Page 51 of A Pack of Honey
She shrugs. "I had toys too. We made it work." Now, her pretty little face may as well be a cherry for how red it is.
"So, we'd be your first pack heat," Luca says. It isn't a question. The idea sends my blood boiling and my cock going stiff.
Typically, omegas invite packs into their heats once they intend to bond. This is because the urge to bite each other will be highest at that time. It's also when the transition to a bonded pack is easiest for some medical reasons I don't understand. Ibarely got through college for marketing. I certainly don't know medical jargon.
There's also just something incredibly arousing about being part of her first time with a pack during heat.
"We want to bond," I blurt. And then clap my hand over my mouth. Why on earth can't I keep every thought from tumbling out of my lips without actually deciding whether or not I wanted to say it?
All of the other guys groan again.
Cole swipes a hand through his hair and growls at me. "We agreed to give her time before we bombarded her with more."
"Yeah, but if her heat is soon, we need to ask her if she wants to do it this time or not," I reply sheepishly. I really didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it's still a good question. We need to know.
Sunny is staring around at us, dumbstruck. "You want to bond me?"
We all glance at each other and then back to her.
"I think that's pretty obvious, Little One," Cole grumbles.
"But the farm, and your business. How would we even do that?" she asks.
So I lay out the fantasy life I'd dreamed up weeks ago, before I thought she would ever even let us in the farmhouse. When we were staying in that shitty green nylon tent under the stars. My vision is to live here with Sunny, run the resort we're building up here, check in with our other sites, and let them run as they have been with our team. Sleeping here with her every night. By the time I'm done, she's teary, and the other guys look dumbstruck too.
"Would that work?" she asks, turning to Cole. As our dominant alpha he would have ultimate say.
"It's always been my dream to move back here. So long as everyone's onboard, I don't see why it couldn't work,” he says.
We'd talked about it a few times around the kitchen table when Sunny was at work over the last few weeks. She looks unsure, and he pulls out a stack of papers from his briefcase on the floor. I roll my eyes. Is the old man really going to approach this like a business deal? He slides them in front of Sunny.
Sunny pulls them forward, eyeing him and then scanning them. Her eyes go wide.
"This is a pre-bonding agreement," she whispers, probably realizing for the first time that he's completely serious, and we've all been thinking about this for a while. This isn't a spur of the moment plan, even though my word vomit probably made it seem that way.
Cole nods. "It leaves everything to do with the farm, all of its finances, and all of the extras involved in your name. No matter what happens in our bonding or in our lives, it will always solely belong to you," he vows.
Sunny protects her farm. One of her biggest hangups with packs and courting has probably been the farm and how alphas would deal with not being in charge. Just look at her ass of an alpha cousin. Cole told us he was making these papers, and we all wholeheartedly agreed. We want Sunny, not her stuff.
Her eyes are glassy with tears, but she's smiling, and that makes my heart soar.
Hunt
We'reallasleepwhenthe whine rings out. Sunny was curled up against my side when we fell asleep. Jess is on my other side like a cozy sandwich. Luca splayed between her thighs before we'd joined them, and that's where he'd fallen asleep. Cole's spooned into her back on her other side. This is the way we've slept most nights lately. After we'd talked about bonding, and our plans to stay on the Peninsula with her if she'd be open to it, Sunny basically made it her mission to ensure that we all at least went to bed together each night. With her explanation that it was her grandmother's key to a successful relationship, we'd all been far more than willing to make that dream happen for her.
But she isn't next to me now. She's sitting up, and Luca's sitting in front of her.
"You okay, Pretty Girl? What's the matter?" Luca asks. It's so dark I can just barely make out their outlines in the starlight from the windows.
"Alpha," Sunny breathes, and the sound of her breathy whisper makes me sit up, and my alpha snap to life within me. Her arousal hits me now that I'm really awake. Thick like cold honey and rich like expensive tea. It's pheromones and submission. Her omega, completely in control.
"Is she—" Jess starts.
"She's in heat," Cole confirms. His voice is rough and low.
Sunny's eyes shoot to his. She keens high and needy.
Cole snaps up, grasps the back of her neck hard, and hauls her to his chest. "Does this omega pussy need a knot?"
