After that, all he could do was wait. The minutes ticked by slowly, the adrenaline racing through his veins distorting time in odd ways. Callum wondered how Pack King would approach the game. Would they each search on their own, or would they team up? Which of them would find him?
“The itsy-bitsy spider went up the waterspout.”
Callum nearly jumped out of his skin. He didn’t need to see or smell him to recognize the alpha on his trail. It wasn’t at all surprising that, in addition to being supernaturally charming, Dante had a nice singing voice. Though Callum couldn’t hear his footsteps, Dante’s voice seemed to be coming from the hall right outside the room where he was hidden. Callum held his breath, his heartbeat thunderous in his ears.
“Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”
Callum pressed himself against the back wall of the closet. Dante’s voice had come frominsidethe room that time. He’d check the closet at any moment. Callum tried to control his anticipation, not wanting his rising scent to give him away.
Something thumped in the hall, making Callum jump again. He pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound of his rapid breathing.
“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.”
Callum exhaled. Dante’s voice was farther away, in the hall. He must’ve followed the thumping noise, whatever it had been. This was Callum’s chance to escape. He needed to find a new hiding place, one nearer to the stairwell. Once Dante realized the noise hadn’t been Callum, he might come back and check the closet.
Callum forced himself to wait another thirty seconds, counting slowly in his head, listening for Dante’s return. Nothing but silence. As quietly as he could, Callum eased the closet door open, just a crack. After the pitch black of the closet, the glow of the streetlamps streaming through the windows seemed bright. From what he could see of the room, it seemed empty. Callum slipped out of the closet on tiptoes.
“Gotcha.”
The voice came from right behind him. Callum had barely registered it when a hand clamped over his mouth and an arm wrapped around his waist. In another moment, he’d been hauled off his feet and pushed against the wall with what felt like a length of steel digging into his lower back.
“And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again,” Dante crooned in his ear. “I smelled you a mile away, sweet omega. You smell like breakfast for dinner, and I’m starving.”
Callum shuddered, his cock twitching. Dante slid his hand from Callum’s mouth down to grip his throat, using his other hand to loosen Callum’s pants.
“How hard are you for me, little spider?” Dante murmured against his ear, leaning forward and pinning Callum in place with his warm,comforting weight. Callum squirmed, fighting back a whine and Dante chuckled darkly. “Are you aching for my knot in your tight little ass?”
Dante’s hand slid into the waistband of his briefs to wrap around his cock. Callum couldn’t help but whine at his firm touch. When the alpha growled in response, Callum thought he was going to come all over himself.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since that night at Nocturne,” Dante said, running his hand over Callum’s cockhead to gather slick, then slowly stroking him from tip to root. Callum’s hips bucked. “I knew then that I would have you both. And you’ve kept me waiting, you little minx.”
Callum let out a breathy laugh. “You could’ve had me that night, soldier. You should’ve shot your shot.”
Dante chuckled again, languidly stroking his big hand up and down Callum’s cock in firm, agonizingly slow strokes. He swiveled his hips, pressing that length of steel against Callum’s ass. Callum arched into it, moaning low in his throat. Dante moved his hand faster.
“Allow me to make up for lost time,” he purred, stroking the head of Callum’s cock several times before returning to his shaft. “You’re going to be a good boy and come for me, and then I’m going to fuck your ass until you come again.”
“Okay,” was all Callum could say as he gave himself over to sensation.
Dante jacked him steadily, his grip steady and strokes smooth. Callum let his head fall back to rest on the alpha’s shoulder as his hips began to move of their own accord, pumping into Dante’s grip, chasing the sensation growing in his belly.
When he felt Dante’s teeth graze his neck, Callum erupted, spurting hot cum everywhere. It ran down his cock and over Dante’s hand, but the alpha didn’t stop until he’d coaxed out every drop.
“That’s good, omega,” Dante cooed. “Give me another.”
Callum gasped as Dante spun him around and pulled him into a slow kiss, cupping the back of his neck. Callum felt electrified, magnetized, his body craving this delicious man. He moaned into Dante’s mouth and the alpha growled again. The sound made Callum’s knees weak.
Dante whipped a towel off of his belt (of course, the Marine Raider would come prepared on a hunt) and wiped Callum’s cum off both of them. Well, most of it. First, he held Callum’s gaze as he licked his fingers. His black eyes glittered darkly.
“French toast with maple syrup,” he murmured, smirking at Callum as he savored the taste. “Damn good, omega. Damn good.”
Callum couldn’t get out of his fucking pants fast enough. His ass was throbbing, aching at the promise of taking this alpha’s knot. This devilishly sexy, seductively competent alpha. Holy fucking shit.
Dante was the smallest alpha in Pack King, but he still had no trouble lifting Callum from the floor and pressing him against the wall. Callum wrapped his legs around Dante’s waist, whimpering with anticipation. His cock stirred between them as if he hadn’t just come. When Dante rubbed the head of his dick against Callum’s asshole, his cock stiffened even further. He’d never rebounded after a nut so quickly in his life, and he’d had sex on damn near every party drug available in polite society. What the fuck was this sorcery?
“Do you want me to use a condom?” Dante asked. “We’ve all got clean bills of health and are on birth control. I can supply documentation to back that up if you’d like.”
Callum rolled his eyes. “Of course you could. You could probably whip out your phone right now and have your medical records in my inbox, you efficient, charming son of bitch. I trust your word, Dante.”
