Page 44 of A Pack of Honey
I rub my eyes. "It's okay. I didn't realize how tired I was."
I watch Luca and Jess place my mattress and one of the guys' mattresses—Cole's from the scent—together on the floor. Then, they start layering them with pillows, sheets, and blankets. They're all from different beds. Hunt's clean, soapy smell mixes with Cole's leather, Luca's citrus, and Jess's grass. It creates this strange mix of summer days in the sun with fresh clothes on the line, leather jackets, and cold lemonade.
Without even consciously noticing, I'm crawling from the couch into the bed, snuggling under the covers, and burying my face in each of their pillows.
Jess slides in next to me. His arms wrap around my waist to mold me into his chest.
"Don't be an omega hog," Cole chides Jess as he nuzzles up into my other side, sliding his arm under my head so I can use his bicep as a pillow. I wonder where the other guys will go. Since Grandma only had the one alpha when I was growing up, I didn't really think about how larger packs cohabitate.
Hunt slides in next to Jess naturally, and his arm slings over the both of us. He squeezes and kisses Jess on the cheek. Jess blushes, and it's so adorable that I beam at them. Luca is last in the bed, and he climbs right up to the middle of us. His shoulder rests between my legs, and his head lies on my sternum.
"All right, Sweetness?" he asks. I nod and run my fingers through his hair.
Each of them begins purring, and I feel like I'm in the softest, most delicious-smelling vibrating bed. It's the most soothing thing I've ever experienced. I fall asleep within moments.
Jess
HuntandSunnyareadorable together. Sunny teaches Hunt how to layer ingredients for the best taste. Hunt struggling to do something as basic as chop vegetables. Out of all of us, he was not who I expected to try to learn to cook. Before coming here, I'd never seen the man step foot in a kitchen. He wants to find ways to help Sunny.
His eyes are transfixed on her face, and he's absorbing every word. I'm on my laptop at the table trying to make some social media strategies for the hotel up here, but it's fucking near-impossible with them around.
Hunt’s face catches the light, and my chest squeezes. I swipe my hands over my face. I need to get it together.
Seeing him with her makes my heart swell with happiness and a bottomless longing. If they're able to form something and I'm left out, it would be wrenching, but I'd understand. But being part of their clearly emerging relationship—that's my dream.
Sunny's hips sway as she walks around the kitchen, and I want to sink my fingers in her soft curves and bite that beautiful lowerback that's peeking out from under her white peasant top. She looks like a goddamn angel in that thing. The jeans she's wearing perfectly sculpt her round ass.
I glance at my screen one more time and close the laptop. There's no way I'm getting work done right now. I stand and make my way over to them. Hunt notices me first, smiling. I reach out and brush my knuckles along his cheek. His eyes widen, but if anything, the smile widens further.
Sunny clocks the movement, and I brace for an issue. She's our omega, and if it's a problem, I hope we can work it out. I know that Hunt and I both feel she's ours already. Everything she does pulls every corner of my soul, not just because of her scent. She's so brave and sweet and kind. And sassy as hell, too. That might be my favorite part about her. But she doesn't scowl or become upset. If anything, her scent shifts into something richer and thicker. She likes seeing us together, I realize.
Her eyes are heated, darting glances at the two of us. My hand falls to the small of Hunt’s back.
"Like what you see, Sunshine?" I purr. Perfume fills the kitchen, and this angel—this absolutely perfect woman—blushes. Pink stains up her cheeks, and it decimates me.
The hand not on Hunt's back shoots out and cups the back of her neck to pull her to us. She moves forward willingly, and we place her between us. Her front to mine, and Hunt pressed against her back.
"You like seeing your alphas together, Sunshine?" I ask.
She nods, and a keening whine slips out. I groan, my cock a hard rod pressing against my pants and into her soft belly. Could this girl be any more perfect for us?
As if in answer to my unspoken question, Sunny reaches down and runs her fingers along the seam of my pants over my now throbbing cock. I watch as her other hand twists to meet the front of Hunt’s pants behind her, rubbing along his length. Huntgroans and lays his head on her shoulder, scent marking her. I do the same to her opposite shoulder. She wraps one hand in each of our hair, whimpering.
I tilt her chin up. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don't—if you keep looking at me like that—I'm going to kiss you so hard this whole damn farm forgets your name." Before I can move another muscle, she rises on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I open and then deepen the kiss. Pulling at her bottom lip while she licks into my mouth. We pull apart, and she whines.
"We can't leave the food," she says, lament in every word.
I meet Hunt's smoldering eyes over her head. "Then we don't leave the food," I growl.
They both stare at me, and my cock twitches with all the things I want to do to them.
Then, my lips are on Sunny's, and she's meeting my tongue with hers, stroke for stroke. My hand wraps around Sunny's waist, and my other wraps around her and Hunt to pull him in closer. His hand shoots into my hair, and when I pull away from Sunny, I see his other hand buried in the front of her pants. Her perfume is constant now. Our eyes lock over her head, and his flicker with fire. We've always been able to communicate this way. Almost seamlessly—without words.
Hunt slips his hand out of her pants and licks the fingers that were inside her while never breaking eye contact with me. Sunny sees it too, and visibly shudders with need. I take her chin in my hand. It's so small in comparison. She's such a little thing. Her hands tug at my shirt.
"I want you, " she says, first looking to me, and then to Hunt. "Both of you."
Hunt and I move as one. He pushes everything off the table. I spin her, lift her by her perfect, round ass and carry her. Laying her across the surface, I immediately start pulling her jeans over her perfect hips and down her smooth legs. Her lacy underwearis a casualty of momentum. She moans, looks over my shoulder, and reaches her hand out to Hunt.
