“Open your beautiful eyes and watch me wreck you. Watch Pack Bonnycastle’s perfect privileged princess get railed in the bathroom by the help.” King’s voice was low and demanding. Bianca’s pussy clenched viciously. Slick gushed to meet the thick crown of his cock as he notched it at her entrance. “You’re going to watch me fill your perfect cunt and witness the moment when you officially ruin me for all other women.”
Before Bianca could process his words, he shoved into her roughly, taking her breath away. Her stomach dropped as he bottomed out, stretching her more than she’d ever been stretched, filling her more completely than she’d ever been filled. It hurt in just the right way. It felt raw and real and just for her.
“Goddamn, Countess, I shouldn’t let you leave this fucking bathroom all night,” King ground out through gritted teeth. “You’ve been keeping this perfect pussy from me for months. I’m going to make up for every minute of that lost time, omega. You can trust me on that.”
It was all Bianca could do not to scream as King set an agonizingly slow, steady pace. She panted with the effort of suppressing her cries, clutching the sink in an attempt to hold on to her quickly unraveling control. Each deliberate stroke of his considerable length pushed her closer to the edge. King held her gaze in the mirror, his half-concealed face undeniably beautiful in his pleasure. When he moaned and picked up speed, Bianca nearly fell apart.
“That’s it, baby,” King purred, pistoning his hips faster still, oblivious to the items falling off the counter onto the floor around them. “Come on my dick like a good little slut. Milk my dick and show me how much you want my cum deep in this greedy pussy.”
Bianca’s body spasmed and she let out a sound she’d never heard herself make. She felt the press of King’s growing knot against her entrance and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of her as she came. She thrusted her hips back, chasing the sensation, but King chuckled and tightened his grip in her hair, using his other hand to pin her wrists behind her back.
“Defiant omegas don’t get their alphas’ knots,” he said in a ragged voice that belied his restrained words. “Next time I tell you to do something, maybe you’ll move a little faster.”
King worked his still-swelling knot into her pussy, the stretch so delicious Bianca nearly wept, but he pulled it out just as quickly. Still, the tease was enough to wrench her orgasm free. It ripped through her belly and up her throat, King’s name on her lips sounding like both a prayer and a curse.
“That’s it, baby girl. Look what a beautiful mess you are for me,” King bent forward to skim his teeth over the shell of her ear. “Look at how good you take my dick and my cum.”
He nipped at her neck as he gave a few last, powerful thrusts, and found his release. Bianca moaned that unfamiliar moan again as King’s orgasm ignited aftershocks in her core. His cock pulsed and her pussy clenched, milking him for everything he would give. She felt another deep pang of loss where his knot should be, and her pussy clenched harder in response.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Countess, your pussy is a goddamn vice.” King’s hips bucked and Bianca felt another spurt of cum, along with a ferocious sense of satisfaction.
In another moment, the satisfaction was gone as King pulled out of her, leaving her wanting. She could feel his spend dripping slowly from her pussy, which constricted painfully as if trying to hold onto its prize. Before she could complain, however, there was another body behind hers and a pair of onyx eyes met hers in the mirror. (Already Bianca was beginning to think of him as Dante, as though she cared what his name was.) Those impossible eyes glittered in a perfectly blank metal face, giving nothing away even as he reached around her and Bianca felt his nimble fingers circling her clit, making her moan. She gasped when he plunged two fingers into her pussy, eliciting obscene squelching sounds.
“Ass on the sink, Viper,” he commanded, pulling his fingers free, his eyes never leaving hers as she turned to face him, then obediently wriggled onto the sink. “I’m dying to fuck King’s cum deep into your filthy cunt. Wrap your arms around my neck and let me look at you while I carve Pack King’s name into your pussy.”
He didn’t give her a chance to argue, hooking his elbows beneath her knees and yanking her to the edge of the counter. He pushed his maskup just enough to uncover his lips before he sealed his mouth over hers and thrusted into her, hitting all the tender spots King had so recently claimed. Bianca was immediately overwhelmed by sensation.
He kissed exactly like she’d expected him too, which was unfair because she’d had high expectations, and he didnotdisappoint. The pretty one kissed like a man who’d perfected the art of luxuriating in a partner’s taste, one who had all the time in the world to discover what you liked and give you more of it than you could handle.
He swirled his hips, sinking into her as deeply as he could, and Bianca moaned into his mouth. He felt delicious inside her, moving at a languid pace to match their lingering kiss. His fingertips dug into her hips, his grip keeping her from sliding on the counter with each deliberate thrust. Without thinking, Bianca wound her arms more tightly around his neck, wanting him closer, needing him deeper.
Suddenly, her head was jerked away, breaking the kiss. Before she could react, King’s mouth crashed into hers. He didn’t kiss like his packmate. There was nothing languid or patient in the way King’s tongue demanded her submission. He tasted every bit as good as Bianca had imagined, sweet and spicy and raw. Her pussy clenched around Dante’s cock, and she felt him shudder in response.
“Fuck, King, you didn’t lie. Her pussyislike a vice,” Dante moaned, making her clench again. She liked the sound of his desperate pleasure. “In every sense of the word. I could easily get addicted to this.”
King pulled away, leaving Bianca gasping, and turned to drag Dante into a kiss every bit as fierce as the one he’d given her. He fisted a hand in Dante’s hair, mirroring the grip he still had on Bianca’s. When King pulled back, the two men shared a look so scorching hot that Bianca’s pussy tightened almost painfully around Dante’s cock. She was alreadydripping with King’s cum and her slick, and still her pussy gushed more. The thought of the two alphas together almost pushed her over the edge.
As if reading her mind, King positioned himself behind Dante, and Bianca felt him nudging the other man’s thighs apart. She heard the snap of a lid, followed by a gasp from Dante as King slid into him. Dante’s cock swelled in response, making Bianca whimper.
King wrapped his arms around his packmate’s waist, taking the weight of Bianca’s legs, and holding her securely against the counter’s edge. Dante readjusted his mask to cover his mouth, then slid his freed hands up her body. His touch was gentle but firm, as confident and sure as he always seemed to be. One of his hands paused to cup her breast while the other trailed up to grip the place where her neck and jaw met. Pressing her head back against the mirror, he tilted her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his. King watched her over Dante’s shoulder, his gaze threatening to incinerate her completely.
“Look at us, Countess,” King commanded, his eyes on hers as he trailed his lips along Dante’s neck. Bianca shivered in tandem with Dante when King’s teeth scraped against his skin. “Make sure you never forget who finally gave you the kind of orgasm you’ve been chasing since your first heat.”
“I want those pretty grays on me when we come, Viper,” Dante purred, his grip tightening on her neck as he pulled out of her nearly all the way before slamming back in, King matching his thrust. Dante moaned and Bianca cried out, stars exploding in her belly. “I want to watch you take everything I have for you while you’re milking my cock and letting me fill this posh pussy.”
Dante rammed into her again and again, his cock hitting her g spot in a way that made her quake all over. He was shaking too, undoubtedly from the pleasure of penetrating and being penetrated simultaneously.Two pairs of dark, depthless eyes watched her from behind expressionless masks. It was intense and a little terrifying.
King’s strong fingers dug into her thighs as he held her in place, helping brace her for each of their punishing thrusts. Dante kept one hand firmly wrapped around her throat, the other teasing and tugging at her nipple, pinching it to the point of pain, then lowering his head and lifting his mask to flick his tongue over the aching peaks, chasing away the sting. It felt so good, and all Bianca could think was it would be perfect with the big one buried in her ass and, maybe, one more cock stuffing her mouth. The idea made her core tighten.
“Dante, I can’t,” she panted, the shaking in her limbs growing too intense for her to control. She was going to come again, something she almost never did. “I can’t. I can’t.”
King released her thigh long enough to give it a sharp slap. “Don’t tell your alphas what you can’t do. You’re going to come again. From now on, you’re going to come over and over, all goddamn day long. Every fucking day until you can’t remember a time before Pack King owned your sweet pussy. Now be a good little slut and come on Dante’s dick, Bianca.”
Dante slammed into her again. King’s nails dug into her hips. She felt teeth on her nipple, and Dante’s grip on her throat cutting off her air supply. King watched her from behind his mask, his dark eyes demanding her submission.
Bianca exploded.
Bianca erupted.
