Dante broke the kiss to gaze over Bianca’s shoulder at the other omega. Callum clutched the edge of the table, panting as he met Van thrust for thrust, his amber eyes watching Bianca. Dante could feel Callum’s yearning, his need. He was as drawn to Bianca as the alphas were, was just as desperate for her as he was for Pack King. Dante could sense how much Callum wanted to have her, to mark her and claim her. He could feel the pull between them, between all of them.
A shiver ran down Dante’s spine. He knew what that meant. The bonds between them were already forming. If they continued down this path, there’d be no turning back.
“Lay back, sweetheart,” he murmured, holding Callum’s gaze as Bianca leaned back. Once she was flat on the table, Dante trailed his hands up her abdomen to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She whimpered, clenching tighter around his cock. “Give her a kiss, Spider. You look like you need a taste.”
Bianca arched her back, pressing her tits into his hands. Callum leaned down to kiss her upside down, moaning when their lips met. Dante swiveled his hips, burying himself deeper inside her fluttering walls.
He began to move in shallow strokes, watching Van match his rhythm as the two omegas made out across the table. Their gasps and moans mingled with the wet sounds of the alphas rutting into them. Dante groaned, adding longer strokes between shallow thrusts, and relishing the way Bianca’s cunt squeezed him in response.
Callum leaned forward, tracing his tongue from Bianca’s mouth down her neck, and then lower, flicking his tongue over Dante’s fingers before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Bianca screamed, pussy gripping Dante so hard he saw stars. He took his thumb, wet with Callum’s saliva, and pressed it to her clit, stroking the little bud firmly.
“Oh. My.God!” Bianca’s voice broke and Dante watched her fall apart, her pussy spasming around him with a ferocity that completely undid him.
Luckily, Callum’s hips were bucking and Van was moaning, and it was clear everyone was feeling the same way. Dante gave in to sensation, rutting into Bianca until his spine tingled and his knot grew taut. When he locked it inside of her, he thought he might have found the meaning of everything.
There was no question that it was the best day of Dante’s life. When Van took the omegas home that night and reported for his next shift at the penthouse, it felt like a piece of Dante went with them. He buried his face in the robes they’d left behind, breathing in their scents and vowing to himself that their nights apart were numbered.
Soon, Callum and Bianca would come home for good.
Chapter nineteen
Bianca
It was just a hobby.
That’s what Bianca told herself repeatedly as she threw herself into her work with King’s Guard over the following weeks. She didn’t let herself dwell on how much it thrilled her to solve the little problems that arose along the way as Pack King expanded their business endeavors to include event rentals and custom furnishings. She refused to think about the ticking clock hanging over their heads. Instead, she saved her brain power for King’s Guard’s weekly team meetings, where her ideas carried equal weight with any of the alphas.
Bianca knew she’d never have as much influence in Pack Willoughby’s affairs. So far, the only thing they’d ever asked her opinion on were renovations to the southern wing of their London estate. It had been their previous omega’s private quarters, complete with a bedroom, bathroom, parlor, living room, dressing room, library, private garden, and a flexible space that Bianca would likely change from a craft room to a personal gym. It even had a small kitchen, just in case the meals and services of their staff weren’t enough to keep her from venturing into the rest of the mansion too often. It was obviously intended to be Bianca’s new cage, somewhere for her to be tucked out of Pack Willoughby’s way.
She’d probably only have to see her mates for formal meals, on the occasional public outing where they needed a trophy, and during her heats, which was exactly the type of setup she’d hoped for. Having an entire wing of a luxurious manor to herself would suit Bianca just fine since she’d always preferred to be left to her own devices. (Until Callum and Pack King came along, but she wasn’t going to think about that.)
Maybe Pack Willoughby would allow her a harmless hobby to keep her busy, and then she could continue at King’s Guard. She could work remotely, or perhaps her mates wouldn’t mind their omega keeping an apartment in her home country. She could split her time between the US and UK, doing her duty while still maintaining her own private affairs.
But she was getting ahead of herself. It would be a while yet before Pack Willoughby declared their intentions. She’d have until at least after her next heat, since they weren’t returning until midsummer, and there wouldn’t be enough time for her parents to work out all the legalities before then. Of course, she could get out of her temporary arrangement with Pack King if she tried, but she would cheerfully murder Pack Willoughby with her bare hands rather than take them on before she had a chance to experience a heat with Pack King.
According to Maude’s intel, the old alphas had no biological offspring aside from an estranged child that nobody seemed to know anything about. Considering they’d had decades with their first mate before she died and several years with their second, even younger mate before she’d taken ill and passed as well, they obviously hadn’t prioritized creating heirs. Even if their omegas had fertility issues, there were options for men of their means if they wanted to reproduce, which must mean it wasn’t important to them.
That was fine with Bianca, who hadn’t given children much thought except in the most abstract, obligatory sense. Having babies was anomega’s duty to the world, their alphas, and their families, but Bianca had never even considered whether she wanted them for herself.
Unbidden, a tableau sprung to her mind: Callum snuggled up next to Bianca in the nest Daniel had built for them. Instead of sporting his washboard abs, Callum’s belly was round, and King rested his ear against it with a small smile on his face, as if he could actually hear the fetus growing inside. The others were there too, of course, laughing at the babies crawling around the nest—babies that looked like Bianca and Callum but with Dante’s dark eyes or Daniel’s wide grin.
Bloody hell, get a fucking grip, Bianca Bonnycastle!She forcefully banished the ridiculous image to the dark recesses of her mind and stuffed it inside a steel box. Then she filled the box with stones, locked it, and chucked it into an imaginary ocean.
The point of her rambling thoughts was that if Pack Willoughby wasn’t set on having children right away, she could probably delay the mating to the fall, or even next spring. She could have several heats under King’s tutelage. The thought made the blood sing in her veins.
Delaying the mating would be the sensible thing to do. She could easily negotiate a spring date. Her family would need the time to plan a ceremony befitting a Bonnycastle. Besides, it would take at least that long to redecorate the manor house. Pack Willoughby’s last omega had atrocious taste.
By next spring, Crown Hall should be ready for events. Bianca smiled at the thought. She’d suggested the name, knowing that any venue wishing to attract a certain class of clientele would need brand recognition. Pack King had agreed, with the caveat that they would figure out a sliding scale for rental fees, so that the venue would be affordable for more than just the wealthy one percent. And Bianca didn’t hate that idea. They could afford to be as generous as they liked because she was going to makethem so much money. She had so many business ideas. A thrill zipped through her chest.
Perhaps she could hold her mating party there and give the business a nice boost before she left. The thrill in her chest shriveled and sank, landing like a brick in her belly. When she tried to imagine standing with her mates in Crown Hall, it wasn’t Pack Willoughby she saw at her side. She couldn’t even imagine being able to focus on Willoughby if King was in the same room. And if she caught a whiff of Callum, Daniel, or Dante, could she really expect herself to walk out with that pack of doddering old fools?
Bianca mentally shook herself. Rich, respected, stable old fools, whoshe’dselected. She needed to remember that. She needed to keep her priorities straight while she had her fun.
Perhaps she’d push for a ceremony in London, far from Pack King. King’s Guard would be fine without the exposure from hosting her mating party. Things would be on an upward trajectory by the time she left them behind. Their self-defense classes would be in full swing by then, and the furniture shop was already up and running. Callum’s teaser post about Daniel’s custom nests had gone semi-viral, making it a very good thing that the workshop renovations were moving along quickly. Events and tenants were going to drastically increase the business’s revenue and Bianca would have the satisfaction of knowing she’d had a hand in the pack’s incredible success. She’d have time to see them hit a few major milestones before she moved on to bigger and better things.
Things that suddenly felt small and inconsequential.
“Bianca? Did you hear what I said about Burn Barre?”
