“Good,” he replied, smirking just to annoy her and get her dreamboat eyes to spark with defiance. He loved her attitude and her smart mouth, and he loved punishing her for both. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to enjoy the meal I’ve prepared for us. Then you’ll get dressed–”
“And what exactly are we getting dressed in, Quentin?” Bianca snapped irritably. “We didn’t plan for this little sleepover.”
Quentin grinned. “I should fuck your rude mouth for interrupting me. I’ll start again. First, breakfast. Then I’m going to take the two ofyou to the shower and get you nice and dirty before I clean you up. Afterward, you’ll get dressed in the clothes the Tweedles packed for you. Callum, Dante brought your go bag up from your car.”
“You had an overnight bag in your car?” Bianca lifted an eyebrow at the other omega.
“I always have an overnight bag in my car.” Callum shrugged. “I stay prepared for the possibility of a good time.”
Quentin chuckled to himself. He would have to spend some alone time with Callum soon. He liked the mischievous omega and didn’t want him to think that he was any less wanted than Bianca. The fact that they were a two-for-one deal was a phenomenal stroke of luck for Pack King.
“You’ll spend the day resting and keeping our dicks warm while we get some work done, since we were graciously given the weekend off to tend to business,” Quentin continued, watching Callum polish off a syrup-soaked bite of French toast before refilling his plate. Bianca had nearly finished her first helping as well. Quentin suppressed a purr of satisfaction. “It won’t be all relaxation, though. We expect you both to pay attention between orgasms and give us your input.”
Bianca almost smiled. “I’m not on your payroll, Mr. King.”
“We’ll fix that this morning,” Quentin promised, holding her gaze so she knew he meant it. “Now eat your sausage. You need the protein. You too, Trouble. Omegas can’t survive on carbs alone. We need to keep your energy up so we can fuck you all day.”
Callum chortled. “Sweetie, I can fuck all day on coffee and carbohydrates.”
“I don’t eat processed meat byproduct,” Bianca sneered.
Quentin felt a growl rumble in his chest. So, they’d be starting the day with a lesson. He sat back in his chair, lifting a brow. Callum’s smilefaltered and Bianca grimaced. The mood at the table shifted subtly, the other alphas straightening, arousal spreading through their bond.
“That’s the second time this morning you’ve implied I don’t know what my omegas need,” Quentin said pleasantly, watching Bianca’s pulse flutter in her throat. “And the second time since you’ve been here that you’ve pulled that snooty ungrateful shit. It’s disrespectful and hurtful, and you owe me an apology. Get on your knees.”
Bianca pressed her lips together tightly, her cheeks going pink, as she pushed back her chair and dropped to the floor. Quentin’s dick twitched at the sight of her kneeling in the oversized t-shirt, pussy no doubt weeping beneath. He licked his lips, eyes drifting to Callum.
“I think this is my first offense,” Callum argued, holding up his hands. “Shouldn’t I get a warning or something?”
Quentin fought back a laugh. “A lesson bought is a lesson learned. On your knees, Trouble.”
Callum bit his lip and dropped to the dining room floor beside Bianca. Quentin could see his dick straining against his briefs, the scent of his arousal mixing with Bianca’s and creating a dark mirror of breakfast. Poison apple French toast. Quentin let himself enjoy the mouthwatering smell and the delicious sight of the two omegas on their knees for a long moment.
“For your information, that is freshly ground organic turkey sausage from a dope little mom and pop shop in the west end that partners with the Wilder Farm to source local meat and produce,” Quentin explained, idly stroking his beard and observing the little tells that the omegas were getting worked up. Like Bianca’s nipples pebbling against the fabric of Dante’s shirt or the flush spreading over Callum’s golden skin. “I wouldn’t feed you anything but the finest, Countess.”
Bianca threw him a malevolent look but managed to keep her voice even. “I’m sorry, King.”
“Me too,” Callum added quickly. “I’m sorry, King.”
“No, you’re not,” Quentin replied, leaning forward and fixing the omegas with a dark smile. “Not yet.”
Bianca shuddered and Callum swallowed audibly. Quentin exchanged a look with his packmates. Quickly, Dante and Van leaned toward one another, hands flying in a brief battle of paper, rock, scissors. When they pulled apart, Van was pouting.
“Crawl to Dante, omegas,” Quentin demanded. “You’re going to show your alpha how much you enjoy his meat and he’s going to give you the protein you need. Maybe if you convince him you’re sorry, I’ll let you come at some point today.”
Callum’s mouth dropped open in horror. He looked at Bianca as if hoping she’d tell him Quentin was joking. Bianca scowled at the floor.
“You knew orgasm denial was on the table, and you still let me be snarky?” Callum muttered under his breath. “And you mouthed off twice! Masochist.”
“I’m sorry!” Bianca hissed irritably. “I find submission challenging. By all means, lead me down the path of contrition and show me how it’s done!”
Van coughed a sound that was more like a laugh, which Quentin dutifully ignored. He kept his attention on the omegas, nodding toward the noticeable bulge in Dante’s lap. “Take out his meat and show him how much you appreciate it. And don’t waste a drop of protein.”
The omegas complied immediately, working together to free Dante’s erection from the confines of his basketball shorts. Callum gave Bianca an encouraging nod, then lowered his head and swirled his tongue over the tip of Dante’s dick, eliciting a hiss of pleasure. Bianca watchedintently for a moment, her silvery gaze flicking from Callum to Dante, taking in their movements and reactions. Finally, she met Quentin’s eyes then held them as she ran her tongue up the seam of Dante’s shaft. Electricity coursed through the pack bond, sparking in the air between Pack King and their omegas.
Then Callum sucked Dante’s dick into his mouth and Bianca ran her tongue over his balls and around the swell of his knot, and the air practically caught fire. Dante moaned and Callum took him deeper, while Bianca cradled his balls in her palm and slurped at his knot. It was so goddamn erotic that Quentin couldn’t even speak. He couldn’t remember where he’d been going with this punishment.
“Oh,fuck!” Dante groaned, before his hips bucked and his face reddened in a way that was all too familiar. “Holy fucking shit!”
