22. Grayson

22

Grayson

It's fucking hilarious to watch two Omegas figure out how to make a nest together. They're riding their instincts high, wordlessly gesturing back and forth to figure out the best place to weave in shirts and pants that I've been looking for. I'll make a note to order another pair because every time I turn around, Blake has stolen it into his nest. I can only imagine what's going to happen when Luca makes a permanent one.

I'll have to lock up my socks.

I take up a seat in the corner, glancing over at Luther who has settled at the other side. The world is still weighing on his shoulders but he's happier than he has been in a while. I suspect it has to do with Luca's arrival and that he finally knocked some sense into Blake's head. Blake looks a bit livelier but I know that it won't stick. He's as stubborn as a mule and with Hudson still lurking around, there's no doubt in my mind that we're going to stumble into a situation filled with more stress than Blake can handle.

I swipe a piece of pizza and take a healthy bite. Blake approaches and promptly steals the pizza from my hands before pointing to my shirt. It's been a while since Blake has let his wordless desires become known. When Omegas are overwhelmed or singularly focused on something, they tend to point while grunting, whining, or throwing little temper tantrums. It's fucking adorable to watch Blake get angry at me for not giving him my shirt fast enough.

It's even funnier when Luca stomps over and snatches the shirt from me after I take it off. He glares at both of us before heading to the far edge and stuffing it in a small pocket of space. I raise an eyebrow as I'm about to address it when Blake plops into my lap and stuffs the rest of my slice into his face. He reminds me of a chipmunk as he begins to chew, grinning at his accomplishment. Luca is just as happy as he grabs two slices and snuggles up to Luther.

Luca hands Luther one piece, the cheese starting to slide. His giggles peel into his nest as Luther steals it and takes a bite. Seconds later, Luther is feeding Luca, bite by bite, the Omega squirming with excitement at being fed. He's being cherished and nourished and catered to. It's fucking perfect.

I grab one of the beers and pop open the cap, content to watch my mates relax for the first time in a while. Luca is preening beneath Luther's attention, grinning with every bite. He looks to Luther for his approval, blushing when our Alpha tells him how good of an Omega he is. It makes me wonder how often we've neglected Blake or if Blake even wants that kind of attention.

He's never asked for it and we never gave it to him. PDA was never his thing and even though being told he was doing a good job made him smile, I'm not sure we were doing him justice.

I twist Blake just a little, the chipmunk still chewing through the pizza he stuffed in his mouth. He avoids my gaze but I can feel the tendril of uncertainty running through the bond. "Blake, do you want those same things? You never wanted them before." His cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink and I hold him a little closer. "Babe, do you want us to dote on you like that? To feed you? To tell you how good of an Omega you are?"

"No." His body freezes but his scent betrays him. It sweetens to a thick syrup, his arousal so strong that I can taste it on my tongue. My poor Omega has been holding himself back, hasn't he? We'll have to change that and when I look up to see Luther and Luca staring at us, waiting for me to act, I know that I'll have two very eager men to help with that.

I drop my hand to Blake's thigh before moving to cup his cock in my hand. He hisses, the sound muffled by cheesy bread and pepperoni. "Keep chewing, babe." He squirms in my hand as I start to stroke him, Blake's breathing becoming labored as he holds onto my arm wrapped around his stomach. His hips move to meet my palm, his scent strengthening until I feel slick leaking into my sweatpants.

"Fuckkkkkk," Blake groans as he sags against me and I can't help myself as I slip my hand into his pants to grip him. His cock is warm beneath my touch, throbbing for release, and slick with pre cum.

"You are a good Omega, Blake. See the way your Alpha and your Omega are looking at you, wanting you, needing you?" I hold back a chuckle at Luca's full-blown pupils, his pants tented. Pizza sauce lingers on his lips as he leans forward, watching Blake take his pleasure. Luther's nostrils are flared, his eyes hooded as he takes us in and I couldn't feel more proud that I'm giving our Omega what he needs.

I continue my pace, picking up only slightly. His body constricts and writhes under my attention as I continue to tell him how perfect he is, how he's exactly who we want. He told us years ago that he didn't care about this, that it got in the way of his work. I'm seeing now that the world around him told him he couldn't be an Omega and a business owner. That's all going to change.

Another gush of slick coats my pants, my cock rock hard as it brushes against the seam of Blake's ass. I'm going to embarrass myself in a minute with the way Blake is rocking against me. His head falls back against my shoulder and I watch as he finally gives into his Omega, the most beautiful whine falling from his lips and activating my need to give him what he's craving. My purr rumbles through my chest and I dip my lips to my bite, silently pushing him over the edge.

Luther's purr is even louder than mine, the satisfaction on his face causing me to lose control and pump my hips upward to meet Blake's ass. Luca is on all fours, crawling toward Blake, completely lost in the moment.

"Come for me, Omega," Luther bellows, his voice reverberating through the living room. "Come for us."

The pleasured scream that tears from Blake's mouth is everything, his cum coating my hand and his pants as I find my own release. My knot throbs and thickens, yearning to be inside of my mate as Blake sags against me.

It isn't even two seconds later that Luca is dragging my hand from Blake's pants and licking the cum off my fingers. He's paying no attention to the three of us or the amusement on Blake's face.

"How are you doing, babe?" I ask, checking in. I nuzzle against his cheek, Blake letting out a little happy sigh. It's a wholly Omega sound, one that Luca responds to with a purr of his own until it's their soft rhythmic harmony filling the nest.

It's fucking perfect.