“I’m going to give you everything you need and more, baby girl,” Quentin promised, cradling her head and encouraging her to bite down as hard as she wanted. “It’s all already yours.”
Quentin pinned her against the wall with his bodyweight while he pushed the elevator call button. She purred and squirmed, biting down harder. Quentin’s body buzzed with adrenaline as his omega staked her claim, marking him as hers.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened in a whoosh of coconut and cloves. Dante pulled them inside, his dark eyes wild and eager. The pack bond was alive with sensation, the rut almost contagious.
Dante kissed Quentin hard, then kissed Bianca harder on a mouth stained with Quentin’s blood. The sight filled Quentin with primal need. In the next moment, he’d unzipped his pants and thrusted inside Bianca’s bare, dripping pussy, his free hand stroking Dante’s dick through his sweats.
“Yes, more!” Bianca moaned into Dante’s mouth, making both alphas growl.
The elevator doors opened into the packhouse all too soon and not soon enough. They stumbled inside with Bianca still writhing on Quentin’s dick. He tried to remember the other very important piece of the plan as her perfume swelled, her instincts responding to her pack’s pheromones. He felt an all-consuming need growing in his chest. His teeth ached.
The thick scent of French toast pulled him back from the brink of oblivion, reminding him of the important thing. Pack King hadtwoomegas. They weren’t fully bonded, and one of them was in heat. Quentin wasn’t sure if Bianca’s instinctive territoriality would perceive Callum as a threat, but there was a chance. Though the alphas would be able to handle whatever happened, they’d taken precautions in case things got volatile.
“Van and Trouble?” Quentin asked, holding Bianca tight against him as they made their way to the main bedroom and their waiting nest.
“In the guest room,” Dante answered, even though he couldn’t take his eyes or hands off Bianca. “They’re awaiting orders, but Spider is a little…agitated. I think they might’ve synced up.”
Quentin felt another surge of adrenaline. No wonder Dante had already been so wound up. It wasn’t just the sensations they’d been sharing through the bond that had the alphas of Pack King on the verge of being lost to their ruts. They were reacting to a deep-seated biological imperative to claim and fuck and breed.
Becausebothof Pack King’s omegas were in heat.
Chapter twenty-six
Dante
Both of Pack King’s omegas were in heat.
After King and Bianca had returned to the penthouse that morning, Dante had left his other two mates to finish their breakfast while he went to his office to catch up on some paperwork. When the text from King warned them of Bianca’s heat, Dante launched into action, joining Teresa in making sure everything was arranged so that the pack could focus on tending to their omega. He’d thought they were prepared for everything.
However, when he’d returned to the packhouse, Dante found it thick with Callum’s perfume. He’d followed the irresistible scent of French toast to the guestroom, where a wild-eyed Van had their itsy-bitsy Spider bent over the bed making sounds that turned Dante’s blood to lava. He’d had to leave the room quickly and hadn’t dared go back.
He knew someone had to stay clearheaded and be the go-between until Pack King was sure their omegas could coexist peacefully during their heats before their bond was complete. Dante didn’t know what he’d do if they had to keep the omegas separated. He already felt torn in two, knowing they needed him and weren’t safe together in the nest where he could tend to them. Dante needed them both to feel whole.
He hadn’t been able to wait another moment when King and Bianca finally got home, and the elevator ride had been exquisite torment. It was a relief to finally touch and taste and smell his mates, but he needed so much more. He moved through the hallway with them, his hands searching, massaging, caressing as he breathed them in, answering King’s questions automatically between desperate kisses.
They’d nearly reached the main bedroom when the aroma of maple syrup and French toast caught his attention. Callum’s pheromones were thick in the air near the room where Van was taking care of him. Bianca’s head snapped up when she caught the scent, her teeth bared. Her nostrils flared as she turned her glassy gaze toward the guestroom.
Dante tensed, prepared to distract her or restrain her or whatever was necessary. She growled low in her throat. King seemed poised to hustle her away when she reached a hand toward the door, but she vehemently shook her head.
“Mine,” she whined, pulling against King’s grip and pointing urgently at the guestroom door.
Dante cocked his head, trying to decipher her meaning. “Your alpha and your omega are both in that room. Callum is in heat and Van is tending him. Who do you want?”
Dante knew coherent speech was a challenge when heats and ruts took over, but he had the feeling Bianca understood what she was saying. She looked at him with a hint of her usual frustration, whining softly. King moaned, pressing her against the wall and shoving into her roughly. Bianca cried out, throwing her head back as her whole body trembled, her nails digging into King’s bulging biceps. Dante’s dick throbbed painfully.
Maybe he made a sound or maybe she just sensed his desire, but Bianca’s attention snapped back to him. Her parted lips were so invitingthat Dante felt himself involuntarily moving toward her. She shook her head again, stopping him in his tracks.
“I need all of you,” she panted, rocking her hips to meet another thrust from King. “Mine.”
“Have Van bring Trouble out,” King ordered through gritted teeth, not faltering in his punishing thrusts. “She can handle it.”
Dante nodded and slipped into the guest bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. He needed to get to Callum, but he didn’t want to be away from Bianca. When the omegas’ perfumes thickened and mixed, Dante thought he might weep. This was what he needed.
He found his other omega dozing in an oversized armchair on Van’s lap. Callum’s golden-brown skin was flushed, his curls damp against his forehead. With Van’s fresh claim mark on his neck, he was the most beautiful damn thing Dante had ever seen, and sexy as all hell, even fast asleep.
Van, however, was wide awake, his nostrils flared and pupils blown wide. Dante had never seen him in this state. It was a miracle he was letting Callum sleep when he was obviously teetering on the verge of a full-blown rut. Dante knew the exact moment Van scented Bianca’s perfume. An electric charge jolted through the pack bond. Van’s growl rumbled through the room, and Callum whined in response, his eyelids fluttering open.
“Alpha,” Callum sighed when he caught sight of Dante, and Dante felt like he could tear the world apart with his bare hands.
