Chapter 17 #3
“That’s the second time this morning you’ve implied I don’t know what my omegas need,” Quentin said pleasantly, watching Bianca’s pulse flutter in her throat.
“And the second time since you’ve been here that you’ve pulled that snooty ungrateful shit.
It’s disrespectful and hurtful, and you owe me an apology. Get on your knees.”
Bianca pressed her lips together tightly, her cheeks going pink, as she pushed back her chair and dropped to the floor. Quentin’s dick twitched at the sight of her kneeling in the oversized t-shirt, pussy no doubt weeping beneath. He licked his lips, eyes drifting to Callum.
“I think this is my first offense,” Callum argued, holding up his hands. “Shouldn’t I get a warning or something?”
Quentin fought back a laugh. “A lesson bought is a lesson learned. On your knees, Trouble.”
Callum bit his lip and dropped to the dining room floor beside Bianca.
Quentin could see his dick straining against his briefs, the scent of his arousal mixing with Bianca’s and creating a dark mirror of breakfast. Poison apple French toast. Quentin let himself enjoy the mouthwatering smell and the delicious sight of the two omegas on their knees for a long moment.
“For your information, that is freshly ground organic turkey sausage from a dope little mom and pop shop in the west end that partners with the Wilder Farm to source local meat and produce,” Quentin explained, idly stroking his beard and observing the little tells that the omegas were getting worked up.
Like Bianca’s nipples pebbling against the fabric of Dante’s shirt or the flush spreading over Callum’s golden skin.
“I wouldn’t feed you anything but the finest, Countess. ”
Bianca threw him a malevolent look but managed to keep her voice even. “I’m sorry, King.”
“Me too,” Callum added quickly. “I’m sorry, King.”
“No, you’re not,” Quentin replied, leaning forward and fixing the omegas with a dark smile. “Not yet.”
Bianca shuddered and Callum swallowed audibly. Quentin exchanged a look with his packmates. Quickly, Dante and Van leaned toward one another, hands flying in a brief battle of paper, rock, scissors. When they pulled apart, Van was pouting.
“Crawl to Dante, omegas,” Quentin demanded. “You’re going to show your alpha how much you enjoy his meat and he’s going to give you the protein you need. Maybe if you convince him you’re sorry, I’ll let you come at some point today.”
Callum’s mouth dropped open in horror. He looked at Bianca as if hoping she’d tell him Quentin was joking. Bianca scowled at the floor.
“You knew orgasm denial was on the table, and you still let me be snarky?” Callum muttered under his breath. “And you mouthed off twice! Masochist.”
“I’m sorry!” Bianca hissed irritably. “I find submission challenging. By all means, lead me down the path of contrition and show me how it’s done!”
Van coughed a sound that was more like a laugh, which Quentin dutifully ignored. He kept his attention on the omegas, nodding toward the noticeable bulge in Dante’s lap. “Take out his meat and show him how much you appreciate it. And don’t waste a drop of protein.”
The omegas complied immediately, working together to free Dante’s erection from the confines of his basketball shorts.
Callum gave Bianca an encouraging nod, then lowered his head and swirled his tongue over the tip of Dante’s dick, eliciting a hiss of pleasure.
Bianca watched intently for a moment, her silvery gaze flicking from Callum to Dante, taking in their movements and reactions.
Finally, she met Quentin’s eyes then held them as she ran her tongue up the seam of Dante’s shaft.
Electricity coursed through the pack bond, sparking in the air between Pack King and their omegas.
Then Callum sucked Dante’s dick into his mouth and Bianca ran her tongue over his balls and around the swell of his knot, and the air practically caught fire.
Dante moaned and Callum took him deeper, while Bianca cradled his balls in her palm and slurped at his knot.
It was so goddamn erotic that Quentin couldn’t even speak.
He couldn’t remember where he’d been going with this punishment.
“Oh, fuck!” Dante groaned, before his hips bucked and his face reddened in a way that was all too familiar. “Holy fucking shit!”
“Are you coming already?” Van asked gleefully. “Holy fucking shit is right! This has got to be a goddamn record!”
Dante only moaned as the omegas continued their combined efforts, lapping up every bit of his cum just as Quentin had instructed.
Van laughed until his face was as red as Dante’s.
For his part, Dante looked both mortified and blissed out, hooded eyes locked on the omegas.
Quentin finally found his voice when they sat back on their heels and looked to him for further directions.
“Well, it looks like you convinced Dante, but I can’t let you off that easily,” Quentin mused. “You’ve got to work harder than that to earn my forgiveness.”
“They didn’t even break a sweat!” Van cackled.
“I hate you both,” Dante muttered.
Again, Quentin ignored his packmates, keeping his stern gaze on the omegas.
Their pupils were blown and the scent of their arousal had only intensified.
He could tell they’d taken great pleasure in satisfying Dante, just as they should’ve.
But their punishment wasn’t over yet. He had to make sure they understood he was serious about their care and protection, and that meant he had to stick to his guns regarding consequences for disrespect or disobedience.
“Dante, scrounge up a couple of robes for the omegas to wear after their shower, since Countess doesn’t trust me to clothe them.
” Quentin held Bianca’s gaze as he gave the order, noting how she winced at his words.
“They don’t need clothes since they’ll be stuffed full of dick all day.
After you two finish cleaning up, get the conference room ready for a team meeting. ”
From the way Dante sighed and Van grinned, Quentin knew they would be bickering all damn day.
Dante deserved a little payback since he’d been giving Van shit for weeks, but Van would be worse.
Quentin had more interesting things to do than listen to his packmates squabble.
Before they could start up, he stood and stretched, gazing down at the delectable sight of Callum and Bianca on their knees.
“Omegas, go wait for me in the bathroom,” he commanded. “You should be naked and kneeling when I get there.”