The alpha’s answering grin was nothing short of swoon-worthy. Callum’s skin tingled and his stomach did a little flip. He had to remind himself to breathe.
“That’s good,” Dante murmured, brushing his lips over Callum’s lightly. “Because I’d really like to fill up my Charlie Delta.”
Callum snickered, even though the thought of Dante’s cum filling his ass made him feral. “Obviously, we’re safe outside my heat but you should know the Clifton-Merriwether Clan would never allow me outside if there was a chance I’d father an unsanctioned baby. Fill me up, alpha.”
“Thank fuck,” Dante growled, claiming Callum’s mouth again as he thrusted into his ass.
They both moaned, the kiss growing more intense as Dante built up a steady rhythm, fucking Callum in deep, hard thrusts that made him feel like he was going to explode. His ass tightened hungrily around Dante’s cock, and Callum dug his fingers into the alpha’s shoulders, both because he wanted him close and to hold on for dear life. He was being fucked right out of his body. He felt bigger than himself, somehow more expansive. Brighter. Electric.
Soon, Callum’s legs were shaking, and that tingling sensation was surging through his core, and still Dante was fucking him hard and slow, allowing the pleasure to build and build and build until there was no space left between them, nothing else to do but explode.
And when he thought that was all the pleasure his body could feel, Dante worked his swelling knot into Callum’s tight hole. Callum cried out when it locked into place and Dante swirled his hips, massaging just the right spot. Stars exploded behind Callum’s eyes, and he came again with Dante’s name on his lips.
“Look how good you’re doing for me, baby,” Dante moaned against Callum’s neck. “Milking my knot so perfectly. You feel so.” A slow swirl of his hips. “Fucking.” Another. “Good.” Dante rolled his hips and his knot kneaded that perfect spot again. “Fuck!”
Dante’s hips jerked and Callum felt another jolt of pleasure as the alpha’s knot swelled further and ropes of cum shot into his ass. Tremors racked through him and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten and Callum wasn’t sure he’d ever even heard of orgasms like this. This orgasm would devour him, would wring everything from his body and leave him in a puddle of bliss.
Which is exactly how Callum felt when he came back to himself, curled against Dante’s chest, straddling his lap as he sat on the floor against the closet door. They were still locked together, but the alpha’s knot was beginning to soften. They’d theoretically be able to move soon, though moving sounded incredibly difficult to Callum.
He relaxed contentedly into the aftercare, pleased when Dante eased his softened knot free, cleaned Callum up, and then scooped him up to carry him…well Callum didn’t much know or care where. The comforting scent of coconut and cloves lulled his already-exhausted body into complete relaxation. He drifted off to sleep in the arms of a strong, sexy alpha. An alpha who felt like his.
Callum Clifton-Merriwether was a very lucky man.
Chapter sixteen
Bianca
Bianca was out of breath by the time she reached the basement. Her heart hammered in her chest and the adrenaline coursing through her veins had her practically vibrating. Not to mention, her panties were absolutely soaked.
King spanking her pussy. Callum writhing on Daniel’s lap as the big alpha palmed his cock. Dante’s dark eyes full of filthy promises as he proposed this game. Callum’s bare, sculpted torso, and the way he kissed her—so tentative and sweet.
And Pack King hunting her, ready to take her however they wanted.
Bianca pressed her thighs together. She forced herself to look around the dim basement and think. She would not, could not, make this easy for them. She wouldn’t be satisfied unless they defeated her completely, subdued her, pried her submission from her clenched fists and forced pleasure on her.
That line of thinking wasn’t helping her focus, but Bianca still found herself moving. She’d instinctively followed the thick scent of Pack King to the gym, which seemed to have their damnable pheromones saturating every surface. The smell both calmed and excited her, and her body hummed with electricity.
Bianca looked at her watch. It’d been twenty-two minutes since King told them to run. She was out of time. She bolted for the equipment lockers along one wall, hoping to squeeze into a spot where her scent might be masked by all the gym smells. The first locker she tried was full of resistance bands and foam rollers. The second held golf clubs. When the next two proved to be full as well, Bianca realized the futility of her search. There was nowhere in the gym to conceal herself. She’d have to venture into the storage area and find some boxes to hide behind before it was too late.
She slipped from the gym, sliding along the wall to keep herself oriented in the semidarkness. The basement was a maze, and the emergency lights didn’t offer much illumination. The hallway she’d chosen opened into a huge room with steel cages along the back wall—spaces that would be allotted to the building’s future tenants for storage. Furniture and stacks of boxes filled the rest of the room.
Bianca thought she heard rustling in the darkness, and her heart picked up speed. She suddenly realized she had no idea what might be lurking in this basement. She calmed herself with the knowledge that if it was a rodent of some sort, she could feed the disgusting thing to Lilith. The thought made her feel a little better.
Bianca edged around a couple of stacked desks, trying to calm her pounding heart so she could listen for footsteps. Had the rustling come from her right or her left? Was she imagining it, or could she really hear someone breathing? Her mouth felt dry. Everything in the bloody building smelled like Pack King, but the scent seemed thicker in the basement, almost as pervasive as it was in the packhouse. It was distracting and disorienting.
Ahead, a large armoire sat alongside a few old filing cabinets. A sofa was propped against them on its side, forming a little cubbyhole. That should be a good spot to hide. Bianca darted for it.
Immediately, arms encircled her waist in a stifling bear hug. Bianca didn’t hesitate, didn’t let the sweet tobacco, caramel, and whiskey scent distract her. She bent at the waist, leaning all her weight forward and lowering her center of gravity. Using her momentum to add force, she spun to one side, leading with her elbow. Her attacker blocked the blow, but he released her arms to do so, giving her the opportunity she needed to break free of his hold. She heard the unmistakable rumble of King’s low chuckle before she took off running again.
She heard him following, and when she dared a glance over her shoulder, he was sauntering in her direction at a leisurely pace. Either her eyes had adjusted, or King had turned up the lights, because Bianca could clearly make out the expression on his face. It was hungry but cocky, sure of his prey. She picked up speed, her blood humming in her veins and her body aching for his touch.
Occasionally King closed the distance between them, preempting her before she could turn down a hallway or through an open door. Mostly, though, he patiently stalked her, as if he knew he’d wear her down soon enough.
Or like he was herding her into a trap.
The realization came too late. Bianca rounded a corner and ran straight into a brick wall that smelled like chocolate covered butterscotch. King swaggered up behind her.
“Hey, BB,” Daniel purred, wrapping his arms around her and pinning hers to her sides. “Nice job escaping that hold. I taught her that, you know.”
