The next thing she knew, Bianca was on her back on the desk, the papers and folders that had been there moments ago swept aside. King yanked her leggings and panties off as he pulled her to the edge of the desk, set her feet on the armrests of his chair, and positioned himself between her thighs. Bianca gasped again as he ran his nose over her slit, growling low in his throat before exhaling a warm breath that sent another shiver down her spine.
“Your slutty cunt is already soaked for me, I see,” King murmured approvingly, making her core clench. “Goddamn, Countess. I could get used to this.”
And then his tongue was in her pussy and Bianca couldn’t analyze the meaning of his words. King’s tongue was every bit as firm and demanding as every other part of him. He didn’t eat her pussy, hedevouredit—kneading her clit, lapping at her folds, fucking his tongue into her as if trying to taste her very center. Bianca clamped her thighs around his head, moaning and gasping, her back arching off the desk.
Just when she had the urge to reach down and grab a handful of his locs, Dante was there, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head. Before she could complain, his mouth was on hers in an upside-down kiss that made her head spin. Bianca whimpered, slick gushing from her pussy as her core clenched desperately.
A big hand cupped her breast and, somehow, Bianca knew it was Daniel’s without opening her eyes. When had she learned the differences in their touch? She didn’t know, but she did know that she loved being surrounded by their spicy sweet scents: tobacco, whiskey, and caramel, coconut and cloves, butterscotch and chocolate. Dark and dangerous and decadent.
An insistent chiming cut through the pleasurable haze, and Daniel and Dante both pulled away.
“Callum’s here,” Daniel announced, rubbing his hands together like a fiend. “This day keeps getting better.”
“Tell him to come on up,” King said into Bianca’s pussy. “He can watch Countess soak my beard.”
Bianca moaned, trying to find the will to protest. “King!”
“Countess,” he replied, thrusting two fingers into her pussy. Bianca cried out, her core clenching madly as she writhed on his desk, wanting so much more. King held her gaze, taking in her every reaction. “Your greedy cunt likes the idea of Callum watching you come. And I like the idea of Callum watching you come, so you’re going to be my good little whore and drench my fucking face while your omega watches. Got it?”
Then his tongue was on her clit again, his fingers pumping in and out of her mercilessly, and Bianca found she did like the idea of Callum (heromega?) watching King eat her pussy. She already liked that Dante had taken a seat in front of the desk to watch her with his onyx eyes, a smile playing around his lips as he smoked King’s abandonedcigar.
“The gang’s all here!” Daniel proclaimed as he led Callum into the office, laughing jovially, his voice booming through the empty halls. He guffawed even louder when Callum came to an abrupt halt, a smile dying on his lips as he took in the scene before him. Daniel took his seat again, gleefully glancing between the two omegas.
“Hey, Spider,” Dante greeted Callum in a low drawl. “Welcome to our web.”
“Evenin’, Trouble,” King said, lifting his head to fix the other omega with his dark gaze. His fingers continued to pump in and out of Bianca’s pussy, keeping her teetering on the edge of orgasm. “We’re glad you’re here and we want you to be comfortable. Are you comfortable, Callum?”
There was a long pause, the silence broken only by the humiliating squelching sounds of King finger-fucking her into oblivion. Lost to sensation though she was, she couldn’t help but feel a stab of anxiety. What if she’d dragged Callum into something he hadn’t wanted? Even though she wanted more, she didn’t want to lose his friendship.
“Not exactly comfortable,” Callum said, and Bianca’s heart dropped. “I mean, my cock is trying to burst through my zipper, and I’m soaking my fucking briefs.”
Daniel guffawed again, Dante chuckling along in a cloud of cigar smoke. Callum stepped closer to the desk, tentatively leaning over Bianca. He brushed his lips across her cheek. Bianca turned her face toward him, reached up to cradle the back of his head, and pressed her mouth to his.
Callum hesitated only a moment before returning the kiss. His lips were soft and he tasted as sweet as he smelled. Anxiety appeased, Bianca felt herself relax even as her body blazed. This was better than she’d hoped, better than she’d imagined. She moaned, deepening the kiss, wanting more. When their tongues met, her heart stuttered again, andher core tightened. The scent of French toast and maple syrup joined the intoxicating mixture in the air and Bianca’s body pulsed with electricity, every cell alight in a way she’d never felt before.
“Bianca is ours and you are hers,” King said quietly, when they’d pulled apart to gasp for breath. “So, what does that make you to us, omega?”
Callum’s sweet scent intensified, making Bianca’s mouth water. She whined. Callum whined in response, looking surprised by his own reaction. The three alphas growled.
“Holy fucking shit,” Callum whispered. He swallowed hard before speaking again, louder, and holding King’s gaze. “I’m yours, alphas.”
King smiled, revealing his gold canines and a set of dimples that made Bianca want to weep. “Good boy. Sit on Van’s lap. I need to make Bianca come.”
Daniel sat back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. He grinned at Callum, wiggling his eyebrows, and patting his lap. “You’ve been a good boy. Come here and tell Vanta Claus what you want for Christmas this year.”
“Then we can all play a game,” Dante suggested, his lazy half-smile looking somehow ominous as he watched Callum settle into Daniel’s lap. “Poor little omega. Look at the size of that tent he’s pitched. Van, our itsy-bitsy Spider is uncomfortable. You should help him out.”
Daniel pulled Callum against his chest, reaching one big hand between the omega’s thighs to cup his cock. Callum moaned and Bianca shuddered, pussy tightening around King’s fingers. Then King sucked her clit between his lips and added a third finger to her pussy and she was falling over the edge, erupting in flames, and shattering into a thousand pieces, never to be the same again.
Chapter fifteen
Callum
Callum Clifton-Merriwether had never considered himself to be a lucky man. Despite his efforts to hide it, being sent away by his parents had hurt. He might wear his role as family outcast like a badge of honor now, but as a kid it was hard not to internalize the message that he was abnormal, unworthy, and unlovable.
However, sitting in Daniel’s lap with the big alpha nibbling on his neck and rubbing his cock, Callum was rethinking his assessment of his luck. He could’ve chosen any society event to crash in his bid to piss off his parents, but he’d wandered into one where he’d met the most fascinating omega ever. And now he was about to cream his pants watching her come on the face of the most commanding alpha he’d ever met.
New conclusion: Callum Clifton-Merriwether was a very, very lucky man.
