“Ooh you could do those collapsible walls that give you the option of having smaller meeting rooms or to open them up into one huge space. We’d make a killing on event rentals,” Callum panted, still squirming on Van’s cock, despite the big arm wrapped around his waist. “Luckily for you, the Archduke of Administration also handles facilities management.”
King nodded thoughtfully. “Not a bad idea. We could offer an in-house event coordinator for an additional fee. I know someone who’s really good at that shit.”
Bianca tried to hide how much she liked the idea, but Dante could sense her pleasure. She laughed lightly. “I suppose I could add that to my nonexistent job description, but I’ll need to be heavily involved in the renovations. If I’m going to be putting on events here, it needs to meet my standards and reputation.”
“Of course,” King agreed before fixing her with a dark look. “Now get your snooty ass up. You will not refer to anyone in this building as ‘the help’. You need another reminder about that stuck up shit, so wrap that slutty cunt around Dante’s dick like a good little cock warmer. You two can work out the details of the floor plan while Van and Trouble research logistics.”
Dante’s cock leapt to attention as Bianca huffed but immediately obeyed. He held his breath as she slid him free of his sweats and boxers, running her hand up and down his length a few times before lifting her robe. Dante growled low in his chest at the sight of her bare ass and slick thighs. Bianca shivered, stepping closer and drowning him in her spicy apple allure. Hands clutching the arms of his chair, she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. Dante groaned as her slick heat swallowed him.
“Careful, Papito,” Van taunted, because he couldn’t resist the chance to be an ass. “You might want to pace yourself. Maybe think about baseball or something.”
“Get to work,” King barked before Dante could reply.
He was surprised that he managed to focus on anything aside from the delicious sensation of Bianca’s pussy squeezing his dick, but somehow, they actually did some more work. They decided on a first-floor layout that incorporated Callum’s ideas to maximize the space and make it versatile enough to host both day-to-day meetings and more formal events. Meanwhile, Callum and Van were discovering the ins and outs of permits, insurance, and liquor licenses. King was being his quiet, introspective self, eyes fixed on his computer screen. Despite his steady, calm demeanor, Dante could feel his contentment warming the pack bond.
It was pleasant spending the day together that way, even when a paper wad bounced off Dante’s chest and he looked up to see Van grinning at him wickedly. Dante glared back, which naturally didn’t deter the giant goofball, who spent the next fifteen minutes attracting his attention at regular intervals just to fuck with him. After Dante and Bianca had agreed on adding a live wall and atrium to the lobby to make the most of the property’s green views, Van “accidentally” jostled the table for the third time. When Dante looked up, Van readjusted Callum on his cock, eliciting a very sexy whimper.
Dante couldn’t help but rock his hips a little at the sound, enjoying the feel of Bianca’s walls tightening around him in response. She let out a low moan that had Dante clenching his fists against the urge to grab her hips and bounce her on his dick until she made that sound again, until she was screaming his name. There was no way Dante would let himself come before Van, but it wasn’t going to be easy. Not when he was buriedin Bianca’s dripping cunt and both omegas’ scents were growing sweeter by the minute.
“If the engineer approves this plan, the indoor-outdoor vibe is going to shine. What do you think about sprucing up the outside of the building?” Dante ground out through his teeth, attempting to regain his focus. Bianca turned her glazed eyes back to the blueprints. “We own enough of the undeveloped land around us to get creative.”
Somehow, Bianca answered, though her attention was obviously elsewhere. Then Van leaned back in his chair in an exaggerated stretch, pulling Callum with him. The front of Callum’s robe fell open completely, and his glistening dick slapped against his washboard abs. Dante’s brain stuttered. Bianca stopped talking mid-sentence.
“Van,” King warned.
“What?” Van asked innocently.
Their pack leader sighed heavily again. Bianca squirmed, making Dante’s cock twitch. Her robe had slid farther down her shoulder, and her collarbone was just begging to be licked. This close, Dante could see the faint shimmer of the faded claim mark on her neck. He wanted to bite down on it, to mark her anew and obliterate the memory of Ferris’s claim.
Bianca whined, responding to his dick throbbing inside her or his pheromones or maybe she could sense his thoughts, his need. Callum echoed the sound, the omegas’ eyes meeting across the table, reflecting the same desperation. They hadn’t come all day, and they were aching for it. The knowledge made Dante ravenous.
“Anything else you’d want to see in the lobby?” he asked Bianca halfheartedly, already pretty certain that work was done for the day.
“Hmm?” she murmured, still watching Callum.
“We’ve been sitting too long!” Van declared loudly. “We should stretch our legs.”
He rose abruptly, bending Callum over the table in the process. Callum moaned, arching his back and bucking his hips in a move that obviously caught Van off guard. The big alpha groaned and thrusted forward, making the omega cry out.
“King, isn’t our punishment over yet?” Callum whined, turning his amber eyes beseechingly toward the head of the table. “Make Van stop tormenting us! We need to come.”
King chuckled darkly and Dante’s stomach fluttered. There was something so effortlessly dominant about him, something that made even the toughest alphas want to submit. He’d affected Dante the same way since the moment they’d met. Dante would never get tired of it.
King turned his attention to Bianca. “Do you agree, Countess? You think you deserve to come now?”
Dante groaned at the responding gush of slick and Bianca’s pussy constricting around his cock. She shivered again, her scent so damn thick Dante could practically taste it. His teeth ached, the urge to bite her surprising him with its primal intensity.
“I’m sorry for being stuck up,” Bianca whispered, squirming again. “Please let us come, alpha.”
For fuck’s sake, Dante was going to lose his mind if he didn’t move soon. He glanced at Van, who was holding Callum’s hips still, his teeth clenched in concentration. Dante almost laughed. If King didn’t let them off the leash, they were both going to embarrass themselves.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” King sat back, slowly removing his glasses and arranging them on the table beside his laptop. “I guess it’s time for a break. Show me how hard you can make your omegas come, boys.”
Dante sighed in relief. He could feel Bianca tightening around him in anticipation. He lifted her off his lap, earning a gasp of dismay. He stood quickly and spun her to face him, swallowing the little gasp in a ravenous kiss. She opened to him, arms snaking around his neck and her luscious breasts pressing against his chest.
Dante hoisted her onto the table, plunging back into her in the same movement. Her responding moan was like music. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Dante held her face in both hands, kissing her deeply, letting himself get lost in her taste.
“Fuck you smell like heaven, Bianca.” It was Callum’s voice that cut through the haze, sounding husky and hungry.
