Page 34 of A Pack of Honey
"It's okay. I want to punch him too," I say to my big alpha. He smiles and presses the palm of my hand to his face, scent marking it.
Cole sets me down. "I have to run some errands, Little One, but I'll be back soon. The other guys are working here today."
I glance around at them. "I'm sure you guys have contractors and work to do. You don't have to stay here. He's gone."
Luca steps up to my right side. He trails a hand down the spine of my back over my shirt. "Thankfully, we live in wonderful times when almost nothing can’t get done with a wifi connection and Zoom."
The guys installed a sat link wifi connection when they found the spotty one in my living room lacking. I thought it was overkill, but apparently, this is the reason. So they can keep a close eye on things. Damn Craig, but I can't say their being here is a genuine inconvenience anymore. The thought of them leaving the farm has my omega scratching and clawing to the surface.
I nod and follow the others back to the farmhouse. Luca heads upstairs. Hunt and Jess sit down at the dining room table to eat the breakfast we prepared. Every time I look, they're shooting each other heated glances. I still don't fully understand why they're not together, but it's not something I feel up for pressing right now. I want to go upstairs and lie in my nest for a while. It'll help take the edge off of my emotions.
But on the way up the stairs, the scent of citrus and amber practically pulls me to Luca's door. It's open. He's sprawled on the bed, a notebook balanced on his bent knees, a pencil in hand as he concentrates. I start to turn away, not wanting to disturb him.
"Can I show you what I'm working on, Pretty Girl?” he asks. “I want your opinion."
When I look back, his moss-green eyes are on me. Hesitantly, I walk into the room and across. For a second, I stand awkwardly next to the bed. It's a little silly, considering he spread me out on the table this morning and ate me for breakfast.
But Luca, he's sweet with me. He holds out an arm. And my omega pushes me forward. Crawling into the bed, I land into his open arms, resting my head on his shoulder and molding my body to the side of his.
The pad of thick, rich paper in his lap has a drawing. No color, just lines and shading. What's drawn there takes my breath away and is not what I expected. I've seen pictures of the other hotels the guys have designed and created online. They're stunning, butthey're also large, ostentatious things. Modern lines and glass walls. One of the reasons everyone was so upset by them placing a hotel up here was the fear that something they made would ruin the lakeside near town with how much of a modern eyesore it would be.
"This looks like the farmhouse," I breathe. He squeezes me a little tighter into his side. The hotel drawn out before me looks like a larger version of my home. Not exactly, but it's the same white exterior, same three-story design, and same wraparound porch. It's just been made to be big—big enough that you can see it's a resort.
I look up at him and find he's already examining my face. "We realized our old plans wouldn't work after meeting you." That statement is layered. He's not just talking about the hotel.
"You should show these plans to the city council. They'll be far less against them if they know this is what you're doing,” I say.
He sets the notepad and pencil on his side table and turns to scent mark into the side of my throat, nuzzling his nose against my pulse point.
"Okay, Sweet Girl. I'll try."
Leaning into my omega instincts, I raise my hand to cup his cheek. Luca looks down at me. And I move before I can overthink, brushing my lips across his. When he doesn't pull away, I pull his bottom lip into my mouth and swipe my tongue across it.
His groan is deep and masculine and sends slick down my thighs. He wraps an arm around the small of my back, yanking my whole body flush with his in one violent jerk, making me gasp. Luca takes charge of the kiss, deepening it. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Like I've been waiting for his touch since the last time he held me.
He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. "Ever since I saw you in that café, my alpha has been howling at me. I’mstarved for you. I was afraid for a while that it wasn't going to happen. That we'd fucked it up too much."
Because my omega had been mad at him, and I'd been angry and hurt by Cole.
I run my fingers into his soft black hair and over the back of his scalp. He shivers despite the heat of the day creeping into the house. "You can touch me," I whisper.
His eyes flutter closed before he leans forward. His lips are so soft and gentle I can't breathe. When I open, he moans before sweeping his tongue in to meet mine. The hand not in his hair sweeps along his chest and around to his back, feeling every twitch of hard muscle. He's holding himself back, I realize.
I push at Luca’s chest until he moves back, searching my eyes for signs he's upset me. I sit up and perch on my knees. Never breaking eye contact, I pull up on the hem of my top and lift it over my head. His breath leaves him in a whoosh. It makes me smile. The look he levels at me can only be described as adoring.
"Sunny, Jesus—"
I don't slow, and unclasp my bra to let it slip to the bed. His eyes still don't leave mine as he sits up and reaches for me, gathering me close. My bare chest presses to his thin button-up. His mouth is on the plane of my throat. Leaving love bites that don't break the skin. I unbutton his shirt. When it's open, I run my hands up the rugged expanse of his chest.
Luca twists me in his arms, laying me on the bed. He takes the place where I'd been kneeling and unbuckles his pants, making quick work of shucking them and his boxers off. His hard length springs free, and my mouth goes dry. It is, by far, the most enormous cock I've ever seen. Luca is a tall, broad alpha, but this isnotwhat I expected him to be packing. It bobs heavily between his legs. A thick steel pole dripping precum from the head.
With a great deal more care than I expected, he removes my pants, and then my panties. Instead of throwing my lacyunderwear in the corner, he wraps it around his fist, takes his cock in his hand, and pumps it once, twice, three times. And each time he does, my slick-covered center clenches with need until I'm so sensitive, I'm not sure I won't tip over the moment he finally touches me.
He lets go of himself and crawls up the bed. I part my legs, allowing him immediate access, but he just hovers over me. One hand on either side of my head, hips splaying me open. Luca reaches down and guides the head of his cock so that it's rubbing into my soaking center, spreading my slick over himself. He's going to need it. Though heat and anticipation are causing me to clamp down on air, my lower muscles feel tight at the sheer thought of someone so large. Some of my apprehension must show in my eyes because Luca lets go of himself to bring himself down onto his elbows and closer to me. Leaning in so his skin grazes against mine.
"It's okay, Pretty Girl. You were made for me, and I was made for you. That's what mates are for. It'll fit. We were made to fit together." He runs his cheek against mine. Scent marking me.
When he pulls back, there's a question, and I nod. I want this so much, no matter how nervous I am.
