He kissed Callum hard, relishing the way the taste of Bianca’s pussy mixed with Callum’s own unique essence. Callum sighed, opening to him, accepting his claim. Accepting his heart.
King stretched out beside them, planting kisses along Callum’s neck. Dante felt the omega shudder beneath him, felt the thrill of desire and love that Callum experienced at King’s touch. It was incredible and exhilarating and maddening all at once. Dante had been in love with Quentin King for half of his life. Sharing the emotions he evoked in their omegas was only going to make Dante fall more in love with the already-too-irresistible asshole.
Dante released Callum so that he could grab a handful of King’s locs and pull him into a kiss. The sensation of kissing King was so different from kissing the omegas, his lips just as soft but far more commanding and deliberate. Dante groaned as his cock stiffened again.
Callum took advantage of Dante’s position, biting his exposed neck. Dante gasped into King’s mouth as the gold light of the bond shone brighter. A wave of warmth washed over him and Dante felt like he was floating, nothing tethering him to the earth except the glowing threads wrapped around his heart that connected him to the four beautiful souls who’d changed his life. His mates.
When Callum and King released him, Dante eased his cock free and collapsed onto his back. He stared up at the canopy, and it was like staring into the night sky. The entire universe was in this nest.
Bianca’s beautiful face appeared above him as she straddled him, bracing one hand on his chest and using the other to position him at her entrance. The fierce need in her expression brought him back from his lovesick euphoria, immediately rekindling the rut. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, thrusting up into her slick heat. Her answering moan was like music. Dante watched her gorgeous tits bounce as she rode him, his mouth watering with the urge to tease her nipples with his teeth before making his way up to her neck to finally stake his claim.
Beside them, King had pulled Callum up onto his knees, pressing the omega’s back to his front with one huge hand wrapped around his throat and the other languidly stroking Callum’s cock. Callum moaned, his hips bucking and eyes rolling back in his head. Bianca whimpered and her pussy clenched around Dante’s dick.
“You need more, don’t you omegas?” King demanded, his eyes dark and dangerous. He watched Bianca slide up and down Dante’s length, matching her tempo as he stroked Callum’s cock. “Your alphas know what you need. You need all of your mates filling you up, don’t you?”
“Yes, King,” Bianca and Callum moaned in perfect unison, sending another jolt of electricity through the pack bond.
“Lean forward and show Van that pretty asshole, Countess,” King commanded. “Van come bury your cock in her slutty little hole while I do the same for Trouble.”
Dante moaned as Bianca followed King’s order, changing the angle of his next thrust as she pressed her glorious tits against his chest. Van settled behind her and Dante felt Bianca’s pussy flutter as his packmate slowly eased his thick cock into her ass. The slide of Van’s dick against his was delicious, the thin barrier between them only heightening the sensation.
“Fuckfuckfuck moremoremore,” Bianca whimpered, writhing desperately. “Please, alphas.”
Van groaned and pushed deeper, setting a tempo of long, slow strokes. Bianca’s body quaked, a gush of slick drenching Dante’s cock. She let out another litany of curses, her pussy squeezing him as if trying to consume him.
“Callum, give your greedy omega something to fill her filthy mouth,” King ordered.
Dante turned his head to watch as King guided Callum close enough for him to slip his cock between Bianca’s parted lips. She opened forhim eagerly, eyes watering as she moaned around his length. Dante drove up into her dripping cunt, matching Van’s rhythm and the rhythm of Callum pumping into Bianca’s mouth and of King thrusting into Callum’s ass.
The pack bond blazed even brighter, the connection between their bodies intensifying the link between their souls. Dante lost himself in that light, rutting into Bianca until he felt the telltale spasming of her inner walls around his dick. He bit her then, his teeth piercing the delicate flesh of her neck. The coppery sweetness of her blood filled his mouth and silvery threads tightened around his heart. Her slick ran down his thighs as she came apart for him. Dante released his bite and let his head fall back against the bed, wanting to watch his mates in their pleasure.
Callum cried out, plunging deeper into Bianca’s mouth as King marked him, the bond practically vibrating with pleasure and triumph and so much fucking love it almost hurt. Bianca greedily swallowed Callum’s cum, lapping up the few drops that escaped her lips. Van’s movements stuttered, and Dante knew his packmate was as close to the edge as he was.
When Van grunted and forced his knot into Bianca’s ass, constricting Dante’s cock even more, Dante fell over that edge. He drove his hips up a few final times, chasing the tingling sensation building at the base of his spine, then plunged his knot into her quivering pussy. Bianca screamed and crested into another orgasm as Dante and Van filled her with cum.
“Good girl,” Dante moaned and Bianca mewled, her pussy clamping down impossibly tighter. “Milk our fucking knots just like that.”
King reached for her, cupping the back of the omega’s neck and pulling her closer, while still fucking Callum’s ass in hard, deep strokes. With two knots inside her, Bianca was pliant and blissfully dazed, gazingat King serenely as she bared her neck. King bit her with a satisfied growl, his eyes locking with Dante’s as he buried his gold canines in her neck.
And that was it. The moment everything made sense. Dante felt like he was opening his eyes for the first time.
Pack King’s bond had been strong. It’d been good. They’d been a perfectly compatible trio who might’ve lived all their days happily together.
But this was a revelation. This was a miracle. Being connected through their omegas was like closing a circuit. Fire and magic and electricity flowed between them. Their bond was a vibrant tapestry of interwoven light.
Pack King had been perfectly fine. Now they were so much more.
They were whole.
Epilogue
Bianca
Ten Months Later
Bianca King was happy.
Completely, perfectly, incandescently happy.
