37. Luca

37

Luca

I come to, Grayson rocking into my ass, a name falling from my lips that shouldn't be there. The start of my heat has been horrendous, Hudson picking at the bond while I yell for a bite. No one has given me what I want but I'm done asking.

I push up on my hands and knees, fingers curling into a blanket as I survey my surroundings. Anxiety grabs a hold of me with the presence behind me, Grayson slowly pulling out of my ass and flipping me onto my back. "Hey, Luca. Look at my pretty little Omega." He helps me sit up, beaming at me despite how sore and disoriented I feel. His hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, his broad shoulders flexing as he sits back and gives me more space.

"Maceo." It's the only word that comes out of my mouth and I immediately regret it.

Grayson finds it hilarious, though. "You're in luck. Your Alpha convinced him to stop through but be nice, Luca. I'm not sure he's ever shared a heat with anyone else."

I like the sound of that. I'll be his first. I look around again and sigh. "Blake?" Grayson doesn't answer immediately, a frown taking over my face as I twist around to see my Omega curled up with one of my plushies. He's covered in sweat and cum but smells so sweet, his pear scent almost thick enough that I can taste it on my tongue. "Blake," I murmur, finding words a little difficult even though my sanity is present.

Crawling over to my Omega, I plop down next to him and pepper him with kisses, Blake giggling beneath my assault. "Hey cupcake," he offers, his eyes still closed. "Do you need another round?" I don't like how slow his words are coming out so I push him back down, shaking my head. A small smile plays on his lips after sniffing the air. "Go get him, tiger."

That's the only invitation I need as I scramble to my feet and run into the kitchen area to find the man who's been on my mind. My instincts are forefront and center even though I can see everything I'm doing and horrified by the way I make a beeline for Maceo's pants. Forget niceties and greetings, I guess. Luther swipes me around my waist and pulls me into his chest. I squirm against him and then still when Luther gives me one of those no-nonsense glares.

"Maceo, I know what my Omegas want but are you okay with this? You came here, knowing what I was asking of you but you still have a minute to walk back out that door." I'm not letting Maceo leave but finding a way out of Luther's arms is futile. Scratching or biting will get me fucked but not by the Beta standing in front of me.

He looks between me and Luther, his gaze darting to my nest and falling on Blake. He smells unsure, his laidback stance tensing up until all I can smell is fear. "I—"

"Be straight with me, Maceo."

"Yes?"

I wriggle out of Luther's arms and drop to my knees, close enough to start undoing Maceo's pants. He makes no move to stop me but his scent changes and hardens which only makes my need for him worse. Not soon enough, Maceo undoes the zipper so that I can slide his pants and boxers down his meaty thighs.

That's when I catch onto Maceo's hesitation.

It has nothing to do with not wanting to be here and everything to do with the Alpha cock I'm currently staring at, complete with a knot. "But… Beta," I push out even as I press my face into the little curls above his knot, sniffing his scent that's almost as rich as Luther's.

Maceo sifts a hand into my hair, allowing me to explore. His touch is gentle in contrast to the other three and yet still firm. I kiss down his length, enjoying the way his cock jumps beneath my touch, my tongue darting out to taste him. He tastes amazing and like just what I need. I suck the tip into my mouth, moaning as I sit there on my knees. My tongue swipes across his slit, lapping up the little beads of precum.

I could do this all day.

Maceo's thighs tremble as his pull in my hair strains, his control slipping. This is what I want. What I need. I continue playing with his cock, only sucking at the tip, occasionally, reaching up to squeeze his knot when he finally gives in. The Beta rips me off of him and sets me on the table, slick thickening between my thighs at the sudden change. "You asked for this, Luca," he growls before sliding into my ass.

I howl in pleasure as my body flops back onto the kitchen island, Maceo fucking into me hard and fast. He's just as wide as Luther, but not as long, his knot smaller than an Alpha's too but now I know why I slipped up the other day. Not that it matters. Maceo is the perfect present during my heat and I cling to him as he explodes in my ass, bringing me another orgasm. The haze clears just a little bit more as he stuffs his knot into me, the muscle expanding and stretching me out until the need dissipates.

I told Blake that this would be perfect.