Bianca cried out, back bowing off the desk, her eyes screwed shut as her orgasm took over. Callum could practically feel it, his balls tightening against his slippery thighs. His ass and cock were dripping slick, threatening to soak through his briefs and ruin his pants. He could imagine fucking Bianca’s throat while King made her come, could almost feel thewarm heat of her mouth enveloping him. Daniel squeezed his shaft, then gave it another firm stroke, and Callum let out an embarrassing mewling noise.
King leaned back in his chair, his face glistening with Bianca’s wetness, and gave Callum an appraising look that made his dick twitch. Daniel chuckled against the nape of his neck and cupped his balls, and Callum saw entire constellations of stars.
For fuck’s sake, these people were going to destroy him.
“You look like you need to be fucked and knotted, Trouble,” King said, his dark eyes following the movement of Daniel’s hand against Callum’s crotch. “Don’t you think your omega needs to be fucked and knotted, Countess?”
King suddenly gave Bianca’s pussy a sharp smack. She gasped and cried out, but King didn’t let her pull away, forcing her thighs open when she tried to close them and circling her clit with his fingers. Bianca panted, looking over her head at Callum with glossy gray eyes. A thrill shot through his belly, as if she’d ignited something buried deep inside him, something that onlyshecould touch. It was warm and devastating and real.
“Yes, King,” Bianca gasped. “My omega needs to be fucked and knotted.”
Callum trembled at the thought, his cock pulsing in Daniel’s grip. He hadn’t been fucked since his last heat, and definitely hadn’t been fucked like he imagined Pack King could fuck him. He fought against a whine.
“Damn right he does,” King agreed, giving Bianca’s pussy another slap. She moaned, the sound tugging at Callum’s core. “Just like you need to be fucked and knotted. Your slutty cunt is begging for alpha cock and we’re going to give you exactly what you need. So, how are we going to do it, Dante?”
Callum turned his gaze to the third member of Pack King, who’d been quietly watching the proceedings with those uncanny black eyes of his. Dante Walker was a smooth son of a bitch and had found his way into many a dirty fantasy since the night they’d danced at Nocturne. Now, Dante was looking at Callum as if he was ready to fulfill all his darkest desires.
“We’re going to play a game,” Dante purred, his ruthless smirk making Callum shiver. “Hide and seek. The omegas get a fifteen-minute head start. You can hide anywhere in this building. When the fifteen minutes is up, we hunt.”
Callum shivered again. Bianca struggled to prop herself up on elbows so that she could look at Dante straight on. Her fair skin was flushed, her dark hair mussed, and her titanium eyes bright with excitement. Callum thought she’d never looked more beautiful.
“What happens when you find us?” she asked.
Dante’s smile widened, growing more predatory. “We take our prize, of course: all the tight little holes we can fuck.”
Callum swallowed hard, exchanging a weighty glance with Bianca. His heart was already racing, excited by the idea of these alphas hunting him, catching him, and taking him. It was slightly terrifying and possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever contemplated doing.
“We’ve established hard limits and safety protocols with Bianca already,” King said, his voice softening. “Noandstopmean nothing because she likes to resist. We’ll respond to them for you if you want or you can choose safe words. Ideally, one that means you’re nearing your limit and one that means we stop immediately, and any others that help us give you what you need. Tell him yours, Countess.”
King slapped Bianca’s pussy, and she yelped, undoubtedly gushing slick. Callum sure was; his briefs were fucking soaked. King’sgold-framed lower teeth gleamed as he smiled and rubbed Bianca’s clit to soothe the sting. She whimpered in response, the sound ridiculously sexy coming from the normally stoic beauty. Callum squirmed against the hard press of Daniel’s cock beneath his ass.
“Caviar if it’s getting to be too much. Calligraphy if I need to stop,” Bianca panted, her eyes fixed on King as though anticipating another strike. “V–Velvet if I need to be treated softer. Diamond if I want it harder and meaner.”
Callum nodded eagerly, unsurprised by the snapshot he’d gathered of Bianca’s kinks in the brief exchange. Of course, her strong personality would require alphas who could take full control. She wouldn’t be comfortable with compliments and kindness. Callum liked it rough, too. He thought he might love for Bianca to top him, but that was a conversation for another day.
“Those make sense to me,” he answered. “I’ll use the same ones as Queen B to keep things simple. I don’t mind a little pain and degradation, but I enjoy praise and cuddles too. I’ll need taming though. I can be a bit of a brat.”
“Color me surprised.” Daniel chuckled against his neck again, making him shiver.
King nodded, then stood, stretching languorously and showing off his massive form. The sight of his biceps and the way his tank clung to his pecs while his sweats rode low on his hips was enough to give Callum a miniature heart attack. He marveled at how gentle King’s big hands were as he helped Bianca back into her panties and leggings, feeling a sense of satisfaction that his omega had attracted such a strong, good alpha.
Get a grip, Callum, he told himself. He couldn’t let himself read too much into things. This was just a fun night between friends. Bianca had made it clear she wanted a bit of adventure before settling down witha pack of sugar alphas, and she was kindly including him in her sexual renaissance. It was more than he’d expected or deserved. He could be satisfied with it. Hewould.
He would ignore how much he hated the idea of vibrant, fierce Bianca becoming a glorified breeder for some ancient alphaholes who wouldn’t please or appreciate her. She was a smart woman, and he respected her wishes and trusted her to know her own mind. Still, he couldn’t help but think that she deserved better than the life she’d decided on. And he suspected she’d already found better.
If only she could see it.
Callum could see it. He could suddenly envision it perfectly—the five of them together, for real. Surely, Pack King would be willing to take him too. King had called Callum her omega, so he obviously understood their connection and would accept the two as a package deal. This could be Callum’s home, and no one would ever be able to take it from him. God, he’d do anything for that.
But for now, he needed to slow down and enjoy the night. There wasn’t any reason for him to believe they would want him around long term, and it didn’t matter anyway. This wasn’t about him. Regardless of what happened to Callum, he hoped Bianca would end up with Pack King. They would make her happy and that’s all he could ask for.
“Do you need anything else from us before we start?” King asked, fixing Callum with his intense gaze again as if reading the doubts in his mind.
Callum swallowed and shook his head. The only thing he needed was for this night to never end and, unfortunately, Quentin King couldn’t give him that. Bianca rounded the desk, and Callum stood to meet her, feeling oddly comforted when she took his hand.
King looked at them both for a long moment before turning his attention to his packmates. “Ready, boys?”
“Born ready, Sarge,” Daniel replied with a mock salute.
