All I wanted to do was blow off some steam at a concert. I didn’t expect to meet my scent matches. Before we even know each other’s names, my three alphas and I secretly see just how much dirty stuff we can get away with.
In public.
Surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans.
And then they take me to their place to make me one of the pack.
Mating Dance is a MMFF whychoose contemporary omegaverse set in the Port Haven Omegaverse. It deals with adult subject matter and is for mature readers only. Please visit the Port Haven Omegaverse website for a list of content.
Mating Dance
By Lilith K Duat
CHAPTER 1
It had been a crappy day. A lot of people browsing, but very few sales. No one appreciates the actual value of original artwork. Any profit I do make doesn’t come close to covering the cost of paint, canvas and other supplies. Forget about being compensated for the time it takes to make art.
Add to the fact that I’m clearly an omega, and can get a cushy government payout every month and low rent in high-end real estate, well, pockets seem to magically sew themselves shut. Or they open up for a night with an omega. Did that once. Never again.
The stalls at the outdoor town market were closing up. I procrastinated the tear down in hopes that any final straggler’s eyes would roam across my display and find just the perfect painting for their den or nest and buy it.
No such luck.
“How were sales, Cai?”
I looked over to the nice ladies in the stall two spaces away from me. They were packing away their merchandise; pottery. Unique mugs, vases, plates and things like that, complete with a potter's wheel for live demonstrations.
I hated being called Cai. It's one of the most overused names on the planet. It's our generation’s John. But, the pottery women have never been anything but kind to me, so I let it slide.
“Eh,” I shrugged. “Who wants to lug around awkward canvases when they can just carry an ice slushy and show off their new Ask Me About My Big Dinghy t-shirt?”
She frowned with sympathy. “Sorry about that, dear. But it’ll pick up next month, right?”
I forced a tight smile and nodded.
Next month.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that this might be my last hurrah, not sure I can afford a stall next month.
With a defeated sigh, I popped a wireless earbud into my ear and turned on my Scent of the Senseless playlist before I went through the motions of closing up shop. I started taking the canvases off their hooks and putting them in their milk crates and portfolio bags.
Maybe next time. Or maybe I should just give up.
I shook my head and took down the vinyl banner with Fine Art by Caira in big gold letters, folded it, then did the same with the black tablecloth that I had purposefully spattered in gold and blue paint.
I wouldn’t let this pull me under. The day wasn’t over. Tonight, I was going to see Scent of the Senseless live, and that was sure to lift my dying spirit.