15. Luca

15

Luca

Grayson hasn't moved from his perch on the couch with me firmly tucked into the side since the other two left. Well, except to feed me two pills that have put me in a permanent state of bliss. I can barely feel my body let alone the pain. Something is playing on the TV but he's scrolling through his phone, most likely working. It's almost as if I'm not here and I'd believe that if it wasn't for his hand playing with the hem of Luther's shirt. It's hanging at my knees but every swipe of Grayson's fingers across my skin shoots heat down my spine and straight to my dick.

There's no way Grayson doesn't know what he's doing.

I'm about to address his wandering hands when my phone rings. I frown and look around the living room, pissed when it's sitting on the kitchen counter. It's too comfortable to move and yet that could be Hudson. If I don't answer, things might get worse. Grayson begrudgingly lets me go and the moment I retrieve the device, I wish I had let it sing.

Mom.

"Yes?" I answer timidly, cradling the device to my ear.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Running away from your own Alpha? Hudson has been sick with worry, wondering if some harm came to you! No texts. No calls. Nothing. You pick the phone up right now and tell him that you're coming home. Better yet. Stay there. I'll send him your location. You are a disgrace to this family, Luca."

My hand tightens around the device just as Grayson moves in front of me and tucks me into his chest. The sudden panic at my mother's voice disappears and I drink in the warmth of the Alpha's scent. "I'm not going back. He hurts me, Mom."

"He is your mate and your husband. Legally, you are his. I've sent him your location. Don't move."

Grayson slips the device from my hand and turns it off before returning it to the table. Then he pulls me back to the couch, wrapping a blanket around me that smells exactly like Blake. I'm surrounded by all of their scents, Grayson tucking me into his side again. "Your mother doesn't have a legal hold over you and your Alpha can't do anything pending the domestic case the hospital launched. If he shows up at the house, he will be arrested for trespassing."

"You can do that?"

"I can protect my Omega from an abusive Alpha, yes."

"You called me yours. Grayson-"

"Because you are. If I had been a better Alpha, I would have found a way to claim you. I wasn't and we lost you for years but you're back and you're not leaving without a fight. Unless you want to?" Grayson twists toward me before slowly pulling me into his lap to straddle his thighs. His cock thickens against my thigh, the Alpha running his hands up and down my torso before settling on my hips. "Luca, what do you want?"

"Not Hudson." I tense and hold his gaze, waiting for Grayson to make the connection. Everyone knew of Hudson at college. It wasn't a secret that my parents were working for his family's company so it made sense I would be Hudson's the moment I presented as an Omega. Grayson doesn't let me curl into myself, though. His hands start moving again, up and down my torso, the effect keeping me from falling into a panic.

"The guy from school? He did this to you?"

"I used to like it. Some of it, but he's so mean with it, Gray. I thought… I thought that's what I deserved but you don't treat Blake like that. Neither of you have treated me like that." It's an odd feeling being caressed like this but I want more of it.

"Omegas are precious, gifts to an Alpha. You deserve so much more than Hudson and I can't wait to show you a completely different world than the one you were thrust into." He kisses my forehead before leaning back against the cushions, his hands settling on my waist again. His thighs spread, which spread my legs as well, his cock thickening against mine. Grayson raises an eyebrow, letting me direct this moment.

Neither of us moves for several moments until a bout of slick gathers between my thighs and drenches Grayson's pants. My cheeks heat in embarrassment but Grayson seems to be enjoying my plight, his fingers digging into my waist just enough for me to arch forward and brace myself on his shoulders. I swallow nervously as he rocks his hips up, the roughness of his pants dragging along my bare cock.

I should have accepted Luther's offer for shorts, another bout of slick running down my thighs. My fingers play with his hair settled around his neck as I search Grayson's expression. "What are you doing?" I ask. My question comes out softer than I had planned, heat bleeding through me again. I don't want another heat spike. I'm not ready.

"I can't fuck you but that doesn't mean I can't play and it's been too fucking long since you coated me in your scent. Tell me it's okay to keep going or tell me to back off Luca."

"Pl-ay?"

"Don't get all shy on me now. I'm well aware of what you and Blake used to get up to. There are many ways to come, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you, hm?" Grayson's eyes fall to my lips, his breathing picking up as he holds me. I can't help the way I grind down over his bulge, needing the friction on my cock.

If I really am having heat spikes, playing with Grayson will only help ease me into my heat. Hudson will be furious when I have to return with him but that's a problem for later.

"Yes. Please."

He chuckles as he drags me flush with his chest, placing short, sweet kisses on my lips. "God, you're precious. You always have been but this Omega side of you is perfect. Any hard limits, Luca?"

I just want him to make me come, not think about everything I don't want but I know better. Grayson is being respectful of my space, asking me what will trigger me and I appreciate that. I just wish I didn't have any issues. "Don't turn me away from you." He nods. "Be firm but not mean." I chew on my bottom lip, wondering if he knows what that means.

Blake is wonderfully rough. Hudson is mean. I don't want to come away with bruises but I want to feel the ghost of their touch after we're done and maybe even the next day. Tears cloud my vision as I try to squirm my way off Grayson's lap but he doesn't let me. My breath catches in my throat as my fingers tighten in his hair, Grayson immediately releasing me. His arms fall to his sides, his head tilted as he watches me.

"Did I hurt you?"

That panic returns and I start panting, unsure of what I want. I want Grayson's hands but I also don't want to hurt. It doesn't help that my body is craving an Alpha regardless of what I feel or what I want. With Hudson, my Omega needed the contact. My slick was present when he was in the room as it is now. A slow whine tears from my throat at the inability to decide until Grayson takes over.

He pulls the discarded blanket around my shoulders and then lays me down on the couch before crawling on top of me, slowly lowering himself until I'm pressed into the cushions. Confusion sweeps over me and then peace, my Omega suddenly calmed with his presence. He's blocking out the entire world, just the two of us but all three of their scents wrapped around me.

"Luca, I think you don't like to make decisions. You never did before but I think you hate it even more now. All of the questions make it confusing. Am I right?" I hum my answer. "I can work with that. I'm going to stay right here for a little bit, alright?"

I nod, letting myself bury my nose into his bare chest. "How-"

"Blake gets overwhelmed occasionally until he panics. I haven't had to do it for a while but this always helps. Comfortable, sweetheart?"

"Mmm." It's perfect. I don't want him to ever move.