13. Luca

13

Luca

Blake has me crushed against his chest, his mouth open as he snores. I tap his nose and he flops onto his back before resuming those cute sounds. I find myself running a finger down his cheek and slowly moving south until I'm hovering over his naked cock. It's at half mast, glistening with precum from whatever he's dreaming about. However, it's the mixture of Grayson and Blake's scent that has me staring at the release between Blake's thighs.

Grayson must have slept inside of my Omega, my cheeks heating at the fantasy of Luther's fat cock stuffed in my ass overnight. An embarrassing amount of slick gathers around my hole as my cock hardens, the fantasy a little too real. The worst part is the unfettered moan that slips from my lips, Blake opening his eyes to see me holding my cock and trying my best not to stroke it.

The pain from yesterday is still there but it's minimal compared to where it was. I can barely feel the wounds on my neck and I'm hoping that whatever drugs Luther has will make the rest of the throbbing go away.

Heat blooms in the pit of my belly, horror settling in my chest as I realize that one of my irregular heats must be on the horizon. Most Omegas have them every 2-3 months. Mine are sporadic, last three to seven days, and come around every 2-6 months. My last one was almost six months ago so I'm due for one but this is the worst timing.

Another whine falls from my mouth as the heat becomes almost unbearable and turns into a cramp. I fold over, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Blake immediately is at my side, laying me back down into the nest before cupping my face to see what I need. "You're having a heat spike, cupcake. Why didn't you say you were going into heat?"

"Because I didn't know," I hiss through clenched teeth. Tears gather in my eyes as I stare up at him. "What is this?"

He frowns, his mussed-up hair and weary expression telling me that he's not as strong as he puts out. "A heat spike? Luca, you've had a heat before, right?"

"Yes. Fuck. Do something. "

Blake still seems confused. "Cupcake, heat spikes always happen before a heat."

Not for me. In fact, I usually just start dripping slick down my legs and have to rush home and lock myself in my room. I take as much Benadryl and anything else I can manage to swallow so I don't remember it before Hudson waltzes in. I'm always sated at the end and none the wiser except for the new bruises and bites. I make the best out of the worst situation.

The cramp worsens and I try to curl up again but Blake keeps me flattened out. "You need a cock, preferably one that has a knot but neither of my Alphas can fuck you. I, on the other hand, don't have the same legal restrictions." My eyes widen as he crawls off of me and scampers to the closet before returning with a toy we used too many times in college. I used to use it on Blake before I presented, giving him some relief before we switched and he would use it on me.

Slick gushes between my thighs again as he hurriedly rolls the rubber knot onto his cock to simulate an Alpha's. It's not perfect but it's all we have. My brain is starting to turn to mush, my Omega chanting for us to be filled. Seconds later, Blake is settling between my thighs, about to push inside my ass when I reach between us to turn it on.

He nearly flops on top of me as the scent of his arousal blooms in the air, the knot ring vibrating between us. Neither of us is going to last but watching Blake lose it is everything. He grips the blankets on either side of my head, snarling as he sinks into my ass in one push. I thrust toward him, needing more friction, crying out that it's not hard enough.

"Cupcake, I'm fucking trying," he grunts between thrusts but the angle isn't right and the heat pulsing through me is uncomfortable.

Blake pulls out and gently rolls me onto my stomach. Then he pulls my ass up in the air and slips right in, my entire body going limp as he hits the right spot. This time when he starts fucking me, relief washes over me, the heat dissipating. He places a gentle hand on the middle of my back, keeping me flat against the nest, his other hand gently holding onto my hair.

Just like he used to.

"Don't be gentle. I don't want gentle," I whine. I want it to hurt. I need it to hurt to remember that I'm a terrible Omega. After all, who has another Omega fuck them through a heat spike when they're already mated? Luther and Grayson have made it clear they want me but will this be an issue? We're not being quiet. There's no doubt they'll walk in here and see what we're doing. Will they give me back?

Blake tightens his grip on my hair, the sounds coming from him reminding me of an Alpha more than an Omega. Fear laces with pleasure as I come, Blake filling my ass seconds later as that knot ring pushes inside me. For a brief moment, it isn't Blake behind me but Hudson and the brush of Blake's lips across my shoulder blade is too much.

"Stop!" It's futile to scream. Hudson will just fuck me harder until he hurts. He'll dig his hands into my stomach and bite my neck again. The fear turns to full-body terror as I scramble away from Blake, hands out in front of me to keep him from coming closer. He looks absolutely lost, shaking as he kneels where I left him. However, I'm not seeing my Omega, my best friend, and my mate.

I'm seeing Hudson. That hulking Alpha that just wants me to pop out babies and submit to him.

In a rush of panic, I dig into my bandage and rip it off, wanting to sever the connection from him. I can't see where the bite is so I rush into the bathroom, frantically scratching at it to make it go away. When that doesn't work, I snatch a small blade from the corner of the sink and dig into my skin to remove the bite altogether.

Tears glaze my eyes when I look into the mirror, several bites across my shoulder and neck. I'll have to dislodge all of them.

You stupid, stupid Omega.

"Luca!"

I ignore my name as I dig into my shoulder again, the blade ripped away from me seconds before I'm tucked into a hard chest. Luther. A wet towel is wrapped around my neck and shoulders, silence meeting my frantic state. "What are you doing, sweetheart?" Luther asks after a little while. I'm shaking from the adrenaline but I'm lucid enough to realize the consequences of my actions.

Blake tried to fuck me through a heat spike and I freaked out the moment he flipped me over. I left him in there, thinking he hurt me. My heart constricts in my chest as I try to wiggle out of Luther's hold.

"Not letting you go anywhere until you tell me what happened. You can't get rid of a bite unless it's surgically removed, Luca. You'll kill yourself before you ever accomplish that."

"Alpha, please. I… Blake…" I don't expect Luther to let me go but he does and I scramble back to the nest, crying out when Blake is still sitting on his knees. The knot ring is still vibrating, his cock angry and red, straining to come and yet his body rejecting the notion. Grayson is beside him, slowly removing the toy and dragging Blake into his lap but that doesn't soothe him. "Blake?"

He looks up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I hurt you." I've never heard him sound so fucking broken as I move closer. A cold sensation trickles down my shoulder and I can only imagine the mess I'm making but Blake's emotions are more important.

"No. You didn't," I whine. I reach out for Blake's hand and he hesitates before giving it to me. "You flipped me over and I saw him. My Alpha. I should have never…" Blake swallows nervously as I come closer before wrapping my arms around his neck. It takes him several minutes to relax and then he takes me in his arms, both of us settled in Grayson's lap.

Grayson pets my hair, Luther standing at the edge of the nest. "Luca, we need to get that-"

"Just a second. A few more seconds." Blake needs me. He needs to know that it wasn't him. He needs to know that he'll always be one of my safe spaces. Always. I never want to see that look of despair on his face again.