Chapter 14 #2
King himself looked every bit as regal as always, even in his casual attire.
His black tank top was molded to his body, accentuating his huge pecs and tree trunk arms. Part of a lion’s mane was visible above the neck of his shirt, its face flowing onto his shoulder and connecting to the rest of the full tattoo sleeve covering his left arm.
He had more ink on his back, but Bianca had yet to get a good look at those.
King sat back slowly and Bianca saw that his gray sweatpants clung in all the places that made her mouth water. When he looked up from his computer, she saw that he was wearing a pair of wire-framed, tortoise shell glasses with gold temples.
He'd never looked hotter.
“You have the identical office next door, dick,” King retorted, rolling his eyes at Dante. “Van is the one who drew the short straw and didn’t get a corner spot, and you don’t hear him complaining.”
Daniel sat across from King, his long legs spread wide as he slouched in his chair, lazily smoking a cigar.
He grinned at Bianca like he always did, sending a little thrill through her belly.
He was as heavily tattooed as King, with both of his huge arms covered in full sleeves and more on his chest.
“Viper has an idea that would make that up to him,” Dante said, dropping into the empty chair across from the desk. “Tell them what you told me, gorgeous.”
Bianca blushed again, feeling ridiculous. She managed to succinctly repeat her idea for Daniel’s workshop and showroom. She tried not to notice how the big oaf’s face lit up as she talked.
“On top of that, she gave us the day off,” Dante said with a sly grin. “And she wants to spend it here. With us.”
Cigar smoke swirled in the air around King as he examined her. His dark brown eyes were unreadable behind his glasses. He took a pull from his cigar, exhaling the smoke through his nose.
Bianca was suddenly self-conscious. It had been presumptuous to invite herself over. Was she blurring the lines of their arrangement? What if King didn’t want her in his home?
“Callum is coming too,” she said quickly. “We can entertain ourselves. I just didn’t want the three of you stuck at my place all weekend. You’ve worked nonstop for months. It’s ridiculous.”
“Come here, Countess,” King said in that delicious alpha tone that was as rich as his scent. It sent electricity straight to her core.
Bianca was moving toward him before she’d even thought about it.
King watched her intently as she approached, looking every bit the sharp businessman, while still emanating danger.
And Quentin King in glasses was downright slutty.
As she approached, he took another puff of his cigar before letting the smoke slowly unfurl from between his lips to dance around his face.
When Bianca reached him, King’s arm shot out with astonishing speed. In the next moment, she was in his lap, one huge arm clamped tightly around her waist. She gasped, her face inches from his as he took another pull of the cigar. The air around him was sweet with smoke and his intoxicating scent.
King pulled her face down to his, kissing her hard and deep, and igniting her core.
Bianca moaned into his mouth and felt a responding rumble in his chest. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together against the sudden ache.
When he pulled away, Bianca gasped for breath, surprised by the plume of smoke that curled from her own mouth.
“The workshop is a really good idea, and sweet as hell too. You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?
” King growled. He scraped his teeth over the shell of her ear before running his nose down her neck and inhaling deeply, making her shiver.
“Your pussy smells like mine, and I want to taste it. Right fucking now.”
The next thing she knew, Bianca was on her back on the desk, the papers and folders that had been there moments ago swept aside.
King yanked her leggings and panties off as he pulled her to the edge of the desk, set her feet on the armrests of his chair, and positioned himself between her thighs.
Bianca gasped again as he ran his nose over her slit, growling low in his throat before exhaling a warm breath that sent another shiver down her spine.
“Your slutty cunt is already soaked for me, I see,” King murmured approvingly, making her core clench. “Goddamn, Countess. I could get used to this.”
And then his tongue was in her pussy and Bianca couldn’t analyze the meaning of his words.
King’s tongue was every bit as firm and demanding as every other part of him.
He didn’t eat her pussy, he devoured it—kneading her clit, lapping at her folds, fucking his tongue into her as if trying to taste her very center.
Bianca clamped her thighs around his head, moaning and gasping, her back arching off the desk.
Just when she had the urge to reach down and grab a handful of his locs, Dante was there, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head.
Before she could complain, his mouth was on hers in an upside-down kiss that made her head spin.
Bianca whimpered, slick gushing from her pussy as her core clenched desperately.
A big hand cupped her breast and, somehow, Bianca knew it was Daniel’s without opening her eyes.
When had she learned the differences in their touch?
She didn’t know, but she did know that she loved being surrounded by their spicy sweet scents: tobacco, whiskey, and caramel, coconut and cloves, butterscotch and chocolate. Dark and dangerous and decadent.
An insistent chiming cut through the pleasurable haze, and Daniel and Dante both pulled away.
“Callum’s here,” Daniel announced, rubbing his hands together like a fiend. “This day keeps getting better.”
“Tell him to come on up,” King said into Bianca’s pussy. “He can watch Countess soak my beard.”
Bianca moaned, trying to find the will to protest. “King!”
“Countess,” he replied, thrusting two fingers into her pussy.
Bianca cried out, her core clenching madly as she writhed on his desk, wanting so much more.
King held her gaze, taking in her every reaction.
“Your greedy cunt likes the idea of Callum watching you come. And I like the idea of Callum watching you come, so you’re going to be my good little whore and drench my fucking face while your omega watches. Got it?”
Then his tongue was on her clit again, his fingers pumping in and out of her mercilessly, and Bianca found she did like the idea of Callum (her omega?) watching King eat her pussy.
She already liked that Dante had taken a seat in front of the desk to watch her with his onyx eyes, a smile playing around his lips as he smoked King’s abandoned cigar.
“The gang’s all here!” Daniel proclaimed as he led Callum into the office, laughing jovially, his voice booming through the empty halls.
He guffawed even louder when Callum came to an abrupt halt, a smile dying on his lips as he took in the scene before him.
Daniel took his seat again, gleefully glancing between the two omegas.
“Hey, Spider,” Dante greeted Callum in a low drawl. “Welcome to our web.”
“Evenin’, Trouble,” King said, lifting his head to fix the other omega with his dark gaze. His fingers continued to pump in and out of Bianca’s pussy, keeping her teetering on the edge of orgasm. “We’re glad you’re here and we want you to be comfortable. Are you comfortable, Callum?”
There was a long pause, the silence broken only by the humiliating squelching sounds of King finger-fucking her into oblivion.
Lost to sensation though she was, she couldn’t help but feel a stab of anxiety.
What if she’d dragged Callum into something he hadn’t wanted?
Even though she wanted more, she didn’t want to lose his friendship.
“Not exactly comfortable,” Callum said, and Bianca’s heart dropped. “I mean, my cock is trying to burst through my zipper, and I’m soaking my fucking briefs.”
Daniel guffawed again, Dante chuckling along in a cloud of cigar smoke. Callum stepped closer to the desk, tentatively leaning over Bianca. He brushed his lips across her cheek. Bianca turned her face toward him, reached up to cradle the back of his head, and pressed her mouth to his.
Callum hesitated only a moment before returning the kiss.
His lips were soft and he tasted as sweet as he smelled.
Anxiety appeased, Bianca felt herself relax even as her body blazed.
This was better than she’d hoped, better than she’d imagined.
She moaned, deepening the kiss, wanting more.
When their tongues met, her heart stuttered again, and her core tightened.
The scent of French toast and maple syrup joined the intoxicating mixture in the air and Bianca’s body pulsed with electricity, every cell alight in a way she’d never felt before.
“Bianca is ours and you are hers,” King said quietly, when they’d pulled apart to gasp for breath. “So, what does that make you to us, omega?”
Callum’s sweet scent intensified, making Bianca’s mouth water. She whined. Callum whined in response, looking surprised by his own reaction. The three alphas growled.
“Holy fucking shit,” Callum whispered. He swallowed hard before speaking again, louder, and holding King’s gaze. “I’m yours, alphas.”
King smiled, revealing his gold canines and a set of dimples that made Bianca want to weep. “Good boy. Sit on Van’s lap. I need to make Bianca come.”
Daniel sat back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. He grinned at Callum, wiggling his eyebrows, and patting his lap. “You’ve been a good boy. Come here and tell Vanta Claus what you want for Christmas this year.”
“Then we can all play a game,” Dante suggested, his lazy half-smile looking somehow ominous as he watched Callum settle into Daniel’s lap. “Poor little omega. Look at the size of that tent he’s pitched. Van, our itsy-bitsy Spider is uncomfortable. You should help him out.”
Daniel pulled Callum against his chest, reaching one big hand between the omega’s thighs to cup his cock.
Callum moaned and Bianca shuddered, pussy tightening around King’s fingers.
Then King sucked her clit between his lips and added a third finger to her pussy and she was falling over the edge, erupting in flames, and shattering into a thousand pieces, never to be the same again.