“Locked and loaded and ready to bag myself a Charlie Delta,” Dante agreed, that dangerous smirk still on his lips.
“What’s a ‘Charlie Delta’?” Callum asked. He squawked in surprise when Daniel smacked his ass and stood to tower behind him.
“It’s Marine forcum dumpster,” Daniel explained. “As in, Bianca and Callum are the finest cum dumpsters I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to stuff them full of cock. You’ll pick up on their lingo after a while. Although sometimes I think they just make shit up to fuck with me.”
Callum would love to have time to learn their lingo and inside jokes and quirks and hobbies and hopes and dreams. But he might only have tonight. So, they’d better get on with it.
“You’ll have to catch me first, big boy,” he sassed, giving Daniel a sly grin. “And I’m not going to make it easy for you.”
“Good.” It was King who answered, gold canines flashing in his predatory smile. “That’s just how we like it. Now,run.”
Callum’s legs felt like they were made of Jello after all of Daniel’s teasing, but the hint of bark in the pack leader’s voice was enough to stiffen his spine and get him moving. Bianca pulled him from the room, a nervous little giggle escaping her lips as they hurried down the hall to the elevator. She pressed the call button before turning toward him with excitement dancing in her eyes.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said breathily. Her cheeks were flushed, and Callum didn’t know if it was from arousal or embarrassment, now that they were alone. He’d just seen her in another vulnerable moment, which he knew was a rare gift considering how closed off she was.
“Me too,” Callum replied, squeezing her hand.
He wanted her to know she was safe with him. He wanted her to share all parts of herself, including this wild-eyed vixen side. Callum wanted Bianca Bonnycastle to trust him, to want him…perhaps even more. The kiss they’d shared had felt genuine, and his desire for her had been growing for weeks. Could this thing between them be real?
Bianca is ours and you are hers. So, what does that make you to us, omega?
Before Callum could say anything else, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Bianca pulled him inside. They could see the three alphas looking after them down the long hallway as the doors closed.
“We’re going to have to split up,” Bianca said, glancing at her watch. Callum noticed distantly that it was her twenty-three-thousand-dollar parting gift from Pack Saggy Balls. He’d bet she hadn’t spared those geezers a thought since they left. “What are you thinking? Do you have a strategy yet?”
Callum could hardly think at all with her oleander and apple scent saturating the small space. His cock was still painfully hard, and he was leaking slick from every damn hole. The elevator doors opened again, revealing the packhouse on the sixth floor. As they stepped out into the foyer, Bianca ran her hand over the elevator’s keypad, pressing the buttons for every floor. She paced the foyer as the elevator began its descent.
The smell of Pack King permeated the air, rich and homey and unbearably arousing. From what he’d seen of it, the large space was sparsely furnished and incredibly neat. Utilitarian. It felt like its owners hadn’t had much time to focus on personalizing it, but there were several really nice pieces that looked handmade and added a touch of coziness. Considering they’d recently bought the property and launched theirbusiness, Callum imagined they’d been more focused on getting the rest of the building in order.
“Twelve minutes, Callum!” Bianca interrupted his distracted thoughts. “We’ll take the stairs so they don’t know what floors we chose. This, the fifth floor, and the lobby are the only spaces that are furnished, right? Then there’s storage and a gym in the basement. And there are closets and nooks everywhere.”
“Right,” Callum confirmed, shaking his head in an effort to clear it. “The basement is a definite yes. You should hide there. I’ll find a closet on the second or third floor. But first, we should get our scents into the packhouse to throw them off. I’m sure they’ll expect at least one of us to be in here.”
“Good idea!” Bianca agreed with a wild grin that made Callum’s heart soar.
Then she was off, tearing through the living room. Callum followed, grabbing pillows and rubbing them against his flushed skin while Bianca did the same. Both omegas made sure to touch as many surfaces as possible.
When he thought they’d done the best they could with their limited time, Bianca surprised him by pulling off her sweater and shoving it into a linen closet. Then she yanked off the camisole she wore beneath and tucked it under a couch cushion. Callum froze, unable to tear his eyes from the miles of warm, creamy skin she’d exposed and her luscious breasts spilling from her lacy pink bra.
She caught him staring and, though she blushed, she lifted her chin and didn’t look away. Instead, she gave him a sly little grin and gestured at his shirt. Quickly, Callum unbuttoned it and found a spot in the kitchen to conceal it before taking off the undershirt beneath and burying it behind a throw pillow.
“Damn, Callum,” Bianca breathed. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”
Callum turned back to find her eyes roving over his body. He knew he wasn’t big and buff like the alphas downstairs, but he was proud of the lean muscle he’d painstakingly built up. Omegas came in many body types, but trended toward softer, plusher frames, so it hadn’t been easy to get defined abs and decent biceps. His efforts suddenly felt completely worth it. The appreciation in Bianca’s gaze made his cock pulse. If they weren’t running for their lives, he’d be very tempted to close the distance between them and find out if she’d let him bury his face in her gorgeous tits and his cock in her pussy.
“Thanks, toots,” he said, adopting their normal flirty banter instead of sharing his salacious thoughts. He should take it slow, just in case. “You’re not half bad yourself. How much time have we got?”
Bianca looked at her watch. “Shit. Seven minutes. Let’s get out of here.”
She grabbed his hand again and they ran for the foyer and through the exit door, hurtling down the stairs at breakneck speed. Somewhere, the three alphas were preparing for the hunt. With two Marines involved, Callum was sure he and Bianca hardly stood a chance, but that was half the fun.
He stopped on the second-floor landing, taking a moment to catch his breath. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled Bianca into his arms and kissed her again, hard and fast and a little fearfully, in case it was the last time he ever got the chance. She melted against him, kissing him back, her scent wrapping around him like a python. For a moment, all rational thought left him, and Callum was floating on a storm cloud that smelled like apples and danger.
Then Bianca pulled away, her smile dazzling as she gazed up at him with her sinfully beautiful eyes. She looked so radiant and carefree. Callum tried to memorize everything about the moment, so that he could savor it forever.
“Good luck,” she whispered. Then she turned on her heels and dashed down the stairs.
Callum licked his lips, relishing the lingering taste of her as he opened the door to the second floor. It was dark, with only the fading daylight and dim emergency lighting to illuminate the empty rooms and long hallway. He picked a room at random, making a beeline for a door at its rear. As he’d expected, it was a small closet, which he promptly shut himself inside.
