Chapter 12 #2
In another moment, the satisfaction was gone as King pulled out of her, leaving her wanting.
She could feel his spend dripping slowly from her pussy, which constricted painfully as if trying to hold onto its prize.
Before she could complain, however, there was another body behind hers and a pair of onyx eyes met hers in the mirror.
(Already Bianca was beginning to think of him as Dante, as though she cared what his name was.) Those impossible eyes glittered in a perfectly blank metal face, giving nothing away even as he reached around her and Bianca felt his nimble fingers circling her clit, making her moan.
She gasped when he plunged two fingers into her pussy, eliciting obscene squelching sounds.
“Ass on the sink, Viper,” he commanded, pulling his fingers free, his eyes never leaving hers as she turned to face him, then obediently wriggled onto the sink.
“I’m dying to fuck King’s cum deep into your filthy cunt.
Wrap your arms around my neck and let me look at you while I carve Pack King’s name into your pussy. ”
He didn’t give her a chance to argue, hooking his elbows beneath her knees and yanking her to the edge of the counter.
He pushed his mask up just enough to uncover his lips before he sealed his mouth over hers and thrusted into her, hitting all the tender spots King had so recently claimed.
Bianca was immediately overwhelmed by sensation.
He kissed exactly like she’d expected him too, which was unfair because she’d had high expectations, and he did not disappoint.
The pretty one kissed like a man who’d perfected the art of luxuriating in a partner’s taste, one who had all the time in the world to discover what you liked and give you more of it than you could handle.
He swirled his hips, sinking into her as deeply as he could, and Bianca moaned into his mouth.
He felt delicious inside her, moving at a languid pace to match their lingering kiss.
His fingertips dug into her hips, his grip keeping her from sliding on the counter with each deliberate thrust. Without thinking, Bianca wound her arms more tightly around his neck, wanting him closer, needing him deeper.
Suddenly, her head was jerked away, breaking the kiss.
Before she could react, King’s mouth crashed into hers.
He didn’t kiss like his packmate. There was nothing languid or patient in the way King’s tongue demanded her submission.
He tasted every bit as good as Bianca had imagined, sweet and spicy and raw.
Her pussy clenched around Dante’s cock, and she felt him shudder in response.
“Fuck, King, you didn’t lie. Her pussy is like a vice,” Dante moaned, making her clench again. She liked the sound of his desperate pleasure. “In every sense of the word. I could easily get addicted to this.”
King pulled away, leaving Bianca gasping, and turned to drag Dante into a kiss every bit as fierce as the one he’d given her.
He fisted a hand in Dante’s hair, mirroring the grip he still had on Bianca’s.
When King pulled back, the two men shared a look so scorching hot that Bianca’s pussy tightened almost painfully around Dante’s cock.
She was already dripping with King’s cum and her slick, and still her pussy gushed more.
The thought of the two alphas together almost pushed her over the edge.
As if reading her mind, King positioned himself behind Dante, and Bianca felt him nudging the other man’s thighs apart. She heard the snap of a lid, followed by a gasp from Dante as King slid into him. Dante’s cock swelled in response, making Bianca whimper.
King wrapped his arms around his packmate’s waist, taking the weight of Bianca’s legs, and holding her securely against the counter’s edge.
Dante readjusted his mask to cover his mouth, then slid his freed hands up her body.
His touch was gentle but firm, as confident and sure as he always seemed to be.
One of his hands paused to cup her breast while the other trailed up to grip the place where her neck and jaw met.
Pressing her head back against the mirror, he tilted her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his.
King watched her over Dante’s shoulder, his gaze threatening to incinerate her completely.
“Look at us, Countess,” King commanded, his eyes on hers as he trailed his lips along Dante’s neck. Bianca shivered in tandem with Dante when King’s teeth scraped against his skin. “Make sure you never forget who finally gave you the kind of orgasm you’ve been chasing since your first heat.”
“I want those pretty grays on me when we come, Viper,” Dante purred, his grip tightening on her neck as he pulled out of her nearly all the way before slamming back in, King matching his thrust. Dante moaned and Bianca cried out, stars exploding in her belly.
“I want to watch you take everything I have for you while you’re milking my cock and letting me fill this posh pussy. ”
Dante rammed into her again and again, his cock hitting her g spot in a way that made her quake all over.
He was shaking too, undoubtedly from the pleasure of penetrating and being penetrated simultaneously.
Two pairs of dark, depthless eyes watched her from behind expressionless masks. It was intense and a little terrifying.
King’s strong fingers dug into her thighs as he held her in place, helping brace her for each of their punishing thrusts.
Dante kept one hand firmly wrapped around her throat, the other teasing and tugging at her nipple, pinching it to the point of pain, then lowering his head and lifting his mask to flick his tongue over the aching peaks, chasing away the sting.
It felt so good, and all Bianca could think was it would be perfect with the big one buried in her ass and, maybe, one more cock stuffing her mouth. The idea made her core tighten.
“Dante, I can’t,” she panted, the shaking in her limbs growing too intense for her to control. She was going to come again, something she almost never did. “I can’t. I can’t.”
King released her thigh long enough to give it a sharp slap.
“Don’t tell your alphas what you can’t do.
You’re going to come again. From now on, you’re going to come over and over, all goddamn day long.
Every fucking day until you can’t remember a time before Pack King owned your sweet pussy.
Now be a good little slut and come on Dante’s dick, Bianca. ”
Dante slammed into her again. King’s nails dug into her hips. She felt teeth on her nipple, and Dante’s grip on her throat cutting off her air supply. King watched her from behind his mask, his dark eyes demanding her submission.
Bianca exploded.
Bianca erupted.
Bianca detonated.
She came in a powerful gush of slick, her hips spasming, nails clawing at the alphas’ shoulders.
The spurt of liquid erupted with unusual force, and Bianca momentarily wondered if they’d broken something.
That would explain why she was suddenly outside of her body yet somehow able to feel every single atom individually.
“Fuck,” King hissed, and Dante’s rhythm stuttered. Both alphas groaned and Bianca’s pussy throbbed. Had she ever felt this much pleasure in her life? Surely not. This was not the kind of orgasm one forgot about.
Dante swore and then the cold metal of his mask was buried against her neck as his cock pulsed inside of her.
She felt another surge of savage satisfaction at his release, her pussy clenching greedily, wanting to devour every drop of the seed she had earned.
His orgasm was hers. The thought made her tighten again, aftershocks of her own climax rippling through her core.
“Be good next time,” Dante said after a few long, quiet moments, lifting his head from her neck and pressing his cool metal forehead against hers. “Do it for me, because if I ever have to fuck you without knotting you again, I might kill someone.”
Bianca snorted a surprised laugh. Though she couldn’t see his mouth, Dante’s black eyes told her he was smirking smugly—from making her laugh or making her come, she wasn’t sure which, and she didn’t care.
This was what she’d been craving, what she needed to experience before she was bought and paid for and forced back into vanilla sex with boring men.
“You’re all cleaned up, Dante. Now let me take care of Countess,” King murmured, bringing Bianca back to reality. Dante eased his cock from her pussy, and King was ready with a damp towel to catch the slick and cum.
“If we had more time, I’d fuck all this cum back into your pussy. We are going keep you so full of dick and cum that you’ll forget what it was ever like to be empty,” he promised.
King’s words hit differently than he probably expected.
Or maybe he’d known exactly what he was saying.
Maybe he could see the void inside of her, the nothingness that had swallowed more and more of her over the years until there was so little left that she wondered why she bothered.
If King could see all of that, then this wouldn’t last long. He and his pack would leave her.
While Bianca spiraled, King dragged the towel up her thighs to cup her sex with meticulous care. She tried to squirm away and take the towel, but he stopped her with a glare.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Shuddering, Bianca stilled, cheeks burning as he cleaned her up. His hands were so gentle that she had the vague urge to cry. When he was satisfied, he lifted her off the counter and set her on the floor, before pressing his lips to the top of her head.
“Are you sore?” he asked quietly, searching her face.
That urge to cry was still there, and she didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just shook her head.
King nodded approvingly. “You took us so well that I decided to clean you up instead of making you go back to the party with our cum dripping down your legs. You should thank me.”
Bianca bristled. “You can’t be serious. We both know there’s more cum in there. As soon as I start walking around, it’ll come gushing out and you ruined my panties so there’s nothing to stem the tide!”
King shrugged, one corner of his mouth quirking up in an irritating smirk. “You should’ve come when I told you to. So, you’re dealing with the consequences. You seem not to understand that you’re ours. This will make that clear to you and everyone else. Now, thank me.”
Bianca’s face was hot, and she’d clenched her fists so hard that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. She was embarrassed and turned on by the thought of mingling with funders while alpha cum oozed from her cunt, as well as by the humiliation of having to thank him for it.
And she wasn’t feeling that weird need to cry anymore because he’d skillfully goaded her back into emotions she was more comfortable with.
Goddammit. This was exactly what she craved.
“Thank you, King,” she bit out through clenched teeth.
“You’re welcome, Countess. Make sure you pee before you go back to the party, but don’t try to push more cum out. If you’re not back in the ballroom in three minutes, I will punish you.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond, pulling her into a quick, hard kiss before heading for the door.
Dante winked at her and sauntered after his pack leader, leaving her alone in the bathroom.
She breathed slowly, feeling more satisfied than she’d ever felt, yet also hungrier than she’d ever been.
Not for food, but for life. For the tantalizing possibilities of life beyond her gilded cage.
When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she was surprised to see her skin was rosy and her eyes held an unfamiliar brightness behind her mask.
She could see the woman she’d been suppressing all these years, so afraid to trust her own desires and judgement.
Quickly, Bianca turned away. She didn’t have time nor inclination to follow that train of thought.
She had to get moving or King would punish her.
A delicious thrill of fear ran through her at the threat.
Then she remembered that he’d already denied her their knots and figured she shouldn’t push her luck.
Dante wasn’t the only one who might to be driven to murder if they didn’t knot her next time.
Next time. There would be a next time.
Bianca didn’t even realize she was smiling as she hurried to follow King’s order.