omega had a collar around their neck. The leather bands would protect their mating glands from the occasional overly aggressive Alpha who couldn’t resist trying to bite. The collars thankfully covered the marks Pete and Porsche’s Alpha’s had left on them, not to mention Porsche had spritzed them both down with a high end Omegan pheromone perfume that completely masked their Alpha’s scents.
Pete set his clothes aside and slipped into a tiny pair of leather shorts and a mesh crop top. He blushed furiously. The fabric brushed over his nipples, making them peak hard through the holes. He felt more than a little shy in the kinky outfit, but when he saw what Porsche was wearing he realised he was playing it safe.
Pete’s eyes widened at Porsche’s choice off the rack. The other Omega had on a leather jockstrap that left his ass fully on display and a harness that burst like a star from the centre of his chest.
“What’s Kinn gonna say?” Pete teased as he eyed Porsche with a red blush tinting his cheeks.
Porsche shrugged and gave Pete a little smirk. “He won’t say anything. I’ll have him barking like a dog.”
“You’re terrible.”
Porsche only pursed his lips, clearly not arguing with that. “Come on. We have work to do.”
~*~αβΩ~*~
Kinn and Vegas rolled up to the club a few hours later and stepped out at the VIP entrance. The burly Alphas managing the door immediately recognized them. Their dark eyes shifted between Vegas and Kinn, uncertainty weighing heavy in their features.
“He’s with me today,” Vegas said, rolling his eyes at their dour expressions.
“I don’t think Alpha Kun would like this,” one of the bouncers muttered.
Vegas ignored that. He gestured for the men to step aside. “This is business. We’re meeting someone. The Alpha goes by Zhang.”
“Really? That guy?”
Vegas raised a brow at the bouncer’s reaction. “You know him?”
With a nod, the bouncer moved to let them pass, but turned a frown on Vegas. “He’s been coming in every weekend. Usually brings different guests every time. Don’t like the look of him, but Alpha Kun said he tips the Omegas well.”
“Sounds generous. I look forward to meeting him.” Vegas turned to Kinn then he tilted his head. They stepped into the club’s VIP lounge.
It was less lively in this back, but through industrial metal netting they could see the rest of the club in action. The few VIPs sat around, smoking and drinking, most of them had an Omega dressed in leather or latex by their side or on their lap.
One man stood alone at the bar. He turned to Vegas and Kinn as they stepped out of the entry hall.
“Mr. Kinn. Mr. Vegas.” The man extended a hand and they took turns shaking it. “I’m Zhang. So glad to finally have this opportunity to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Vegas said. “My cousin told me about you. We’re always keen to meet new entrepreneurs.”
“Well, I’m keen to expand my business. Shall we? I’ve booked my favourite room and ordered a little entertainment. Come, they’re waiting for us.” Zhang gestured for them to follow him through one of the VIP lounge’s red-lit side halls.
“Entertainment?” Kinn asked. “I thought we were here to talk business.”
“I’m not a man who shies away from mixing business and pleasure, Mr. Kinn.” Zhang smiled at him and raised a hand. “Please,” he said as he opened a red painted door and led them into one of the VIP rooms.
Vegas had been vaguely wondering where Pete and Porsche were hiding. As soon as they entered the room, he stopped having to guess.
The red-painted VIP room consisted of a set of black faux-leather chairs all positioned around a raised black platform with a red chaise lounge in the centre of it. Laying along the divan, Porsche’s face twisted into a smirk as soon as the Alphas entered. He stretched out with his head resting on one hand. His entire body was on full display with the way he had one foot planted on the chaise. He was positioned like something out of a centrefold.
Pete had chosen to sit in front of him, clearly sort of trying to protect Porsche’s modesty by filling the space between his wide spread legs. Vegas wasn’t sure if he meant to do it, but he sat in perfect shy contrast to Porsche’s shamelessness.
Kinn had trouble keeping his expression neutral. His jaw was tense as if he was gritting his teeth. He seemed like he wanted to grab Porsche and haul him out of the room. Vegas only smiled, his eyes flicking up and down Pete’s body in those tiny shorts and that transparent crop top. He held back a growl.
Zhang didn’t seem to notice the Alpha’s expressions, he was too focused on the Omegas before him. “The club manager told me these boys just started today. I love trying out new things, don’t you?” he said as he sat down in the chair right in front of the stage.
“Indeed I do,” Vegas replied as he and Kinn took up the seats on either side of Zhang.
Kinn didn’t reply to the question. He simply pressed his knuckles to his lips. His eyes were on Porsche, his glare deathly. As much as Vegas had been the one to protest before, Kinn now seemed to be the one second guessing Porsche’s little undercover operation while Vegas was alight with subtle amusement.
Vegas shot Pete a playful wink and chuckled when his Omega turned a furious red colour and looked away. As good as he was at being a bodyguard, Pete was a terrible spy. Sure, he was undercover, but if Porsche wasn’t with him, there was no way the club owner would have let him in. His discomfort was palpable.
Porsche, on the other hand, exuded enough raw sensual energy to make up for Pete’s nervous wriggling. He glanced between the Alphas before his eyes landed on Zhang. He greeted the man with a wry smile.
“Are you the one who paid for a show?”
“Maybe we should talk business first,” Kinn suggested, casting a subtle glare in Porsche’s direction.
“Come now, Mr. Kinn,” Zhang drawled. “No need to be a stickler right off the bat. Let’s have a drink and relax a little first.”
Vegas shot Kinn a narrow glance. If his cousin started acting like a killjoy, they weren’t going to get much out of Zhang. The man clearly liked to party and they didn’t want him to pack up and leave without telling them about his drug ring.
“Kinn. Relax,” he muttered in a chill tone despite the warning in his gaze.
Kinn cleared his throat. “Sorry. Of course. It’s just that I'm a very busy man.”
Zhang practically pouted. He turned to Vegas. “What are your thoughts on the matter?”
“I’m game for some entertainment. The little one seems shy though.” Vegas leaned back in his chair and nodded towards Pete. “I think he’ll need to be warmed up first. He’s tense.”
Pete’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. He stared at Vegas open mouthed, but before he could muster a word of protest, Porsche hopped up behind him on the divan.
“I can warm him up,” he offered.
~*~αβΩ~*~
Pete was red hot all the way up to his ears, but he knew what he had to do. He mentally reminded himself that he was undercover. He needed to act. He had a part to play in all this.
“Yeah, okay,” he answered Porsche in a tiny voice. He was nervous, sure, but he was putting on a coy act.
“You okay, Pete?” Porsche whispered in his ear as he trailed his fingers over Pete’s shoulders. His long fingers delicately brushing over his collarbones before dipping down past the mesh hem of his shirt.
Pete leaned back against him and hummed, nodding his head. How could he say no? They had a show to put on after all.
He sucked in a shuddering breath when Porsche’s fingers caressed the hard peaks of his nipples. His eyes fluttered shut as the other Omega teased his body. Pete found his hands unconsciously coming up to capture Porsche’s wrists, moving with him as he splayed his palms over Pete’s skin, dipping down his abdomen before returning to his sensitive nipples. Porsche pinched the buds between his fingers earning himself a quick jolt and a soft moan.
Pete had never played around with another Omega before and he’d certainly never done anything in front of a group of voyeurs. Knowing there were eyes on him, taking in his every reaction, it was thrilling.
Porsche’s lips caressed his jawline above where the leather collar wrapped securely over Vegas’ mating mark. The sensation of another man’s lips so near that erogenous zone caused a shudder to rip through Pete’s core. He let out a soft gasp.
“Why don’t you two kiss?”
The words forced Pete back into reality. He opened his eyes and glanced towards the stranger, Zhang. The Alpha was grinning around the rim of a whisky glass. Next to him, Vegas and Kinn were like points on a spectrum moving away from Zhang. Vegas’ lips tilted up ever so slightly in that sadistic smile of his while Kinn was a mask of tension. He had a white-knuckled grip on the arms of his chair, his jaw clenched tight.
Pete licked his lips and turned to Porsche. The other Omega was already leaning over his shoulder as if waiting for him. His hot breath tickled Pete’s cheek as he turned.
“Well?” Porsche asked, raising a brow. His gaze shifted ever so subtly toward Kinn before yet another smirk appeared on his lips. “Kiss me,” he whispered as he focused back on Pete with hooded bedroom eyes.
Without hesitation, Pete obeyed the order. Closing his eyes, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Porsche’s. Soft lips immediately moved to part his and Porsche slipped his tongue into Pete’s mouth. Both Omegas moaned low. Pete’s eyes fluttered briefly at the sensation as well and Porsche’s unfamiliar taste, so unlike his Alpha’s.
Porsche rumbled a pleasured hum into the kiss. He pressed a hand to Pete’s cheek, pulling him in closer. Pete wasn’t sure if he was acting or really just enjoying that much, but he got caught up in the whirlwind as well.
Porsche easily manoeuvred Pete down onto the divan until he lay flat on his back beneath the taller Omega. A muscular thigh slipped between Pete’s legs, choking a little gasp out of him that was smothered by their kiss.
It was strange to be beneath another Omega, but Porsche was taller and broader than him. Hell, back before Vegas and before he knew Porsche was an Omega, Pete had definitely thought about what it would be like.
Now he was getting a taste.
“That’s it.” A dark chuckle from Zhang pulled Pete back into reality once more. “Now get each other off.”
Porsche broke their kiss and snapped his fingers at Pete. “Arms up,” he said with a smile.
Pete obeyed and Porsche pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the smooth length of his torso.
“Someone was a bit handsy with this one,” Zhang said with a low wolf whistle. Pete glanced over to see the man’s eyes tracing over his still slightly bruised skin from his last encounter with Vegas. Pete’s gaze then flicked to Vegas and his Alpha smirked.
“Wonder if he likes it a little rough,” Vegas drawled.
Heat filled Pete’s cheeks. He turned away when Porsche took his chin in hand.
“I’ll be gentle with him,” he said for their audience’s benefit. For Pete, he leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I’ve kind of been thinking about it ever since that day we got drunk and woke up in bed together.”
“Porsche,” Pete hissed as the other Omega’s hand slipped into his tiny shorts. Porsche wasn’t as gentle as he’d promised, pulling them down Pete’s legs with a forceful tug. With the shorts tossed somewhere in Kinn’s general direction, Pete was left fully exposed with nothing to protect his modesty except Porsche’s face buried in his crotch.
Pete bit his lip to hold in a scream. He tilted his head back against the arm of the divan and gripped Porsche’s head. His fingers dug into the other man’s hair, fisting the short black strands.
Porsche had his tongue on him, all over him. The other Omega didn’t even stop to breathe. He licked Pete’s cock like it was his new favourite treat.
Pete kept his eyes closed. He could hear what Porsche was doing to him. He could feel it. Waves of sensation rolled over his body, intensified by the aroused scent of pheromones dripping from the Alphas watching them. Even Kinn’s anxious scent had given way to a lustful note, especially when Porsche pulled off Pete’s cock and started stripping his own clothes—if the bare strips of leather he had on could be called clothes.
Porsche dove back in and started kissing Pete, letting him taste the salty flavour of his own precome on his tongue. His lips curled against Pete’s as he smiled into the kiss. He settled his weight down over the smaller Omega’s body.
Pete groaned. The way Porsche moved between his legs felt unbelievably good. Not in the same way sex with his Alpha made him feel good, but there was something about being under another Omega that was freeing. Sitting fully clothed so far away, Vegas’ and his strong Alpha pheromones weren’t making him hazy. Without his Alpha’s growls and rough hands nothing was as overwhelmingly intense. Grinding against Porsche, Pete’s head was crystal clear and the sensations flooding through him were more like the safe ride to orgasm he had when getting himself off alone.
Being watched. That was a whole other story.
The Alpha’s eyes were on them, witnessing their writing bodies grinding together in the dim light. Knowing this had Pete trembling just as much as Porsche’s touch. Sparks tickled across his arms and legs as if he could feel where the Alphas’ eyes traced his skin.
Porsche stopped kissing him as he picked up the pace. Pete wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders, trailing his fingers over golden skin as Porsche rutted above him. The larger Omega’s narrow hips fit snugly between his widespread legs. They were both so wet from a mixture of the restrained Alphas’ pheromones and pleasure they were sharing. Slick soaked their thighs and removed all friction between their bodies. Their hard cocks thrust together on their lower abdomen.
Porsche grunted above Pete, his open mouth hovering over his as he panted for breath. He was so close, it was all Pete could do to hold on and squeeze his legs tight as Porsche started grinding down on him harder and harder. Then, his cock slipped between Pete’s cheeks on the next rolling motion of their hips.
Pete let out a strangled gasp when the tip of Porsche’ cock caught on his wet and needy hole.
“Oh ho!” Zhang’s voice cut through their moans. “I think the little one just got a surprise there,” the Alpha teased.
Kinn’s scent once more spiked with a mixture of both lust and unmistakable jealousy. Thankfully the other Alpha would probably just assume he wanted to be in on the frottage, but Pete knew the truth.
Porsche repeated his motion with a sly smile. Again the swollen head of his cock pressed against Pete’s hole, nearly entering him. He laughed breathlessly when Pete’s eyes widened.
“Can you imagine if I really fucked you?” Porsche whispered with a hot chuckle into his ear.
The very idea struck a high node. Circling Porsche in a clenching embrace, Pete came with a ragged cry. Hot slick sprayed across his abdomen and chest. Barely a thrust later, Porsche followed him over the edge. His cock spilled between Pete’s clenching cheeks, dripping directly onto his wet entrance.
With a shuddering moan, Porsche collapsed on top of Pete. He was clearly too overwhelmed to keep his weight off Pete, something Vegas would always make sure to do.
Pete gasped as he was pressed down. Porsche’s skin on his oversensitive body was searing hot. Closing his eyes, Pete carded his fingers slowly through Porsche’s hair. He almost forgot they weren’t alone until a giddy laugh broke them out of their trance.
Zhang clapped his hands, rubbing them together. “Yes. Lovely. See boys? That’s why I love coming here. These newbies are always the most fun. Omegas together are fucking gorgeous, aren’t they?”
Vegas made a vague sound of approval in the back of his throat. “Sure. I usually prefer to get involved myself—” His gaze met Pete’s as he said this “—but watching was fun.”
“Maybe next time,” Zhang chuckled, shooting him a sly wink. “I know the owner. I’m sure I can convince him to drop some of the stricter touching policies in this place.”
Vegas broke eye contact with Pete and turned to Zhang. “You know the owner?”
“Of course,” Zhang said, waving like it was no big deal.
Next to them, Kinn let out a heavy breath and shook his head. “Let’s talk business now, shall we?” he all-but begged.
“Yes. Business, Mr. Kinn. What you’ve been waiting for.” Zhang chuckled. Despite the two Omegas nearby still coming down from their post-coital high, the atmosphere in the VIP room shifted instantly. “You mentioned you have people who could deal and transport my goods in parts of the city I don’t have open to me yet?”
“Of course,” Kinn started. In a long spiel, he laid out literally every detail of the Theerapanyakul family’s business for Zhang. The dealer’s eyes widened and Vegas smiled knowing that Zhang would not be allowed to leave the room knowing the things Kinn was putting on the table.
Zhang either had to be part of the family or he had to die…and they weren’t exactly recruiting.
Kinn finished. Taking a sip of his drink, he let Zhang digest the information. When he set the glass down, he leaned towards the other Alpha and waved a casual hand. “Now that I’ve told you how we work, I’d like to know how you would see yourself fitting into our organisation.”
Zhang grinned at the offer. “I work with men who ship from the north. They come down the river and deliver to a warehouse on the docks in Chiang Rai.”
“I know those docks,” Vegas murmured. He shared a glance with Kinn. They both knew those docks. It was the second family’s turf. No one warehoused drugs in Chiang Rai without his father’s knowledge. “You’ve been working with Alpha Kun then?”
“Yes, Kun. He’s the man who owns this place. He said I could work out of this club.” Zhang leaned back in his chair with a chuckle. “He’s got quite the network. I’ll introduce you if you’d like.”
“He didn’t mention his family name ever, did he?” Kinn asked.
Zhang frowned. “His family name? Why would that—?”
A hissing bang cut Zhang short. Vegas still had his gun and silencer pointed in Zhang’s direction as his body slowly slid down limp in his chair.
“Shit.” Kinn tutted at how close the blood splatter had gotten to him. “Your dad just had the VIP rooms renovated, you know that right? I saw it in the ledger last month.”
“I’m sure the cleaning crew can deal with the mess,” Vegas shot back with a shrug. “So we know Zhang is working for my father and now you can confirm what you probably already knew. The man is a traitor.” Vegas put his gun away. “I am not. So, now that this is dealt with, what about your side of the bargain?”
“I’ll make sure my father and brother both know that Pete is in the best of hands,” Kinn promised. “Your father won’t be coming after you either. Not sure what mine’s gonna do to him when he finds out what’s been going on behind his back though.”
“He can do what he likes,” Vegas said with little emotion in his tone. “If you’re satisfied with the information we got here, then our business is done.”
With that said and Kinn’s nod of approval, Vegas stood from his seat and approached the stage.
Porsche and Pete were both sitting upright. The gunshot had apparently killed their mood.
Vegas took off his jacket and wrapped it around Pete’s bare shoulders. Using the collar of the fabric, he squeezed it together in one hand and pulled his Omega up from the divan.
Pete’s legs were a little wobbly from his orgasm. His heavy, blissed-out gaze made Vegas want to throw him back down on the divan and fuck him right there for the world to see.
“Alpha?” Pete whispered, clearly still hazy with ecstasy.
“Let’s go,” Vegas growled. The words came out low and left no room for saying goodbyes.
Vegas practically hoisted Pete into his arms, all but carrying him out of the club.
They were officially done with this business. They were officially out. And Vegas wanted to celebrate.
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