Biancadetonated.
She came in a powerful gush of slick, her hips spasming, nails clawing at the alphas’ shoulders. The spurt of liquid erupted with unusual force, and Bianca momentarily wondered if they’d broken something. Thatwould explain why she was suddenly outside of her body yet somehow able to feel every single atom individually.
“Fuck,” King hissed, and Dante’s rhythm stuttered. Both alphas groaned and Bianca’s pussy throbbed. Had she ever felt this much pleasure in her life? Surely not. This was not the kind of orgasm one forgot about.
Dante swore and then the cold metal of his mask was buried against her neck as his cock pulsed inside of her. She felt another surge of savage satisfaction at his release, her pussy clenching greedily, wanting to devour every drop of the seed she had earned. His orgasm washers. The thought made her tighten again, aftershocks of her own climax rippling through her core.
“Be good next time,” Dante said after a few long, quiet moments, lifting his head from her neck and pressing his cool metal forehead against hers. “Do it for me, because if I ever have to fuck you without knotting you again, I might kill someone.”
Bianca snorted a surprised laugh. Though she couldn’t see his mouth, Dante’s black eyes told her he was smirking smugly—from making her laugh or making her come, she wasn’t sure which, and she didn’t care. This was what she’d been craving, what she needed to experience before she was bought and paid for and forced back into vanilla sex with boring men.
“You’re all cleaned up, Dante. Now let me take care of Countess,” King murmured, bringing Bianca back to reality. Dante eased his cock from her pussy, and King was ready with a damp towel to catch the slick and cum.
“If we had more time, I’d fuck all this cum back into your pussy. We are going keep you so full of dick and cum that you’ll forget what it was ever like to be empty,” he promised.
King’s words hit differently than he probably expected. Or maybe he’d known exactly what he was saying. Maybe he could see the void inside of her, the nothingness that had swallowed more and more of her over the years until there was so little left that she wondered why she bothered. If King could see all of that, then this wouldn’t last long. He and his pack would leave her.
While Bianca spiraled, King dragged the towel up her thighs to cup her sex with meticulous care. She tried to squirm away and take the towel, but he stopped her with a glare.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Shuddering, Bianca stilled, cheeks burning as he cleaned her up. His hands were so gentle that she had the vague urge to cry. When he was satisfied, he lifted her off the counter and set her on the floor, before pressing his lips to the top of her head.
“Are you sore?” he asked quietly, searching her face. That urge to cry was still there, and she didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just shook her head. King nodded approvingly. “You took us so well that I decided to clean you up instead of making you go back to the party with our cum dripping down your legs. You should thank me.”
Bianca bristled. “You can’t be serious. We both know there’s more cum in there. As soon as I start walking around, it’ll come gushing out and you ruined my panties so there’s nothing to stem the tide!”
King shrugged, one corner of his mouth quirking up in an irritating smirk. “You should’ve come when I told you to. So, you’re dealing with the consequences. You seem not to understand that you’re ours. This will make that clear to you and everyone else. Now, thank me.”
Bianca’s face was hot, and she’d clenched her fists so hard that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. She was embarrassed andturned on by the thought of mingling with funders while alpha cum oozed from her cunt, as well as by the humiliation of having to thank him for it. And she wasn’t feeling that weird need to cry anymore because he’d skillfully goaded her back into emotions she was more comfortable with.
Goddammit. This was exactly what she craved.
“Thank you, King,” she bit out through clenched teeth.
“You’re welcome, Countess. Make sure you pee before you go back to the party, but don’t try to push more cum out. If you’re not back in the ballroom in three minutes, I will punish you.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond, pulling her into a quick, hard kiss before heading for the door. Dante winked at her and sauntered after his pack leader, leaving her alone in the bathroom. She breathed slowly, feeling more satisfied than she’d ever felt, yet also hungrier than she’d ever been. Not for food, but for life. For the tantalizing possibilities of life beyond her gilded cage.
When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she was surprised to see her skin was rosy and her eyes held an unfamiliar brightness behind her mask. She could see the woman she’d been suppressing all these years, so afraid to trust her own desires and judgement. Quickly, Bianca turned away. She didn’t have time nor inclination to follow that train of thought.
She had to get moving or King would punish her. A delicious thrill of fear ran through her at the threat. Then she remembered that he’d already denied her their knots and figured she shouldn’t push her luck. Dante wasn’t the only one who might to be driven to murder if they didn’t knot her next time.
Next time. There would be a next time.
Bianca didn’t even realize she was smiling as she hurried to follow King’s order.
Chapter thirteen
Daniel
Daniel was abuzz with energy all night.
Finally, after months of torment and anticipation, Bianca had given herself to Pack King. Of course, she said it was temporary, and she might even actually believe that bullshit, but Daniel wasn’t fazed. She’d been theirs since the moment he laid eyes on her. It had only been a matter of time.
And now she was putting them out of their misery, at least partially. He would finally get to touch her and taste her and take her the way he’d been dreaming of every night and most days since they took this gig. It had been exquisite torture guarding the bathroom and listening to King and Dante fuck sounds out of the omega that made his cock ache. And smelling their intermingled scents any time he got near them hadn’t helped calm him down any.
He needed to get his scent on her and hers on him in the worst way. His instincts were chomping at the bit to mark her any way he could. That party had dragged on for all eternity. He’d seriously considered taking her in the car, but he hadn’t wanted to push things too far too fast. He needed to follow King’s lead on this. Too much was at stake for him to get impulsive and fuck it up.
