Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Bianca
Bianca was out of breath by the time she reached the basement. Her heart hammered in her chest and the adrenaline coursing through her veins had her practically vibrating. Not to mention, her panties were absolutely soaked.
King spanking her pussy. Callum writhing on Daniel’s lap as the big alpha palmed his cock. Dante’s dark eyes full of filthy promises as he proposed this game. Callum’s bare, sculpted torso, and the way he kissed her—so tentative and sweet.
And Pack King hunting her, ready to take her however they wanted.
Bianca pressed her thighs together. She forced herself to look around the dim basement and think. She would not, could not, make this easy for them. She wouldn’t be satisfied unless they defeated her completely, subdued her, pried her submission from her clenched fists and forced pleasure on her.
That line of thinking wasn’t helping her focus, but Bianca still found herself moving.
She’d instinctively followed the thick scent of Pack King to the gym, which seemed to have their damnable pheromones saturating every surface.
The smell both calmed and excited her, and her body hummed with electricity.
Bianca looked at her watch. It’d been twenty-two minutes since King told them to run.
She was out of time. She bolted for the equipment lockers along one wall, hoping to squeeze into a spot where her scent might be masked by all the gym smells.
The first locker she tried was full of resistance bands and foam rollers.
The second held golf clubs. When the next two proved to be full as well, Bianca realized the futility of her search.
There was nowhere in the gym to conceal herself.
She’d have to venture into the storage area and find some boxes to hide behind before it was too late.
She slipped from the gym, sliding along the wall to keep herself oriented in the semidarkness.
The basement was a maze, and the emergency lights didn’t offer much illumination.
The hallway she’d chosen opened into a huge room with steel cages along the back wall—spaces that would be allotted to the building’s future tenants for storage.
Furniture and stacks of boxes filled the rest of the room.
Bianca thought she heard rustling in the darkness, and her heart picked up speed.
She suddenly realized she had no idea what might be lurking in this basement.
She calmed herself with the knowledge that if it was a rodent of some sort, she could feed the disgusting thing to Lilith.
The thought made her feel a little better.
Bianca edged around a couple of stacked desks, trying to calm her pounding heart so she could listen for footsteps.
Had the rustling come from her right or her left?
Was she imagining it, or could she really hear someone breathing?
Her mouth felt dry. Everything in the bloody building smelled like Pack King, but the scent seemed thicker in the basement, almost as pervasive as it was in the packhouse. It was distracting and disorienting.
Ahead, a large armoire sat alongside a few old filing cabinets. A sofa was propped against them on its side, forming a little cubbyhole. That should be a good spot to hide. Bianca darted for it.
Immediately, arms encircled her waist in a stifling bear hug.
Bianca didn’t hesitate, didn’t let the sweet tobacco, caramel, and whiskey scent distract her.
She bent at the waist, leaning all her weight forward and lowering her center of gravity.
Using her momentum to add force, she spun to one side, leading with her elbow.
Her attacker blocked the blow, but he released her arms to do so, giving her the opportunity she needed to break free of his hold.
She heard the unmistakable rumble of King’s low chuckle before she took off running again.
She heard him following, and when she dared a glance over her shoulder, he was sauntering in her direction at a leisurely pace.
Either her eyes had adjusted, or King had turned up the lights, because Bianca could clearly make out the expression on his face.
It was hungry but cocky, sure of his prey.
She picked up speed, her blood humming in her veins and her body aching for his touch.
Occasionally King closed the distance between them, preempting her before she could turn down a hallway or through an open door. Mostly, though, he patiently stalked her, as if he knew he’d wear her down soon enough.
Or like he was herding her into a trap.
The realization came too late. Bianca rounded a corner and ran straight into a brick wall that smelled like chocolate covered butterscotch. King swaggered up behind her.
“Hey, BB,” Daniel purred, wrapping his arms around her and pinning hers to her sides. “Nice job escaping that hold. I taught her that, you know.”
“Let me go, you beluga whale!” Bianca protested, struggling against his grip. She tried to stomp on his toes, but he lifted her from the ground. Her feet dangled in the air, and she kicked him in his shin, but he didn’t even flinch. He just tightened his grip. “Get off of me, you brute!”
“You did good, Van. She surprised me with her reaction time. And there was some serious force behind that elbow,” King said, as if Bianca hadn’t spoken at all. “It seems our pampered little Countess actually has some fight in her.”
Bianca whipped her head around to glare at him. “Fuck you, Quentin. I wish I’d broken your nose.”
“That’s gonna cost you, sweetheart,” King promised with an ominous half-smile. “We’re going to fuck that sass right out of you from both ends. I can’t wait to see that smart mouth of yours stuffed full of dick.”
Bianca growled and thrashed against Daniel’s grip, but it was useless. She was like one of Lilith’s rats. She wouldn’t escape.
Angrily, she sank her teeth into Daniel’s chest, trying to break the skin through his thin cotton shirt. If the move surprised him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smacked her ass hard enough to leave a mark. Bianca hissed angrily.
“I told you I like pain, babe, so bite all you want,” Daniel drawled. “But since you need to learn a lesson in submission, know that I’ll be paying you back in kind this evening. It’s up to you just how feral I get.”
Bianca bit down harder before releasing him to glare up into his stupid face. “I’m not afraid of you, Daniel.”
“Is that right?” he asked, bringing one big hand up to grip her throat, cutting off her airway.
Bianca knew he could easily strangle her, that he could probably break her neck without breaking a sweat.
Her stomach clenched as her lungs constricted.
“Because you look a little scared, babe. You can hardly breathe, and you’re not even choking on my cock yet. ”
Bianca swallowed, the action made difficult with his hand wrapped so tightly around her throat. He was smiling again, but it wasn’t his usual goofy grin. It was something far more sinister. Bianca was suddenly very aware of how sharp his canines were.
“She’s scared alright,” King said against her neck, sniffing loudly and making Bianca jump. She hadn’t heard him come closer. “I can smell it on her, underneath the aroma of her slutty cunt. Our filthy little whore is scared as hell, and that shit turns her on.”
Bianca craned her neck as much as she could in Daniel’s grip, baring and snapping her teeth at King.
She didn’t know where this animalistic side had come from, but it felt good to release her anger this way, especially knowing that soon they’d force her into another type of release. One she so desperately craved.
“Jesus, she’s feisty tonight!” Daniel laughed, releasing her throat. Bianca glared at him as she gasped for air. He only laughed harder. “This is going to be fun.”
“Put her down,” King ordered, and Daniel set her on her feet. He spun her to face his pack leader, keeping one arm clinched around her waist. “Pull out her gorgeous tits.”
Bianca glared at King as Daniel pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts.
King stared at them, licking his full lips in a way that made her tremble in anticipation, despite her efforts not to show it.
That mouth had been making her come not long ago, and he’d promised she’d be fucked and knotted soon.
A fresh rush of slick flooded her panties.
“With all the attitude you’re giving us, I shouldn’t give you the present I bought for you,” King said, moving closer. “But since I plan to enjoy it as much as you will, I’m going to be generous.”
Sandwiched between two big alpha bodies and surrounded by their scents, Bianca’s resistance began to wane. King pinched one of her nipples and she gasped. He smiled, grillz catching the low light in the menacing way she secretly loved.
He pinched her other nipple, then lowered his head to flick his tongue over it.
Bianca’s hips bucked. For a few agonizing minutes, he alternated between licking and pinching her nipples until she was panting and writhing in Daniel’s grip.
Finally, she felt a sharper pinch right before he pulled away.
“Beautiful. I knew you’d wear them well,” King proclaimed, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Bianca looked down to see a pair of gold clamps attached to her nipples and connected to one another by a delicate gold chain. Daniel flicked one, and a flash of pain-tinged pleasure jolted through her. She squirmed, trying not to whine.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” King demanded, his brown eyes practically twinkling.
“For gold-plated jewelry?” Bianca scoffed. “Hardly.”
She heard Daniel stifle a snicker. King’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, cocking his head predatorily. “Careful, Countess.”
Bianca was formulating another insult when he suddenly grabbed two handfuls of her leggings…and began to tear them off.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, trying in vain to wriggle away. “These are cashmere!”