Lucas
“We’re about an hour out now, ‘Kay, Lukey?” The voice on the phone is bright and cheery, and it does bring a small smile to my face. Not only is it always wonderful to speak to my old pack, but being able to speak Portuguese with Prue is the highlight of my days.
“See you soon, pássaro. Tell Bex that Fury has missed him.” I hear her repeat it in English, and there’s a masculine groan in the background of the call.
Prue giggles, followed by some muffled whispering.
Surprise raises my brows as I realize that I don’t recognize the voices.
The last time I spoke to Prue, she was still living the same life she had since our pack had broken up.
She and Beckett—my third—had gone together in their grief, living together and looking after one another when Fury had picked me up after I found his bar one night, looking to drown my own guilt.
Our scents had mixed, and the recognition in my soul had sparked brightly when I laid eyes on the other Alpha.
He’d clapped me on the shoulder and hugged me so tightly that night, letting me cry into his chest until he took me home after.
I guess I just never left after that. Prue and Beckett had silently sworn off Omega seeking too, driving into work with everything that they had, with each other at their backs.
As far as I was aware, they were never together.
Bex wasn’t interested in women, but it was good to know they still had each other when I found a new family.
“Luc?” Prue’s light voice brings me back, and I grunt an acknowledgment to her, only to have another laugh crackle through the speaker, “I know when you aren’t listening, idiot. I’m bringing… well, the rest of my pack, will that be alright?”
“Prue, you know you never need to ask. The invitation extends to you and any family, but you know we’re in trouble here, so as long as you’re willing to risk them… Or they can help, they’re welcome.”
She scoffs, “Lukey, you know me better than that. I’ll introduce the new guys when I get there.
Don’t be too hard on them. I think at least one of them might be a…
Solution to your problem.” With that, we say our goodbyes, and I hang up, tipping my head back against the headboard of the bed, and closing my eyes.
There’s a warm finger tracing across my chest, doing circles around my nipples, then drifting around to the other one before bumping down across my abs.
Muscles clench as she follows the edges of my navel, tickling with the light touch.
Since last night, when we finally returned, Skye has been plastered to my side.
It’s been unexpected, to say the least. Creaking an eye open to peer down at her, she’s lying on her side, watching the rise and fall of my chest as her touch dances across the expanse of my abdomen.
Nothing is arousing in her patterns at all, but the closeness and sweetly bright scent of her still rouses my cock, and I almost snicker as she frowns down at the sheets tenting.
Batting at it like an annoyed cat, this time she does get a low chuckle and finally looks up at me.
“Who was on the phone?” Ah. Her jealousy would be almost cute if I weren’t currently in the protective Alpha stage. Having been the first to knot her and start the pack bonding, I’m a little sensitive myself, with my old pack leader emotions rising again.
“My old pack, amorzinho, we have a barbecue every few months in the warmer weather, they’re coming for a visit, and as extra muscle in case Brynn feels like a little revenge.”
I should have been expecting her possessiveness, “Have you fucked her?”
“I have,” When she starts to move, I cuff her wrist, pressing her hand against my stomach and sliding it down until her fingers slip beneath the sheet, “but my cock only wants you now. You’re my Omega, as much as I fought it, and I wish I didn’t want you so much.
But you’re mine, and I’m never letting you go now. ”
“You’re an asshole.” She snorts, still pushing at my chest, “and I wish I didn’t feel like such a jealous bitch when all we’ve done is fuck.”
There’s a sharp pang through my chest then, a squeezing around my heart even as her fingers wrap around my cock and stroke once.
I have to remind myself that this is new to her and she doesn’t understand how pack life works yet, what with her rather unusual upbringing between an Alpha and Omega.
Maybe if her parents were Betas, I could understand it, but not from that.
Brows furrowing, I look down at our little Omega, her hand still cupped around the hard length, her thumb following the veins that pulse with my heartbeat.
“Skye.” Holding back the bark that wants to creep into my words, I draw her hand away, lacing my fingers through hers as I watch the worry ripple through those oceanic eyes.
Like a switch has been flipped, her entire body seems to crumple in on itself, her shoulders bowing and a quiet whine leaking through her pressed lips, “Skye, settle. I know you are… New to this, to pack life. But what we did is not ‘just fucking.’ We’ve started the initial step to pack bonding by one of us knotting you, and the more of us that you ‘just fuck’ the more stable and stronger the end result will be if you do want our bites. ”
Giving her a little time, I use my other hand to untangle her hair.
The deep mahogany catches the light so beautifully, streaks of bright reds dappling the browns and chestnuts, and it pains me for a moment to think that I ever saw her as plain or unworthy.
Maybe a return visit to my therapist is in order…
I haven’t spoken to Doctor Hessen since we lost Tomas.
Being with Skye, re-learning how to have an Omega, and how to love her will be my new mission in life, as well as not getting fired from my job, I suppose, after calling in today.
“Bonding…” It’s whispered on a breath, her own fingers scraping softly down my abs and drawing a full-body shiver, “I’ve never thought about it before.
The only pack I knew was my grandmother's, and I had never seen it at the height of their happiness. Seeing those ancient old wolves with their gray muzzles running through the trees for the last time was heartwarming, though.” Smiling softly, her head tips up to look at me, “I think I might want to stay here.”
Swallowing down the lump in my throat and clearing my throat, I grunt an affirmation at the little Omega in my arms, squeezing her tighter with the arm around her before swinging my legs over the side of the bed and making to stand.
Arms band around my stomach, and I shake my head as I continue to stand, dumping her unceremoniously on the floor with a loud squeal that has the door flying open.
Nosy carzinos stand outside my door, and I narrow my eyes at the fresh hole in the plaster from the force of the doorknob against the wall.
Atlas stands there, his eyes wide and lips pursed as he looks from me to Skye, crumpled on the ground, huffing and cursing as she rights herself.
Of course, his eyes then drop to my cock, still flying half-mast after having her hands on me for most of the morning.
“What did you do to her?” There’s no accusation in the big Alpha's words, just curiosity. I’m glad to see that at least one of our pack mates realizes that I wouldn’t hurt her, and I reach down to scoop her up and set her back on her feet, watching as she skips and leaps in Atlas’ arms, hugging him around the neck and waist. Now he looks suspicious. “What did you do with our Omega?”
Snorting at the pure seriousness of his expression, I tug on a pair of joggers and make my way to him, the lost expression on his face making me huff in amusement again.
“I did nothing at all, my amorzinho is just in a good mood after getting dicked down last night.” The straight face is becoming remarkably harder to hold around her. Atlas whoops and laughs at last, bear-hugging Skye in return until she coughs a little, then releases her.
“I dunno about dicking down, but I know you got us all up,” Atlas grins brightly, turning to leave the room, and you wouldn’t think that he had a whole other adult attached to him, clinging around him like a koala as he carries her down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Sighing, I grab some joggers and a shirt for her from the enormous pile of clothes that Clay picked up over the last few days when he snuck out under the guise of working.
I doubt Atlas even cares that she is naked currently, having been the only person other than myself and Clay to be buried between those sweet thighs of hers and feel her suffocate me with…
Porro, now I'm hard again, and I’d only just lost the last erection.
Knowing my luck, Prue would saunter in the door like she owned the place before I could get clothes on Skye.
Much to my surprise, Atlas dressed her whilst he finished breakfast, using far too many pans as per usual, and leaving it for the rest of us to clean up.
Not that I will complain when he is feeding our Omega, but the man is a terrible cleaner.
Undoubtedly, Theodore will have something to say later when dinner is cooking and something is out of place, and we’ll all get it in the ear for Atlas’s mess. Never mind.
“So who am I meeting today?” Skye asks around a mouthful of her breakfast roll, licking her lips free of grease in a way that has both of us Alphas drawn to her, but she snaps her fingers, muttering something that sounds like, “fucking Alphas,” before asking again.
Regaining my damn brain cells, I make my own sandwich, leaning back against the countertop to speak to her and eat, “My old pack. Fury mentioned we sometimes have barbecues and invite both Prue and Beckett over to keep in touch. Today is one of those days. By the sounds of it, they have some new members to introduce us to, exciting news given our history.”