Page 35 of A Pack of Honey
"We can stop at any time,” he says. “We don't have to do everything today. I promise we'll work it out."
And I know he's sincere. If I told Luca I wanted to be done right now, he'd scoop me into his arms and cuddle me until I had to go to work. He proved it in the way he never pushed, accepted my omega's ire, and gave me what I needed regardless.
"I want to try," I tell him, and his eyes darken with needful lust.
"Then spread your legs for me." His voice alone, so deep and smooth, could make me come. I spread myself wider, and he kisses me, and as he does, I feel the head of his cock line up withmy entrance. We break the kiss, and I take a deep breath and purposefully relax my inner muscles.
He pushes, and the slick coating on his head makes the first slide bearable, butgod, his cock stretches me in a way I've never experienced with anyone before. My eyes flutter closed.
"No, look at me when I take you for the first time." His voice is deep and laced with need. My eyes open, and he pushes again, working into me. It's sharp pain with just the faintest mix of pleasure. I'm no blushing virgin, but this is something else.
Muscle-corded arms flex near my face as they work to support his weight and push himself into me. I turn slightly, never breaking eye contact, and kiss his bicep. He growls low, bucking forward sharply on reflex. I gasp, but the pleasure has begun overtaking the pain, and I want more.
Lifting my hips pushes his cock in that much further, and Luca grunts, taken by surprise. He begins working faster, harder. His pace is brutal pleasure. Turning, I bite at the bicep I just kissed. He bends down and kisses my cheek, resting the ridge of his nose against the same spot. Every time I think there's no more room, he makes more. He's hollowing me out, and it's the most whole I've felt in a long time.
Once Luca’s seated to the root, I'm a sweaty, shaking mess, and he's not much more composed. "Look how good you take me. Amazing girl. Perfect Omega." His words only stoke the fire burning at my core.
"Please, Luca." I roll my hips, and he curses and slides back. Only a moment's pause, and then he's snapping into me. He doesn't hesitate anymore. Every thrust builds the pressure at my center. More and more. His grunts echo off the walls. His hand buries into my hair, pulling, sending the electric sting from my roots straight to my clit. He reaches between us and tweaks my clit, and I'm falling over the edge.
Luca's thrusts become erratic until he's straining into me, spilling deep into me. Filling me.
I'm disappointed he didn't knot me for a moment, but then I remember that we both have jobs, and being locked together for an hour or more this morning would probably be an issue. I'm glad he knows how to think during all that because I certainly didn't.
After, we lay side by side in languid silence for a while.
"What made you want to be an architect?" I ask.
Luca brushes a hair out of my face and sighs. "I drew a lot as a kid. I had a nice family, but we struggled. Whenever we drove anywhere with nicer houses, I always wondered what their lives were like. What was the inside of their rooms like, and how did the families live in something so big? Eventually, doodles of cartoons or of my teachers and friends turned into doodles of the houses I saw out my car window. It morphed from there. I won art contests, and eventually a scholarship."
"College is where you met Cole?" They'd already told me as much.
"Yeah, that's a funny story he'd probably enjoy telling more. He was a few years older than me. After we met, we clicked, and he liked my hotel designs. He was going to school to study business management, so packing up seemed like a natural fit."
I nod.
"Did you always know you wanted to work on the farm?" he asks. Our foreheads touch now. I don't remember moving so close, but it’s so warm and I’m calm in his embrace.
"Always. I don't even remember there being some sort of big epiphany or anything. I grew up here and always wanted this to be mine. I never wanted to let it go."
He nods, total understanding in his gaze.
My phone goes off, and I groan. "I've gotta get everything open for the day."
Luca kisses my lips softly as we pull apart.
Sunny
Workisawelcomeescape from everything with Craig. All the new employees have been trained, and I get to spend more time with my bees and less time delegating.
Even so, by the time I get back to the farm, I'm wiped out. The guys are off somewhere else. So I pull myself up to my room, strip off my pollen-covered clothes, and shower while Hozier plays in the background.
I put on my comfiest, coolest pajamas and crawl into my closet nest. The darkness embraces me, and I instantly feel more relaxed. Nests are cool, dark places layered in soft pillows and blankets that omegas can escape to when they need comfort. Ideally, they're second, smaller rooms attached to bedrooms with recessed areas for the omega and her alphas, but I make do. It’s a small walk in with soft blankets layered over pillows. Leaving the door cracked, I drift into an easy and deep sleep.
I wake to someone shouting my name. Cole? Maybe Luca? Maybe both. I push the closet door open so they can hear me better.
" Here," I call back automatically. Shuffling, and then my door’s being thrown open. Luca and Cole burst into my room. They both stop dead when they see me lying on the floor of my little closet on top of bundles of soft blankets.
"What—?"
