Page 40 of A Pack of Honey
"It would take away the last of your grandmother," Jess finishes for me. For being famously insensitive, he's always been in tune with my needs and emotions.
I nod as tears spill down my cheeks. Cole pulls me closer and kisses each tear away while Luca nuzzles the top of my head and Jess runs a soothing hand down my spine.
"We can make anything you want work, Little One," Cole assures. "We're just worried about your needs and your heat. We don't want your omega to be scared or uncomfortable. And it would kill all of us if you got hurt."
Because not being in a proper nest for my heats with alphas could cause my omega to fly into a panic. I'd been with a different, short-term, non-serious boyfriend for each of my previous heats. I'd used their places. Not great, but not the worst. That wouldn't work this time. I could literally hurt myself with my pack in an unfamiliar place. Everything they're saying makes sense. It just guts me to think of stepping into that suite. It's where my grandmother read to me as a child, and let me play dress up with her clothes, and it's where I'd gone during nightmares. To see it all empty would be agonizing.
Cole gathers me into his arms and carries me up the stairs. Leaving the other alphas behind him. There will be time for them, but tonight, I need him—and he knows it.
He hesitates at the top of the stairs.
"My room," I say. I lift a little in his arms and catch his lips with mine. His tongue sweeps in. The kiss starts slow, but soon turns deep and filthy. We pull apart panting. Cole smiles. It's wild and ferocious and devastatingly beautiful. He carries me into my room, and the way he gently places me on the bed is ruinous to my fragile heart. He sits on the bed beside me, running his fingers along my arm. His gaze pins me to the bed and I'm so aroused and so nervous that the competing feelings make me perfume as slick gathers in my panties.
Cole's eyes snap with heat and arousal. "Are you going to be a good fucking girl for Daddy?" he asks, and, dear god, I am nothing but a puddle of slick. Get rid of my clothes. I'll never need them again because I'm just a puddle from now until the end of days.
"Yes," I breathe. His eyes crackle with electricity. His hand reaches up to grasp my chin in a firm hold. Forcing me to look at him.
"‘Yes, alpha’ or ‘yes, daddy.’ Do you understand?" he asks. His growl's deep. Need throbs at my core and my mind blinks off.
Yes. This is what I need. There are suddenly no thoughts about the farm, the vandalism, Craig, my grandmother, or bills. Nothing is left in my mind except his command. My needs and desires will begin and end at my alpha.
"Yes, alpha," I agree. He'd asked for my list days ago, and I'd given it to him the day before yesterday. It had been so long that I thought maybe he didn't like what was on it. I see better now. He was waiting until I needed it as much as he clearly did.
"You're going to do as you're told,” Cole says. “If you don't like what I'm doing at any point, you will tell me to stop. That's all it will take for this to be over. One word.Stop. Or, if your mouth is preoccupied and you want to stop, you will hold up three fingers. Do you understand?"
"Yes, alpha," I reply. His gaze rakes over my body and it's practically a physical touch. Everywhere his eyes land, I burn.
"Take off your clothes," he demands.
I crawl to the end of the bed and stand. Slowly, I peel off the white dress I'd put on over my bikini and let it drop to the floor. Then, I strip off the bra-like top, letting my breasts bounce as they try to cling to the damp material. This earns a gruff growl from Cole.
Lastly, with slightly trembling fingers, I hook my thumbs under my bikini bottom waistband and slide them down. Theslick left behind creates a delicious warmth on my thighs. The room fills with my perfume. Cole walks around to the end of the bed to stand just in front of me. He shucked his shoes off downstairs, but is still in trunks and a T-shirt. The thick, impressive length of him presses against the swim bottoms, and I can't tear my eyes away from the sight.
"On your knees," he roughs out. I instantly obey. "Take my cock out and wrap those perfect lips around it."
Carefully, I pull his trunks. His cock bounces heavily as it's freed. It's long and thick. Like a steel rod wrapped in hot silk. The head is nearly purple, veins straining along the shaft, and precum dripping from the head. I take it in one hand, bringing the tip to my lips. Instead of licking it off, I rub the head and his pearly essence on my mouth like I'm applying a very expensive lipstick. His groan is the most satisfying thing I've ever heard, and I can't wait to make him do it again.
Cole moves my hand and fists his own around the base of his cock. His free hand wraps into my hair and he tilts my head back. The brutal dominance in his gaze sends slick cascading down my thighs.
"I'm going to show you what I like. Understand?"
"Yes, alpha."
"Open."
My mouth parts, and he guides the first few inches of his length in. It's so big that I'm not sure how it could ever fit all the way. Maybe it can't, but I'm more than willing to try.
Once he's all the way to the back of my throat, to the point where I don't think it can go any further, he pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him with his cock in my mouth. He meets my eyes, and I gaze up at his torso. He took his shirt off at some point, and from this angle, I can see every dip and ridge of his defined abs and sculpted chest. His square jaw looks even more cut from this angle. His hand lets go of the base of his shaftand he brushes his thumb along my cheek, wiping away the tears that have leaked out of the corners.
"As an omega, you can take more. I'm going to show you how." Cole waits, watching my hands but they stay firmly planted on his thighs. I'm not stopping him. I want this, crave this,needthis.
"Swallow." The deep, rumbling command sends me scrambling to obey. As I do his hips thrust forward, stuffing his length down my throat. My eyes fly wide as I edge into panic. Still, it doesn't occur to me to throw up those three fingers. I trust that whatever Cole’s doing, he'll soothe the panic away or pull back.
"Shhh. Breathe through your nose. Nice, even deep breaths."
I do as he says, and soon, I'm breathing evenly. The panic has receded and is replaced by bone deep calm. "That's it, omega. I'm going to fuck your throat now. Remember the signal. Three fingers, and it stops."
I appreciate him making sure I understand, but I don't want him to ask me. I don't need him to check-in. Checking in means I have to think, and I don't need that right now.
