Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Dante
Both of Pack King’s omegas were in heat.
After King and Bianca had returned to the penthouse that morning, Dante had left his other two mates to finish their breakfast while he went to his office to catch up on some paperwork.
When the text from King warned them of Bianca’s heat, Dante launched into action, joining Teresa in making sure everything was arranged so that the pack could focus on tending to their omega.
He’d thought they were prepared for everything.
However, when he’d returned to the packhouse, Dante found it thick with Callum’s perfume.
He’d followed the irresistible scent of French toast to the guestroom, where a wild-eyed Van had their itsy-bitsy Spider bent over the bed making sounds that turned Dante’s blood to lava.
He’d had to leave the room quickly and hadn’t dared go back.
He knew someone had to stay clearheaded and be the go-between until Pack King was sure their omegas could coexist peacefully during their heats before their bond was complete.
Dante didn’t know what he’d do if they had to keep the omegas separated.
He already felt torn in two, knowing they needed him and weren’t safe together in the nest where he could tend to them. Dante needed them both to feel whole.
He hadn’t been able to wait another moment when King and Bianca finally got home, and the elevator ride had been exquisite torment.
It was a relief to finally touch and taste and smell his mates, but he needed so much more.
He moved through the hallway with them, his hands searching, massaging, caressing as he breathed them in, answering King’s questions automatically between desperate kisses.
They’d nearly reached the main bedroom when the aroma of maple syrup and French toast caught his attention.
Callum’s pheromones were thick in the air near the room where Van was taking care of him.
Bianca’s head snapped up when she caught the scent, her teeth bared.
Her nostrils flared as she turned her glassy gaze toward the guestroom.
Dante tensed, prepared to distract her or restrain her or whatever was necessary. She growled low in her throat. King seemed poised to hustle her away when she reached a hand toward the door, but she vehemently shook her head.
“Mine,” she whined, pulling against King’s grip and pointing urgently at the guestroom door.
Dante cocked his head, trying to decipher her meaning. “Your alpha and your omega are both in that room. Callum is in heat and Van is tending him. Who do you want?”
Dante knew coherent speech was a challenge when heats and ruts took over, but he had the feeling Bianca understood what she was saying.
She looked at him with a hint of her usual frustration, whining softly.
King moaned, pressing her against the wall and shoving into her roughly.
Bianca cried out, throwing her head back as her whole body trembled, her nails digging into King’s bulging biceps. Dante’s dick throbbed painfully.
Maybe he made a sound or maybe she just sensed his desire, but Bianca’s attention snapped back to him. Her parted lips were so inviting that Dante felt himself involuntarily moving toward her. She shook her head again, stopping him in his tracks.
“I need all of you,” she panted, rocking her hips to meet another thrust from King. “Mine.”
“Have Van bring Trouble out,” King ordered through gritted teeth, not faltering in his punishing thrusts. “She can handle it.”
Dante nodded and slipped into the guest bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. He needed to get to Callum, but he didn’t want to be away from Bianca. When the omegas’ perfumes thickened and mixed, Dante thought he might weep. This was what he needed.
He found his other omega dozing in an oversized armchair on Van’s lap. Callum’s golden-brown skin was flushed, his curls damp against his forehead. With Van’s fresh claim mark on his neck, he was the most beautiful damn thing Dante had ever seen, and sexy as all hell, even fast asleep.
Van, however, was wide awake, his nostrils flared and pupils blown wide.
Dante had never seen him in this state. It was a miracle he was letting Callum sleep when he was obviously teetering on the verge of a full-blown rut.
Dante knew the exact moment Van scented Bianca’s perfume.
An electric charge jolted through the pack bond.
Van’s growl rumbled through the room, and Callum whined in response, his eyelids fluttering open.
“Alpha,” Callum sighed when he caught sight of Dante, and Dante felt like he could tear the world apart with his bare hands.
Something deep and primal settled in his chest, pleased by that single word. He belonged to these omegas so completely already. He couldn’t imagine how incredible he would feel once they were officially marked and claimed.
“Your omega is in heat, Spider,” Dante said quietly, brushing his knuckles across Callum’s cheek, the skin warm and soft beneath his touch. “You both need us. Do you think you can share the nest?”
“I sure fucking hope so,” Van gritted out, his jaw clenched with the effort of staying seated. Dante knew Van wanted both omegas in the nest and full of his cum, because that’s what they all wanted. What they needed.
“My omega,” Callum repeated in a whimper. He looked around the room searchingly, sniffing the air. “Mine.”
Dante smiled, lifting Callum from Van’s lap and carrying him across the room. Van followed close on his heels. They stepped into the hallway just in time to witness Bianca’s climax, her moans and cries ratcheting up the electric current of desire coursing between them all.
Callum squirmed in Dante’s arms, reaching for Bianca. She opened her eyes as her orgasm subsided, her gaze finding the other omega. Dante tensed.
Then Bianca lunged, almost escaping King’s grip.
She grabbed Callum’s outstretched hands and pulled with surprising strength.
Instinctively, Dante gave in, letting her close the space between them.
Then the two omegas were intertwined, kissing, biting, marking, her fingers raking through his curls, his hands greedily roaming her body.
French toast, maple syrup, apples, and oleander. His Viper and his Spider. Dante was helplessly trapped in their web, fire spreading through his veins like venom. He never wanted to escape.
His mouth watered and his cock grew impossibly hard.
The pack moved as one toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake.
Dante relished every brush of skin against his, every kiss and lick and the perfect mixture of scents in the air.
His dick was leaking precum, his knot throbbing with anticipation.
He needed to bury himself in his omegas and fill them with his cum until there was no question they were absolutely and completely his.
Pack King still had enough self-control left to allow the omegas to lead this first foray into their nest. Van had changed the sheets that morning, sliding the hidden panels into place and drawing the curtains in preparation for Bianca’s heat.
He’d tossed in some of the pillows and soft bits Callum and Bianca had accumulated, and the rest waited in a nearby cabinet.
Everything was ready, but it was the omegas who would change this space from a bed to a true nest.
Bianca crawled across the mattress, running her hands over the sheets and curtains experimentally. Callum stretched out like a cat, rubbing his bare skin against the bedding and purring contentedly. The pack bond thrummed with satisfaction.
Suddenly, Bianca curled in on herself, gripping her stomach and hissing in pain.
Dante started toward her, but King held up a hand to stop him.
It was a little old school, but they’d agreed to wait to be invited into the nest by their omegas.
Of course, if either of them showed much more discomfort or pain, the alphas would forego the formalities.
Already, that obvious reaction to a cramp had Dante’s instincts chomping at the bit to get to Bianca.
Callum beat him to it. He scrambled to her side, then stretched himself out once more. Bianca was still on her hands and knees, so Callum wriggled beneath her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down onto his face. Bianca cried out, sitting upright, and grinding down to meet his eager mouth.
The perfume in the air grew impossibly thicker as Bianca’s slick ran down Callum’s chin. Callum’s dick stood erect and glistening, his ass no doubt ready and waiting to be taken. A growl reverberated through Dante’s chest, mirroring Van’s and King’s.
Callum moaned loudly, his pretty cock twitching needily.
Bianca whimpered in response, sliding down his body.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and slid it between her folds, and Dante thought he might cum just from the sound of his omegas’ slick mixing.
When Bianca slid Callum’s dick inside her, another jolt of electricity ran through the pack bond.
A thousand years passed in excruciatingly pleasurable anticipation as Pack King watched Bianca ride Callum, their sweet scents intermingling and swelling until Dante’s head was filled with nothing but single-minded need.
The omegas pushed each other higher and higher, their excitement growing, but neither able to find the fullness they needed.
At this stage of their heats, only knots would suffice.
Callum grabbed Bianca’s hips and pulled her off his cock and back onto his face, lapping desperately at her folds, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass.
The two omegas whined in unison, hungry for so much more.
Bianca’s hips bucked, her head falling back.
She turned to Pack King, her moonlight eyes full of desperation.
“Alphas,” she whimpered, and that was all the invitation they needed.