CHAPTER EIGHT
“D elores, can you please make sure my calendar stays clear for saturday except the lunch I have scheduled?” I take my finger off the intercom button, awaiting her reply.
My secretary’s voice sounds through the speaker. “Yes, Mr. De Lucca.”
“Thank you, Delores.”
Work has been hectic the last few weeks with the launch of our newest tablet coming up, but it all takes a back burner to the fact that Pack De Lucca will finally be meeting Cady Jackman in two days. A thrill runs through my chest at the thought. Archie’s sister, Bethany, didn’t even have to pull any strings. Based on her answers at the OMS, our pack was pulled automatically and she picked us all on her own.
If that is not a sign, I don’t know what is.
Archie has shown me a few pictures posted on her social media profile and she is absolutely stunning. Before, when we thought we had no chance of meeting her, I didn’t want to see any pictures. I was afraid it would hurt too much. Now that we’re going to be meeting her in person, I thought it would be prudent to at least know what she looks like ahead of time.
A pulse of satisfaction rings throughout the bond with Archie, and my curiosity is piqued when ten minutes later, my phone starts vibrating.
He’s video calling.
“Hello, cucciolo ,” I purr, holding my phone up so I can see my beta on the screen. He’s looking delicious today with his black waves pushed away from his face, a blue button up shirt and a tan cardigan. “Where are you, naughty boy?”
“I’m walking to my car,” he says in a low voice, and I can see the parking garage behind him. “Hold on.”
He slides into the seat of his car and holds the phone up so I can see him properly. “CJ met with her first pack today.”
“And?” I raise a brow.
“I’m pretty sure it was a bust.” He grins.
I frown. “Is she okay? I know it can be discouraging to not have success with a pack…”
“She’s fine, Mattie.” My boy rolls his eyes. “She seemed…underwhelmed. Not upset.”
“That’s good.” I nod.
“I know. And I know that logically, as long as she’s happy that should be enough, but I’m honest enough to admit that I hope the other packs crash and burn.”
A startled laugh escapes me. “Oh, cucciolo , you should not say such things aloud.”
He grins. “You love it when I go feral.”
“I do,” I agree. “Are you leaving to go home now?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you in an hour? Are you up for Nonna’s lasagna? Or would you rather have something lighter like minestrone?”
“Both sound wonderful, my love. You choose. I’ll see you in an hour.”
We hang up, only for my phone to immediately ring again, this time with Titus’ name.
“Titus. What can I do for you, brother?”
“Matt,” Titus grunts in greeting. “Are you almost done at work?”
“I am…” I say slowly. It’s unusual for Titus to check in like this. “What’s going on, Titus?”
“Nothing is going on.” He sighs, and I can just imagine how he’s running a hand over his buzzed head right now. “I just…are we sure about her, Matt?”
“About…Cady?” I ask, incredulously. “Of course we’re sure. We have our meeting in two days.”
“I know we do.” He sighs yet again. “Just…Ollie is getting…overly excited. You know how he gets. He’s buzzing around non-stop, asking to give me a new tattoo to get out his nervous energy. He has fucking hearts in his eyes, Matt, and he’s never even met the omega. What if…what if she doesn’t want us? He’s going to have his heart broken.”
He’s not the only one. Titus will never admit it, but ever since we first scented Cady, his alpha’s been near feral. He thinks he’s hiding it by working fifteen hour days, but we all know better.
“I’m sure, Ty.” I say with certainty. “Every time I get a whiff of her scent I’m rock solid for two hours, and I can’t wait to scent it straight from the source. She’s our true scent match. I’m certain of it.”
He grumbles something unintelligible, then grunts. “Fine. One meeting.”
Titus hangs up the phone and I’m left with the memory of Cady Jackman’s scent in my nose, my now-throbbing cock tenting the fabric of my slacks. Pressing the button under my desk to lock my office door, I palm my dick through the fabric of my pants. My phone rings again, and I answer it with the hand that isn’t fondling my erection without having to even see who it is.
“Ah, cucciolo , have you called to give me a hand?”
“I can sense your desire through the bond, alpha.” Archie’s voice is rough over the speaker. He didn’t video call me this time since he’s driving, but his desire is echoed back at me through the bond.
“I was imagining how our little mate smells, and now I need to take care of this problem before I leave the office with a circus tent in my pants.”
He groans, the sound making my already aching dick throb with need. “I want to take her between us.”
“Tell me, cucciolo ,” I purr, unbuttoning my pants and taking out my weeping cock. “What would you do to her?”
“Fuck, Mattie,” Archie curses. “I just got home, hold on.” There’s a shuffling of sounds, doors slamming, a shout from a confused sounding Ollie, Archie yelling "For fucks sake, Ollie! No, I don't want a tattoo!", before my phone rings with a video call. Grinning like the cat that got the cream as I answer it, I squeeze my inflating knot when Archie appears on the screen, looking to be completely naked with his back against our headboard. A chuckle leaves me. “Eager boy, are we? Turn the camera around so I can see that beautiful cock of yours.”
“Yes alpha,” he chokes out, and the camera flips so I have the perfect view of my beta’s hand as it strokes up and down his shaft. I tap the button on my screen to do the same so he can see me as well.
Archie and I are not strangers to phone sex. I often have to go away on business trips, and we’ve had many an orgasm over video chat. “Good boy,” I purr, running my thumb over the slit where pre-cum is leaking out. “Now tell me, what would you do to her?”
“I would—” He gasps at a particularly rough stroke of his hand. “I would have her straddle you on the bed,” my hand starts to stroke up and down as he speaks, “she would face away from you, and I would kiss her.”
“How would she taste, cucciolo ?” I groan as I imagine grabbing her perfect ass as she bounces up and down on my cock, pretending that my hand is her wet heat. I’ve never been with a woman before, I imagine her skin would be softer, more supple than my beta’s. Not better or more enticing, but a new sensation for us to experience together.
“Like fucking orange blossoms and vanilla,” he moans. “I’d kiss her, and then when she’s on the brink of orgasm, you’ll push your knot in, and I’ll drop to my knees, devouring you both with my tongue.”
“Oh fuck , my love,” I curse, my hand moving faster and faster to his filthy words.
”I can’t wait to taste the two of you together. Vanilla and caramel and orange and bourbon…oh fuck, Mattie!” Archie’s voice cries out as thick white ropes of cum explode onto his chest.
I follow a moment later, grabbing a tissue from my desk to catch the mess of my releases before it gets all over my shirt.
He flips the camera around to his flushed, slightly dazed, ridiculously handsome face. “Fuck, that was so good, Mattie.”
I do the same to my camera and am immediately surprised at how disheveled I look. My eyes are wild, the collar of my shirt askew. How did that even happen?
“It was, cucciolo . Now be a good boy and get dinner going. I have a few things to finish here and then I’m coming home.”
“Looks to me like you already did finish .” He smirks at me.
Little brat.
“ Moccioso!” I admonish, and he only laughs at me.
“Everything is ten times sexier when you say it in Italian, Mattie. Even calling me a brat.”
“I suppose I’ll have to stop saying naughty word in Italian then.” I raise my brow.
He gasps in mock outrage. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“ Non sai cosa farei per farti comportare bene, cucciolo.”
“See, I have no idea what you just said but my dick is already hard again.”
I bark a laugh. “Go, naughty boy. I’ll take care of you when I get home.”
“Promises, promises.” He sighs. “I love you, I’ll see you in a bit.”
“And I love you, amore mio .”
With that, I hang up the phone and stuff myself back into my pants, making sure to stuff the used tissue into my pocket so the poor janitors don’t have to deal with it.
Only twenty more minutes and then I can head home to my family.