Page 62 of Billion Dollar Pack

“So come, love. Come all over my cock. Bathe it in your slick to keep him at bay for the moment, and I’ll shoot my cum all over you.”

That command in his voice, it forced my body to respond so quickly after the last time. That blunt cockhead teased my aching core over and over, never dipping in, until I was writhing on the bed.

I fucking hated coming like this—wanting, needing him inside me. Instead, I experienced this tumble of longing and need, of satisfaction and dissatisfaction, begging him for what I needed, right as he blasted hot cum all over my bared mound.

“This will help,” he assured me as I sobbed out my need, feeling his fingers slide through the mess he’d made. He massaged every drop into my skin, even pushing some of it inside me. “The chemical reaction apparently helps ease an omega and—Shit!”

I’d hooked my hand around his neck and dragged him down on the bed, then flipped him over so I was straddling him.

“My body. My cunt. My cock…” He was still sensitive and mostly hard, so he had to be feeling it as I rubbed him against me, wanting to push me away but refusing to allow himself. “I say where it goes and when, not your brothers.”

He grinned at that, going to pull me down beside him, but I was off the bed, my bare feet slapping down on the marble floor, then the steps as I strode downstairs.

“Oh yes…” Beau uncoiled from where he was sitting at the dining table and stalked forward, a predatory look in his eyes. “These are perfect.” His hands went to my hips, but I knocked them away. “Short of walking around here naked like the queen you are.”

“What’s this about making decisions as a pack about the kinds of sex I have?” I snapped.

“I knew this would be an issue…” Max muttered, gazing at me over the top of his laptop screen.

“Now, omega—” Tobias started to say, his calm tone belied by the hungry gaze he gave me as he stared down at my new outfit.

“Don’t you ‘now, omega’ me.” I stabbed my finger into the air. “If I want to be fucked, knotted, whatever, all I expect to hear is ‘yes, please.’”

“Yes, please,” Beau said immediately, following hot on my heels. “Please and thank you.”

Tobias smiled slowly, and with him dressed in yet another impeccable suit while I was in what felt like a few wisps of clothing, this felt like all of my hot CEO fantasies come to life.

Then of course, he had to one-up that.

He strode across the floor, scooping me up and stealing me from his brother’s grasp before setting me on the edge of the bench top, his eyes sliding down as he saw just how revealing the shorts got when my legs were splayed wide to let him in.

“As you say, omega. Always as you say.”

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“We could, of course, start right now, if you wish.”

Tobias was like the damn devil, sitting on my shoulder and promising every damn worldly pleasure with that purr of a voice. I looked up into his silver eyes, saw his smile widen slightly to reveal one sharp fang—a fang that would love to chomp down on my throat and scar me, somehow putting up a big ‘Do Not Touch’ sign there for other alphas.

And marking my lifelong commitment to them.

Shit.

I slid down from the counter, and Tobias stepped back with a nod.

“That’s a no, isn’t it?” Beau asked with a groan. “Fuck, Dad always said an omega would test us, but fuck! I’m only just getting how that works. I need to…let off some steam in my room. Start nerding out without me.”

When I took a small step towards him, that brilliant smile was back.

“You could, of course, give me a helping hand, omega. You’d find me so very grateful. I would be a very good boy all afternoon, completing every task you set me.”

More purring voices promised me so much fun if I just succumbed…

“Nope. Choke the chicken on your own.” Max had somehow set his laptop aside and was now scooping me up and then dropping me down into the corner of the couch, where the pillows were piled higher, then he threw himself down beside me, computer in hand. “Sage wants to make this symposium a success, and what my omega wants, she gets.”

“We need to make it a success,” Tobias said, rubbing his forehead. “While I thoroughly approve of this new attire—”

“Told you so,” Lucien said as he jogged downstairs.

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