23. Luca

23

Luca

I woke up to kisses and cuddles with Blake, my Omega letting me pet his face while I sucked on his bottom lip until Luther rudely ripped me away and deposited me in the bathroom. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me like a caveman before I could even register the loss of Blake's warmth.

"Wait–why—"

Luther chuckles as he presses a kiss to my forehead. "There's a small emergency at the office which is why we need showers."

"I thought Blake wasn't going to-"

"He's not but confining him to the house won't make it any better. I thought we might like to go somewhere afterward."

I glare at him and then try to peek around him to get a glimpse of Blake. My poor Omega is groaning about not wanting to get up, Grayson dragging him past us to the bathroom down the hall. My nose wrinkles at the idea of using the soaps to wash off our scent and Luther steps forward to gently pinch my chin. "Sweetheart, there's pear-scented body wash in the corner."

"Really?" It's not perfect but smelling like Blake is the next best thing to having him right beside me.

"Mmhmm. Make sure to clean your neck, alright? I don't want it getting worse. Your pills are on the counter if you need them." His hand moves to cup my cheek and I nuzzle into it, loving how large his hands are. I turn my face just enough to press my nose into his palm, drinking in his scent for several seconds before realizing how fucking weird this is.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Go take your shower. I'll have breakfast ready and then we'll go meet the other two."

I can feel his uncertainty at letting Grayson and Blake go alone but I also understand why he's dragging me along as well. Luther really does want to protect his family and I've become part of that. Knowing that I'll get to see where all the magic happens, I rush to take my shower, nearly slipping on the heated tile in the process.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm doused in Blake's body wash scent, my neck is rebandaged after several tries, and I've slipped into a pair of Blake's clothes left for me on the sink. They're a little too long but we haven't had time for shopping and I'm not going back to Hudson's for my stuff. It dawns on me that I never responded to Shelly about my shifts, the horror that I've probably been fired settling in my chest.

Unfortunately, that's not the only issue right now.

Heat bleeds through me and it feels like someone punched me in the gut hard enough to bend me over. I grip the sink, hissing through a cramp as slick gathers around my hole and coats my boxers. My entire body trembles with another wave, more slick pooling between my legs until I crumble to the floor, holding my stomach from the pain. This heat spike is so much worse than the others and I can't do anything other than curl up into a ball and hope it stops.

I scrunch my eyes shut as I pray for relief, sighing when the wave passes. It only comes back harder, a scream ripping from my throat. The bathroom door bursts open, Luther standing over me and surveying the situation. I don't need to say anything, his arms already sliding beneath me and transporting me back to my nest. The barrage of scents is everything I need as I start scratching at his clothes, whining for relief.

The last time this happened, I couldn't get enough of Hudson and even though I know he's not here, I can't stop thinking that my neediness will draw him into the first nest I ever made. One moment it's Luther hovering over me, asking me what I need and the next it's Hudson snarling at me and promising me that he's going to put a child in me.

"No! Don't touch me! Please. I'll just…" Another whine slips out as I scramble away from Luther, holing up in the corner of my nest. He's resting on his knees, nostrils flared, and pupils blown out but he's not coming at me. In fact, he hasn't moved since I screamed at him and he still isn't moving as tears cloud my vision and fall down my cheeks. Another wave hits me and I claw at my stomach, slick continuing to pool between my legs.

I thought my first heat with the Kellers would be a memorable experience but the sharp pain in my stomach and the desire running through the bond, Hudson's need to get to me is ruining everything.

"Sweetheart. Look at me." I can't do that. Even if his beautiful eyes are staring at me full of concern and love, I'll only see Hudson because I can feel Hudson. This time when Luther speaks, his using the full force of his Alpha and it's not as harsh as I thought it would be. " Look at me. " My head snaps up to his and he moves a little closer. "Take a deep breath. There you go. Another. One more."

My chest rises and falls as he closes the distance between us until he's kneeling right in front of me. "Please don't hurt me," I whisper as my body yearns for his touch. Hudson is tugging at the bond, my Omega wanting to follow it to get relief but I know that I'll end up with more bruises and bites. I can't go back there.

"I would never dream of it. I'm going to make you feel better, okay?" He leans forward to drag me into his lap so that I'm straddling his thighs. I cling to his shirt, whimpering as I begin swiveling my hips to get better friction. His cock is thick and hard against my ass, nearly the right amount of pressure to make me come. I can't even stop so I bury my head into his chest, riding the friction until my entire body shakes with the orgasm. "Such a good Omega. Let me take care of you, sweetheart." His voice has softened again but I can barely breathe through the absolute need for an Alpha to knot me.

" Please. "

"Of course. I'm going to lay you down. There you go. Keep staring at me, little Omega. Don't take your eyes off of me." His fingers are gentle as they undo the buttons on my shirt and then push the sleeves off my arms. He leans down to kiss my lips, murmuring that I'm his precious Omega as he undoes my pants and shoves them down my legs. Then he removes himself from me and sits back against the edge of the couch.

I'm about to protest when he shoves open his dress pants, my eyes widening at the peek of his knot pushing through the opening. When he unearths it, a bead of precum coating the tip, I can't help myself as I crawl over and suck it into my mouth.

I barely swallow half of it as I lose myself to need, the taste of this Alpha filling my mouth. A moan slips from me, vibrating around his cock as I suck and lick like my life depends on it. Luther sifts a hand into my hair, chuckling as I gorge myself on his scent and his taste. "As much as I'd like to spill down your throat, little Omega, you need a knot. Those cramps are only going to get worse."

I meet his gaze, surprised to see his hooded eyes and the way his jaw keeps tensing. His nostrils flare as my scent blooms, more slick pooling between my legs. My heats have never been this fucking messy and I'm not sure I'm on board. Slowly, Luther drags me off his cock and then up to his lips, devouring my mouth and tasting himself on my tongue.

He helps me onto his lap, his cock sliding between my thighs, the obscene amount of slick causing me to shudder. "You're alright, Luca. You're with me." His lips move to the bridge of my nose and then my forehead as he lifts me up and slowly helps me onto his cock. I brace myself for the way he fills me—the girth so much wider than Hudson's.

It's just on the edge of too much, my ass sucking him in until I'm sure I can't take anymore.

"Alpha-"

"You can take it, little Omega. I know you can. Just like that. You're made for me, see? And if you come again, I'll give you my knot." My face scrunches up in confusion as he pumps up into my ass, my entire world spinning with pleasure. I cling to his shirt, the heavy scent of pheromones swirling around us. Some part of me believed Luther was only tolerating me for Blake and Grayson.

I don't believe that at all anymore.

Tendrils of anger flow through the bond with Hudson but I block it out as Luther takes care of me, sliding me up and down on his cock, using me for both our pleasure. I can barely think about anything else than his knot or the way his length drags inside of me, hitting just the right spot. My head falls backward as he continues his assault on my ass, my balls drawing up with the need to come again.

My cock finds friction against Luther's stomach and I cry out seconds before I release all over his expensive shirt. Luther doesn't stop though, picking up his pace as he moves me to rest on my back. Then he starts hammering into me, one hand beneath my thigh, the other lovingly wrapped around my shoulder. I'm curled into him as he fucks into me, his purr turning into a claiming growl that has the cabinets in the kitchen vibrating.

And then I feel it—that muscle expanding inside of me, plugging my ass, and Luther filling me up with his release. I cling to him as I come again, Luther still pumping into my ass until his knot is so swollen, he's just rocking against me.

Tears prick the edge of my eyes, Luther moving once more so that I'm sprawled across his chest, his knot hitting a completely different part inside of me. His hands settle on my waist before gently moving up and down my side, lulling me into a peaceful haze I didn't know was possible. "Is it always like this?" I mumble, feeling like I've been drugged but in the best of ways.

"It can be soothing, yes. It should be. How are you feeling?"

"No longer like a sex-crazed fiend." I sigh as I relax further against his chest, refusing to acknowledge that I've messed up his shirt. "You're way bigger than Hudson." My face drains of color and I try to pull away, whining when I remember I'm stuck on Luther's knot so I bury myself into his chest instead.

I'm waiting for the angry reaction, the yelling, the hitting, or Luther flipping me back over to tell me that he now owns me. I'm not expecting the laugh that rumbles through his chest, Luther gently wrapping his arms around my back. "Sweetheart, I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"Fuck, it is. I promise."

"Mmm." He curls up just enough that I prop myself up to see what he's doing, Luther's lips attached to mine in the next second. He tastes warm and spicy and like everything I've been missing. "You're going to be addicting Luca Desai."

He used my parents' last name. I stare at the man who's vowed to protect me at all costs, realizing that he already sees me as part of his pack rather than Hudson's property. The heat from before has dissipated but my body wants more, a little whine falling from my lips that has Luther gently gripping my waist again.

"I think Blake and Gray will understand if we're a little late," Luther mumbles against my lips before his hips start to move again.