“Are you coming already?” Van asked gleefully. “Holy fucking shit is right! This has got to be a goddamn record!”
Dante only moaned as the omegas continued their combined efforts, lapping up every bit of his cum just as Quentin had instructed. Van laughed until his face was as red as Dante’s. For his part, Dante looked both mortified and blissed out, hooded eyes locked on the omegas. Quentin finally found his voice when they sat back on their heels and looked to him for further directions.
“Well, it looks like you convinced Dante, but I can’t let you off that easily,” Quentin mused. “You’ve got to work harder than that to earn my forgiveness.”
“They didn’t even break a sweat!” Van cackled.
“I hate you both,” Dante muttered.
Again, Quentin ignored his packmates, keeping his stern gaze on the omegas. Their pupils were blown and the scent of their arousal had only intensified. He could tell they’d taken great pleasure in satisfyingDante, just as they should’ve. But their punishment wasn’t over yet. He had to make sure they understood he was serious about their care and protection, and that meant he had to stick to his guns regarding consequences for disrespect or disobedience.
“Dante, scrounge up a couple of robes for the omegas to wear after their shower, since Countess doesn’t trust me to clothe them.” Quentin held Bianca’s gaze as he gave the order, noting how she winced at his words. “They don’t need clothes since they’ll be stuffed full of dick all day. After you two finish cleaning up, get the conference room ready for a team meeting.”
From the way Dante sighed and Van grinned, Quentin knew they would be bickering all damn day. Dante deserved a little payback since he’d been giving Van shit for weeks, but Van would be worse. Quentin had more interesting things to do than listen to his packmates squabble. Before they could start up, he stood and stretched, gazing down at the delectable sight of Callum and Bianca on their knees.
“Omegas, go wait for me in the bathroom,” he commanded. “You should be naked and kneeling when I get there.”
Chapter eighteen
Dante
Dante dawdled in the bedroom for as long as he could. He changed clothes slowly, strategically positioning himself where he could get the best view of the ensuite bathroom without being seen. The scene unfolding between King, Callum, and Bianca threatened to make Dante embarrass himself for a second time that morning.
King was alternating fucking the omegas’ mouths, and they were eagerly attending to his balls and knot between turns swallowing his cock. All three were completely naked, which was enough to short circuit Dante’s brain without the added effects of the scents in the air and the sounds echoing off the bathroom tiles. He nearly swooned.
Dante could see King’s broad back and muscular ass flexing as he held the omegas by the hair, pumping mercilessly into their willing mouths. The ink on his spine rippled, the plague doctor mask staring ominously as it dangled from a helmet on the muzzle of a rifle encased in a combat boot. Dante had the same tattoo on his left forearm—as did their entire regiment—but it sure as fuck didn’t look the same on anyone else as it did on King. King looked like a goddamn superhero and fucked like a villain.
In comparison to their pack leader, the omegas looked delicate and small. They knelt on folded towels that King had undoubtedly put down to cushion their knees on the unforgiving tile, but those towels would have the envious secondary job of soaking up the slick running down their thighs. Dante’s gaze followed one shiny trail, lingering on Callum’s rigid cock and his glistening thatch of dark pubic hair, before tracing his eyes up taut abs and defined pecs. Next, his gaze drifted to Bianca’s full breasts and stiff nipples. Dante had quickly learned how much he loved to suck those perfect peaks into his mouth and tease them with his teeth…
“So, you’re quick on the draw until it’s time to clean up, I see.” Van’s huge form filled the bedroom doorway. He stood there like an asshole, smiling widely at Dante. “Come on, Minute Man. The dishwasher ain’t gonna load itself.”
Dante reluctantly dragged his attention away from the bathroom to glare at Van, who only waggled his eyebrows and cocked his head toward the kitchen, before turning and striding away. Dante cast a last, longing look at the magic happening in the bathroom before trudging after his packmate. Van had already cleared the table and was wiping down the stove when Dante reached the open kitchen/dining/living area and dutifully began to load the dishwasher.
Van gave him two blissful minutes of silence before he started up again. “I’d say King has been fucking their mouths for about ten minutes now, which is already ten times longer than you managed.”
Dante thrust a plate into the dishwasher with more force than necessary. “Keep it up, Farmer Dan, and I’m going to shit in your shoes.”
Van threw his head back and guffawed. “Aww, babe. You’re so touchy! What’s wrong, pretty boy? You’re not used to failure, huh? I’d feel bad for you if I hadn’t just watched you get a double blow job over breakfast.I think you’re having a damn good day, so forgive me but I’m going to milk your disgrace…much like Callum and Bianca milked your cock, but for way,waylonger.”
Dante tried to look pissed as he slammed the dishwasher shut. “That’s it, motherfucker. You better start checking your gym shoes in the morning. There’s going to be a wet hot surprise waiting for you when you least expect it.”
“Like the wet hot surprise you gave Callum sixty seconds into French toast fellatio?” Van shot back. He cackled, dodging the potholder Dante hurled at his face.
“Fuck you, Van. You've got two braincells and they're both fighting for third place.” Dante flipped Van off and stalked from the room. “You’re on your own, shithead. I’m going to rummage up a couple of robes.”
It made the most sense to choose from his own wardrobe for the omegas, given that he was the smallest member of the pack. He tried not to feel smug about knowing they’d be swathed in his scent all day, their bare skin rubbing against his robes. Bianca’s smart mouth had earned them a punishment that was actually a prize for the alphas. How the fuck was he going to get anything done with the two of them sitting around basically naked?
Dante reached the bathroom again just in time to see King coming on the omegas’ outstretched tongues, their upturned faces, and all over Bianca’s perfect tits. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to remind himself not to cream his pants at the sight. It took all his remaining willpower not to follow them into the shower once King had praised them and ordered them up from the floor.
“You’d come again before you got a decent pump in, and then I’d have to listen to you and Van’s shit for the rest of my fucking life,” King told him with a smirk as he followed Dante’s hungry gaze to the omegas inthe shower stall. “Try to cool off and get ready for work. I’m going to get them squeaky clean but not let them come. By the time we join you and one of them sits on your dick, they’ll be ready to explode and you can redeem yourself.”
Dante growled but King only winked at him before joining Callum and Bianca in the shower. The frosted glass obscuring their bodies was the only thing that gave Dante the strength to drag himself out of the room.
By the time King, Bianca, and Callum joined them, Van and Dante were seated around a table in one of their fifth-floor meeting rooms, tapping away on their laptops. Dante had taken King’s advice and had a quick, cold shower before getting the meeting room set up. Everyone’s laptops were connected to the network and arranged around the table, including one for Bianca, and he’d made sure they were all able to display their screens via the huge monitor that took up one wall of the room. He’d pulled up the building’s blueprints, and he and Van were discussing the layout of the new furniture showroom and workshop when their pack leader led the two omegas in.
Despite the calming effects of the icy shower, Dante’s dick stirred immediately at the sight of Callum and Bianca wearing his robes. They were both rosy-skinned and bright-eyed, their scents warm and content and coated in arousal. Dante suppressed a growl as they took their seats, Callum beside Van and Bianca next to Dante, filling the vacant spots on either side of King’s place at the head of the table.
It was fucking perfect.
