Chapter 18 #3
It was pleasant spending the day together that way, even when a paper wad bounced off Dante’s chest and he looked up to see Van grinning at him wickedly.
Dante glared back, which naturally didn’t deter the giant goofball, who spent the next fifteen minutes attracting his attention at regular intervals just to fuck with him.
After Dante and Bianca had agreed on adding a live wall and atrium to the lobby to make the most of the property’s green views, Van “accidentally” jostled the table for the third time.
When Dante looked up, Van readjusted Callum on his cock, eliciting a very sexy whimper.
Dante couldn’t help but rock his hips a little at the sound, enjoying the feel of Bianca’s walls tightening around him in response.
She let out a low moan that had Dante clenching his fists against the urge to grab her hips and bounce her on his dick until she made that sound again, until she was screaming his name.
There was no way Dante would let himself come before Van, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
Not when he was buried in Bianca’s dripping cunt and both omegas’ scents were growing sweeter by the minute.
“If the engineer approves this plan, the indoor-outdoor vibe is going to shine. What do you think about sprucing up the outside of the building?” Dante ground out through his teeth, attempting to regain his focus.
Bianca turned her glazed eyes back to the blueprints.
“We own enough of the undeveloped land around us to get creative.”
Somehow, Bianca answered, though her attention was obviously elsewhere.
Then Van leaned back in his chair in an exaggerated stretch, pulling Callum with him.
The front of Callum’s robe fell open completely, and his glistening dick slapped against his washboard abs.
Dante’s brain stuttered. Bianca stopped talking mid-sentence.
“Van,” King warned.
“What?” Van asked innocently.
Their pack leader sighed heavily again. Bianca squirmed, making Dante’s cock twitch.
Her robe had slid farther down her shoulder, and her collarbone was just begging to be licked.
This close, Dante could see the faint shimmer of the faded claim mark on her neck.
He wanted to bite down on it, to mark her anew and obliterate the memory of Ferris’s claim.
Bianca whined, responding to his dick throbbing inside her or his pheromones or maybe she could sense his thoughts, his need.
Callum echoed the sound, the omegas’ eyes meeting across the table, reflecting the same desperation.
They hadn’t come all day, and they were aching for it. The knowledge made Dante ravenous.
“Anything else you’d want to see in the lobby?” he asked Bianca halfheartedly, already pretty certain that work was done for the day.
“Hmm?” she murmured, still watching Callum.
“We’ve been sitting too long!” Van declared loudly. “We should stretch our legs.”
He rose abruptly, bending Callum over the table in the process. Callum moaned, arching his back and bucking his hips in a move that obviously caught Van off guard. The big alpha groaned and thrusted forward, making the omega cry out.
“King, isn’t our punishment over yet?” Callum whined, turning his amber eyes beseechingly toward the head of the table. “Make Van stop tormenting us! We need to come.”
King chuckled darkly and Dante’s stomach fluttered. There was something so effortlessly dominant about him, something that made even the toughest alphas want to submit. He’d affected Dante the same way since the moment they’d met. Dante would never get tired of it.
King turned his attention to Bianca. “Do you agree, Countess? You think you deserve to come now?”
Dante groaned at the responding gush of slick and Bianca’s pussy constricting around his cock. She shivered again, her scent so damn thick Dante could practically taste it. His teeth ached, the urge to bite her surprising him with its primal intensity.
“I’m sorry for being stuck up,” Bianca whispered, squirming again. “Please let us come, alpha.”
For fuck’s sake, Dante was going to lose his mind if he didn’t move soon. He glanced at Van, who was holding Callum’s hips still, his teeth clenched in concentration. Dante almost laughed. If King didn’t let them off the leash, they were both going to embarrass themselves.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” King sat back, slowly removing his glasses and arranging them on the table beside his laptop. “I guess it’s time for a break. Show me how hard you can make your omegas come, boys.”
Dante sighed in relief. He could feel Bianca tightening around him in anticipation.
He lifted her off his lap, earning a gasp of dismay.
He stood quickly and spun her to face him, swallowing the little gasp in a ravenous kiss.
She opened to him, arms snaking around his neck and her luscious breasts pressing against his chest.
Dante hoisted her onto the table, plunging back into her in the same movement. Her responding moan was like music. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Dante held her face in both hands, kissing her deeply, letting himself get lost in her taste.
“Fuck you smell like heaven, Bianca.” It was Callum’s voice that cut through the haze, sounding husky and hungry.
Dante broke the kiss to gaze over Bianca’s shoulder at the other omega.
Callum clutched the edge of the table, panting as he met Van thrust for thrust, his amber eyes watching Bianca.
Dante could feel Callum’s yearning, his need.
He was as drawn to Bianca as the alphas were, was just as desperate for her as he was for Pack King.
Dante could sense how much Callum wanted to have her, to mark her and claim her.
He could feel the pull between them, between all of them.
A shiver ran down Dante’s spine. He knew what that meant. The bonds between them were already forming. If they continued down this path, there’d be no turning back.
“Lay back, sweetheart,” he murmured, holding Callum’s gaze as Bianca leaned back.
Once she was flat on the table, Dante trailed his hands up her abdomen to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She whimpered, clenching tighter around his cock.
“Give her a kiss, Spider. You look like you need a taste.”
Bianca arched her back, pressing her tits into his hands. Callum leaned down to kiss her upside down, moaning when their lips met. Dante swiveled his hips, burying himself deeper inside her fluttering walls.
He began to move in shallow strokes, watching Van match his rhythm as the two omegas made out across the table.
Their gasps and moans mingled with the wet sounds of the alphas rutting into them.
Dante groaned, adding longer strokes between shallow thrusts, and relishing the way Bianca’s cunt squeezed him in response.
Callum leaned forward, tracing his tongue from Bianca’s mouth down her neck, and then lower, flicking his tongue over Dante’s fingers before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Bianca screamed, pussy gripping Dante so hard he saw stars.
He took his thumb, wet with Callum’s saliva, and pressed it to her clit, stroking the little bud firmly.
“Oh. My. God!” Bianca’s voice broke and Dante watched her fall apart, her pussy spasming around him with a ferocity that completely undid him.
Luckily, Callum’s hips were bucking and Van was moaning, and it was clear everyone was feeling the same way. Dante gave in to sensation, rutting into Bianca until his spine tingled and his knot grew taut. When he locked it inside of her, he thought he might have found the meaning of everything.
There was no question that it was the best day of Dante’s life.
When Van took the omegas home that night and reported for his next shift at the penthouse, it felt like a piece of Dante went with them.
He buried his face in the robes they’d left behind, breathing in their scents and vowing to himself that their nights apart were numbered.
Soon, Callum and Bianca would come home for good.