32. Blake

32

Blake

The next morning offers me a little reprieve, my Alphas are working out in the living room where Luca stationed them and told them not to move. He's fucking adorable, restuffing his nest after Grayson switched out everything covered in cum and sweat. Of course, Luca whined through the whole thing, a grown man nearly throwing a temper tantrum until Luther stopped it with one look.

My little Omega has been wordless all morning, with wide eyes and pouts that have us all over him. He's going to be fucking gorgeous over the next several days even if I'm already hard and leaking, slick gathering around my hole every time his scent bursts forth. It's the only reason Grayson deposited me in my own nest and told me to get some rest before Luca's heat actually hits.

None of us have spoken about it but I know that I won't be able to participate the entire time. The stress of a heat is bad enough but my desire to please Luca with whatever he needs will be a strain on my heart. As much as I don't want to admit it, at some point, I'll have to leave the nest.

I snuggle into one of the larger pillows in my nest, enjoying the darkness that surrounds me. Someone's murmuring out in the hall before a low growl cuts it off and then a whimper follows. No doubt Luca is trying to ask for something again and Luther is putting a stop to it. I honestly wish I was in there to see it because I know for a fact that Luther is enjoying every last bit of this version of Luca. The bond is warm and happy and protective.

I flop onto my back, hating the way heat courses through me. I'm not in heat but I might as well be. His thickening scent is affecting me more than I had planned and I'm praying I don't lose my head over the next several days. It's the only thing I can't stand—losing my control. My Alphas know that but it's not something I've ever shared with Luca. I never told him that I despise parts of my Omega biology because it keeps me from what I love.

That I despise who I am at times because I can't control my reactions, my needs, or my cravings.

He'll find out eventually but a small part of me is glad that I'll have a distraction from the nightmare that is Hudson. The bruise has disappeared but the memory hasn't and I'll be glad when it goes away.

Ding!

I frown and reach for my phone, not surprised to see one of the designers—the one from the little sandwich shop, Addie—pinging me on Teams for a review.

Hey, Mr. Keller

It's Blake.

But

Blake or I can't help

Fine. Blake, look we need this document signed off and both of your Alphas are in meetings. I know you're all working from home and your status says that you're out of office but could you review a document?

Grayson can't do it?

He's interviewing a new coder.

Send it over.

My Alphas will have my ass for working but I'm bored as fuck in here. I also know that this will only take a few minutes and any stress incurred from doing so will be minimal. I hope. I'm 100% wrong when I see the document she sent over.

Addie, this is 11 pages

Please? We can't start building the add on to Starlight Falls II without you reviewing the SOP.

Sure.

A low whine filters through my lips as I reach down to adjust my cock for the umpteenth time. Slick slips down my thighs as that sweet ocean scent meets my nose until I seriously think about humping a pillow for relief. Is this how my Alphas felt when I was in heat? Because this is ridiculous.

Focus, Blake.

My heart beats a little faster as I blink a few times and then refocus on my phone. Several minutes go by before I realize that I've been rereading the same goddamn paragraph. It's frustrating as fuck not being able to concentrate when an entire company is depending on me and my craft. It feels like hours before I get to the end, my body throbbing with the need to come or fuck someone or just hump a pillow.

Looks great. Do I need to sign something?

Can you log in and sign off? How's Docusign?

DocuSign is preferable.

If I slip out of this room to retrieve my laptop, I'm done for. Five minutes later, I'm finished with the request, and not a moment too soon as the door bursts open, Luca stumbling inside. His wild eyes fall on me, his hair in disarray, my Omega wonderfully naked. He smells like sex and honey as he climbs into my nest and rips my pants open for my cock.

"Hey cupcake, what's going on?"

He doesn't say a word, just continues tearing at my clothes, growling at me in frustration until I start helping. When I'm finally undressed, he flops onto his back and tugs me with him, only relaxing when I slide into his ass.

"Hey, Luca. Talk to me. What's going on?" I prop myself up on my arms on either side of him, searching his beautiful eyes for any sign of distress. He hooks a leg around my waist, his hands moving to my shoulders as he pushes his hips up to take me deeper. "Luca, cupcake , what is going on? Where is Luther or Grayson?"

His face twists up in an adorable scowl. "Grayson stopped fucking me. He got a call and told me to wait. I was done waiting." I laugh as I give in, picking up a slow pace that has us both whining for release. His expressions dance around on his face as I lean down to kiss him, torturing him with my cock until I can't hold back anymore.

I'll never be able to drag these moments out, not as an Omega. The need to come will always be too great but I'll enjoy it anyway. My head falls to his shoulder as I pump my hips a few more times before filling his ass, Luca letting out a strained groan as he sprays across our chests. His grip on my shoulders lessens and I let him guide me until I'm lying on top of him.

Grayson has done this for me once or twice and I fucking love the weight and the way he's able to block out the entire world. It makes sense that Luca would crave the same feeling. I run my nose along his chest, covering him in my scent, alternating between almost petting him and licking the smells off his face. He tastes like both of my Alphas and I'm desperate for a replay.

Luca places his hands between us, lightly tapping his fingers between us. "You were working in here. I know it."

I frown, wondering how the fuck he knew that. "Luca-"

"You always get that little scrunch in your nose when you're thinking hard. You did it at school and you'd do it at the diner. Fuck. I never called Shelly about my shifts. I'm probably fired. It doesn't matter. You're not supposed to be doing anything, Blake." Luca pushes me off him and then rolls onto his side, hovering over my arm as I fall to my back. "I need you to be there during my heat but your Alphas keep telling me that if you're resting, you won't be."

That's the most I've heard him speak all morning even if it's mixed with little gasps and hisses as his heat pushes forth. I reach up to caress the side of his face, promising myself that I'll work harder to take care of my body. Luther has been saying it for a while but Quentin truly laid it out for me—that I'm not the only one who hurts when I stress myself out.

"I need you to fuck me during my heat, Blake. I want to see them fuck you and me and-" His jaw clenches and then he buries his head against my shoulder. "You're my safe space, Blake. Please. "

I sigh, sagging into the cushions as I pull him on top of me. He pats my chest softly, letting me know he doesn't need another round. His heat is going to be messy as fuck, both of us leaking and needy, crying out to be filled. And yet, I'm a little excited about getting lost in his scent. I want to keep my head about it but I want to enjoy it.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, okay? You're perfect."

For that, I drag him into another kiss.