Page 36 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)

Corbus gives an approving nod and after a few more taps, sets his iPad aside. “I’ve set it up.”

“And how are things there?” I ask, since I’m insanely curious about his trip. There are faint smudges under his crystal blue eyes, and I have a sinking feeling that they might relate to his mother’s summons. “Are all of your meetings going well?”

“Very well,” he replies, and while there’s some warmth in his voice, his mask is still firmly in place.

“I’m touching base with our main suppliers, so we won’t have to return for a while.

” I’m tempted to ask if things went well with his mom, but he sits forward suddenly, a keen light in his eyes.

“Pan back to the table again, Dash. What are you eating? Is that moules frites ?”

Dash swipes a finger through his leftover sauce and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm. Lachlan just cooked us this delectable dinner and now we’re about to start on dessert.”

Dash isn’t subtle as he casts me a heavy-lidded glance, but Corbus is staring at Lachlan, who suddenly looks a little flushed for a different reason. “You cooked my national dish?”

“Uh, maybe.” Lachlan shuffles his feet, his arms tightening around my waist. “I mean, I’m just experimenting, and it’s kind of like sautè di cozze with a marinière sauce.

Plus, French fries.” He reaches over to snag one from his plate, dragging it through the creamy sauce and popping it in my mouth.

“If we can claim them, then I guess you guys can, too.”

I bite back a giggle, my heart warming to think he’s been practicing his Belgian recipes. Adorable doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Corbus clearly agrees, because he gives a throaty hum, replacing his tea cup with a crystal glass of brandy. “And now it’s time for dessert, yes? What do you have planned? Perhaps you can send me off to bed with some sweet dreams.”

I blink at the hint of heat in his voice, but Dash is already moving our dinner plates aside, a smug look on his face. “Well, it’s a bit like one of those sip and paint classes. Only, Kate is the canvas, we’re using chocolate, and we’re getting drunk on her body instead of wine.”

Corbus cocks a perfectly formed brow. “I’m intrigued.”

“Good.” Dash claps his hands like he’s in head chef mode. “First, we need the sauce.”

“Let me warm it back up,” Lachlan says in a voice that’s all gravel, and my thighs clench as he sets me on my feet.

I snatch a quick kiss as he heads back to the stovetop, and then Dash snags the back of my jersey and pulls me into his lap.

Cuddles are always on the menu with these guys, but Dash runs his mouth down my throat, teasing my sensitive skin.

When I arch my neck in invitation, he shoots a heavy-lidded look at the camera.

“Did you know Kate’s scent gland tastes like candy, Corbus?

She’s still a little shy about it, but it’s damn near addicting for a sweet tooth like mine. ”

I want to object that it’s not shyness as much as disbelief, but Corbus makes a soft humming sound that’s completely distracting. “We know a thing or two about sweet things in Belgium.”

I shiver as Dash nips my gland, then turns my face to treat me to a deep, drugging kiss.

Corbus doesn’t make a sound, but there’s no way I can forget we have an audience, especially when Dash props me up on the edge of the table.

He rises above me in a sinuous motion, raw hunger in his gaze as Lachlan returns with the chocolate sauce.

“Ready to show our alpha what a good canvas you are, sweetheart?”

A helpless moan leaves my lips, but Corbus’ soft voice draws my gaze back to the screen. “Wait a moment, please.” He pans his camera around to show a sleeping Bram, naked to the chest in the crisp white sheets of an enormous hotel bed. “Do you think you can eat quietly, or should I mute my end?”

“Oh, my.” I’m not sure if that’s Dash or me giving a throaty exhale, but the air shifts in the room, the tension suddenly as decadent as the chocolate in Lachlan’s hands.

“He’s been working very hard,” Corbus goes on, leaning back in his seat and flicking open the buttons on his shirt. “As much as he’d like to see this, it’s better that he gets his rest, yes?”

“Uh-huh.” Dash drags his gaze away from the screen, his eyes now burning with a mischievous light as they land on me. “There's a challenge for you, sweetheart. You think you can swallow down all those pretty moans while we feast on you?”

I narrow my eyes at him, since they’ve told me repeatedly how much they love the sounds they wring from my body. But before I can give him any sass, Lachlan presses a chocolate coated thumb between my lips. “I know how to keep her quiet.”

I’d roll my eyes at him if I wasn’t entranced by his gaze. Lachlan has such a boy-next-door vibe until he gets turned on, and then a darker, hungrier version comes out to play. “Suck, Katie, so Dash can open you up for us.”

I do as I’m told, anticipation prickling over my skin as Dash nudges my thighs apart and starts drawing on the quivering skin.

They’re both crowded close, but I notice I’m still in Corbus’ line of sight.

He’s unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, his hand now resting on the bulge in his trousers.

I suck harder on Lachlan’s thumb, nipping the skin until it drags a growl from his throat.

“You still hungry, Katie? Dash, why don’t you feed her your tongue while I lick up your handiwork? ”

I groan as Dash leans down to open me up with a fast, hungry kiss.

I can feel Lachlan carefully licking up the swirls Dash has painted on my thighs, and I shudder as his tongue rasps across my panties.

The thong is already damp with my arousal, but I’m not expecting the whisper of cold metal as Lachlan slices it off with a kitchen knife.

I hiss in a surprised breath but before I can protest, Corbus says, “Put them in your pocket and save them for later.”

“Better than a mint on your pillow,” Dash teases, nibbling on my neck some more. “Any other instructions, Alpha?”

“Put your fingers inside her, both at the same time.” It’s not that outrageous, given some of the things we’ve got up to over the past few days, but having Corbus suggest it sends a bolt of heat down my spine.

I cling to Dash as Lachlan lowers himself to a knee, their strong hands stroking my thighs and belly before they meet at my core.

Two fingers slide inside me, and the delicious stretch is only more pronounced as they hold me open for Corbus’ regard.

I can barely focus on the screen as he murmurs, “She looks so warm and slick for you. How does she feel?”

“Perfect,” Lachlan rumbles, his thicker finger prodding my channel. My slick coats their hands, and as he swirls his finger deeper, he grunts. “But she’s making a mess on your table. Want us to clean it up now or leave it for later?”

I groan at the fact he’s asking Corbus , a million miles away, and in no position to dictate anything. But the alpha leans forward, his gaze fixed on my flushed face. “Omega’s choice. Would you like to come on my black walnut table or wait until you’re all cuddling in bed?”

Oh, my God. Corbus might have some intimacy issues, but he’s obviously a master at long-distance eye contact.

“Now,” I huff, grabbing Dash’s hair. “Please, don’t make me wait. I’ll do the dishes, or whatever. Just let me come, goddamnit.”

Dash ignores my frustrated tugging and circles my clit with a lazy finger. “What’s the verdict, Alpha? Do we give this hungry omega what she wants or make her wait until later?”

“Hmm.” Corbus sounds like he’s really giving it some thought. “I suppose there’s only one answer when she begs so nicely…”

The guys laugh, but my thighs are already shaking with my unraveling release. I drag Dash’s mouth toward my throbbing core, right as their fingers meet on my clit. Pleasure is burning up my spine, but I still send Corbus a beseeching glance. “Alpha?”

“Come, mijn liefje , and let me hear how sweet you sound.”

There’s no holding back after that, and I shudder on the table as my passion-soaked cries fill the air. When I finally drift down from my high, the blood is pounding in my ears, and I’m clinging to the guys as they lap and groan between my thighs.

I force my eyes open just in time to watch Corbus come all over his stomach.

Now that’s what I call a sweet dream.

“So beautiful,” Lachlan growls as he kisses his way up my body.

“It is,” I murmur, my gaze still glued to the screen.

Dash snickers at my distraction. “He’s like a fine European wine. It’s so fancy you want to save it, but once you get started, you guzzle the whole bottle until your head spins.”

A tiny smile pulls at Corbus’ mouth, but he definitely looks more relaxed as he wipes his stomach with a linen napkin.

I, on the other hand, am still covered in sticky fingerprints and chocolate sauce. “Can I just lie here a little longer before I deal with the dishes?”

The guys exchange an amused look, but all our attention snaps back to the screen as a sleep-rumpled Bram staggers over towards us.

“Dishes?” He palms his face, then peers from Corbus’ recumbent form to my burning cheeks and damp thighs. “What the hell did I just miss?”