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Luther

Three days. Seventy-two fucking hours of waiting. It’s been long enough to make all of us restless, especially me, Grayson, and Maceo. The Omegas? They’ve been in their own world, completely wrapped up in each other, barely noticing how on edge the rest of us are.

Blake has started working again, in small bursts, but Luca is never far. He’s either curled up in Blake’s lap, head tucked against his chest, fingers toying with the hem of Blake’s shirt, or he’s actively trying to distract him. The kind of distractions that inevitably lead to Blake growling, shoving his laptop aside, and dragging Luca back to one of their nests.

The entire house is thick with the scent of it. Sweet, addictive. Makes it damn near impossible to focus on anything else when all I can smell is the aftershock of their need, the way they wind each other up until all I can hear is the soft, breathless sounds slipping through the walls.

And yet, that’s not the worst part. The worst part is waiting. Waiting for the DNA results. Waiting to see if Hudson will call. Waiting for the next fucking bomb to drop.

The company is set for the next game launch, everything running smoothly without needing our direct attention, but even that feels like a temporary victory. Because every spare moment has been spent diving into Hudson’s past, combing through records, trying to find the missing pieces that keep slipping through our fingers.

And what we’ve found so far? It’s fucking appalling.

I lean back against the fridge, arms crossed over my chest, my eyes drifting over the mess of papers strewn across the kitchen island. Across from me, Maceo leans over the counter, flipping through one of the files. Grayson stands beside him, sipping from a cup of coffee, his gaze flicking between us. I exhale slowly, shaking my head as I scan the information in front of me again. “I don’t understand how no one has noticed how many Omegas he’s had in his home before Luca,” I mutter. “Does no one fucking care?”

Maceo drags a hand through his hair, flipping to another page before glancing up. “That’s not the weirdest part. It’s the fact that we don’t know where any of these Omegas are.”

I stiffen. “What do you mean?”

Maceo presses his lips into a thin line, tapping his fingers against the paper in front of him. “There’s no record of them after being with Hudson. No public divorces. No transfers of care to another pack. Nothing.” His eyes meet mine. “It’s like they just disappeared.”

A chill runs down my spine.

“If he was killing them, there’d be more suspicion,” Maceo continues. “More police involvement. More something. But there’s just… nothing.”

The weight of his words settles over the room, thick and suffocating.

Grayson exhales, shaking his head, then slowly gravitating toward Maceo. I watch as it happens, as it has been happening, as it will continue to happen. He’s drawn to him, in ways he probably hasn’t even realized yet, and it’s fucking fascinating to witness. I smile, watching as Grayson nudges Maceo’s arm, watching as Maceo leans into it just slightly, barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

Then Maceo slides an arm around Grayson’s waist, pulling him closer, fingers curling just slightly over his hip. Grayson instinctively relaxes, like it’s nothing, like it’s just another touch among a hundred others. I roll my tongue against my teeth, my mind drifting to what’ll happen when Grayson finally stops hesitating, when he gives in completely, when he’s between us, breathing heavy, wrecked and taken apart.

Maceo catches on to my train of thought, a slow, wicked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, fingers flexing slightly against Grayson’s hip, like he’s already thinking about it too. Like he’s just waiting.

Grayson doesn’t notice. He’s too focused, too deep in his own frustration as he stares down at the papers in front of him. “I’ve checked the registry,” he mutters, flipping through one of the files again. “Luca is the only Omega Hudson has ever married. He’s never registered any of the others either, so there’s just no record. How the fuck is that even possible? If he claimed them in some way, there should be paperwork. Transfers. Pack movements. Something.”

“Maybe it’s time to pick another tactic,” I murmur, pushing away from the fridge and reaching for the stack of documents spread across the counter. My fingers skim over pages of information, images, notes. I scan the list of Omegas we suspect Hudson has taken over the years, women and men who were with him for months at a time before they just… disappeared.

The more I look, the worse it gets. Then, something catches my eye. A familiar face, a sharp jawline, piercing eyes. I frown, turning the picture toward Maceo. “Wait. Is this one of the Omegas that was Hudson’s?”

Maceo glances down, his brows furrowing. Then he nods. “Yeah. Kaylee Donovan. She was with Hudson for almost three months.”

Something doesn’t sit right. The name, the face. My mind pulls at something just out of reach, a memory I can’t quite grab onto. I stare at the image, my stomach twisting. I know this woman.

Grayson catches the change in my expression. “What?”

I shake my head, my grip tightening on the edge of the paper. “I know her pack, not personally, though,” I clarify, still staring, still trying to place where I’ve seen her before. “The Vizant pack but her name is Leia, not Kaylee.”

Grayson blinks, confusion flickering across his face. “Wait, what?”

I drag a hand down my face, the weight of this entire mess settling deeper into my bones. “Fucking hell,” I mutter, shaking my head as I flip through the pages again. None of it makes sense, but the pieces are starting to fit, and I don’t like what it’s shaping into. “For some reason, Hudson is renaming them. Giving them away.”

Grayson frowns, shifting his weight, arms crossing over his chest. He looks as frustrated as I feel. “Who the hell is the Vizant family?”

Maceo, still leaning over the counter, barely looks up from the file in his hands. “They’re pretty influential. On the same level as the mayor.” He taps a finger against the paper, thoughtful. “They live just outside the city. One of the investors in the company, actually.”

Grayson’s eyebrows shoot up. “How did we not know this?”

“They aren’t very showy about their Omega,” I explain, flipping the picture back toward me, staring at Leia Vizant or Kaylee Donovan, or whatever the hell Hudson called her before she disappeared. “And if Hudson is caught up in some shit like this, it would make sense that it’s quiet.”

Grayson exhales sharply, shaking his head like he’s trying to put the pieces together in real time. “Do you think this is why Hudson wants Luca back so bad?”

Maceo tilts his head slightly, considering. “That wouldn’t make sense. He abused Luca. He marked him, unlike the others.”

I roll my shoulders, straightening up. Doesn’t matter. I need answers. “I need to speak with Kai Vizant,” I say, glancing between them. “Hopefully, he’ll talk to me.”

Maceo snorts, finally looking up, lips quirking slightly. “He’s not just going to tell you everything you want to know.”

I grin, feeling that familiar pull in my chest, the slow burn of an idea forming. “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not just going to ask him.”

Maceo shakes his head, but he’s already grinning, like he knows exactly where this is going.

I saunter forward, eyes locking onto Grayson, who still hasn’t moved from his spot near the counter. He watches me carefully, mug back in his hand, but I can already see it—the way his breath hitches just slightly, the way his fingers tighten around the ceramic. We both know, each other just waiting for someone to make the move. I step in close, crowding him back, casing him in against Maceo, my body pressing just enough to see the way his pupils blow wide.

“Now that we’ve figured that out,” I murmur, voice dropping, watching his reaction, soaking it in. “I’ve had something on my mind and I really want to see it play out.”

Grayson’s throat bobs as he swallows. The heat in his cheeks is a fucking sight.

“Especially,” I continue, dragging my fingers down his arm, tracing the tension in his muscles, “since both of our Omegas are tangled around each other, keeping each other plenty occupied.”

Maceo hums behind him, leaning in, his breath ghosting over Grayson’s ear before his teeth catch the lobe in a soft, teasing bite. “I think I might like this game.”

Grayson shudders, breath stuttering, grip tightening on the mug in his hands. “Luther…” he murmurs, but there’s no bite to it, no real protest.

I smirk, tilting my head. “I know, sweetheart,” I murmur. “I think you’re gonna like it too.” Leaning in further, I take the mug and place it on the counter before cupping his cheeks in my hands and devouring his lips. Maceo only waits a few moments before one of his hands is moving between us–Grayson and I–to cup our Alpha’s cock.

My little Alpha bucks toward me, a deep sigh falling from his lips that I eagerly swallow. His fingers dig into my chest as his lips part and I take the opportunity to dip my lips to his shoulder, sucking my bond mark between my teeth. His entire body shudders between us, head falling back against Maceo’s chest as we slowly take him apart.

“Why,” he lets out a small gasp as I continue grazing my teeth across his skin, my fingers digging into his hips. “Are you always trying to embarrass me?” His earthy scent blooms around us, thickening until I know he’s all but melting in our hands.

I chuckle, Maceo following suit as he begins nibbling on Grayson’s ear again and I hold my breath, wondering if this moment is going to bring us together. As much as I would love it, I understand when Maceo retreats, a deviant smile on his lips. “How much time do you think we have before one or both of our Omegas decide to come in here.”

“Does it matter?” I mutter against Grayson’s shoulder. “I’m pretty sure they would enjoy the show. However, I’m partial to giving my–our–Alpha a bit more attention at the moment.” I pull back, meeting Maceo’s silver gaze before deciding to continue what we’ve started. Grayson’s lips are still parted, his cheeks flushed before he fixes his expression.

“What are you two doing?”

“Love, we’re just figuring out a better way to embarrass you.”

His brows rise as I squeeze his waist a little tighter before pulling him forward, flush against my chest and then walk backward until I’m against the fridge. Grayson’s breath picks up a little, his eyes widening as Maceo steps forward, fingers slipping between us to undo the button on his pants. “You alright with this boss,” Maceo muses, meeting my gaze. Grayson’s about to speak but Maceo cuts him off. “I already know you’re okay with it. I can smell it, feel it in the way you rocked into my hand. But our Alpha here, I’m wondering if it’s okay to fuck his little Alpha in front of him.”

A wild grin overtakes my face. “More than okay with it. Proceed, Mac.”

Grayson’s shocked expression doesn’t change until his pants are halfway down his thighs. And then everything changes, a long, unfiltered groan falling from his lips as he falls against me. “Jesus Christ. His fingers are huge, Luther. What the–” I hear the familiar sound of a wrapper and then the squirt of lube, Grayson’s fingers curling into my shirt. “We’re doing this?”

“Unless you ask us to stop, love.”

“Don’t fucking stop. You both already robbed me of an orgasm, stepping away before. Give me this one.”

I snort, leaning down to kiss my little Alpha. “Your Beta is going to give you this one. He’s going to stuff you full with that knot. God, I’ve always wanted to watch you fall apart and now I get the chance.” I kiss him again, a little longer, enjoying the taste of his lips. “I’ve always loved watching Blake and now Luca but you are just as beautiful, love.”

He gasps into my mouth, his face scrunched up in pleasure and I just know that Maceo’s hitting that one spot. His hole is probably even tighter in this position, his pants keeping his legs from widening. I glance down to see his cock dragging against my thigh, wanting to add to the pleasurable torture we’re giving him. And when I wrap my fingers around his length, slowly stroking to the same rhythm of Grayson rocking his hips, I know he won’t last long.

Grayson buries his head in my shoulder, little grunts muffled my shirt and then his body tenses. I look at Maceo, the Beta’s focus firmly on where his cock is sliding into our little Alpha’s ass. “Jesus Christ, he’s tight. Fucking hell, I’m not going to last long.”

I just grin before dipping my head to suck on Grayson’s bite again, his body shuddering, little grunts and twisted moans falling from his lips. I think this might be my favorite new thing, especially when Maceo wraps a firm hand around Grayson’s neck, dragging him back just enough for me to see the flushed expression on his face. God, he’s gorgeous. They both are.

“Are you going to come for us, Gray? Are you going to fall apart as we take care of you?” I pick up my pace, stroking him a little faster as he chases the pleasure. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he says something I don’t catch, Maceo nibbling on his ear again. “Let go, love. That’s right, just like that.”

Grayson’s nostrils flares, Maceo still pumping into his ass, rocking him against me. I reach farther down, running my thumb across his slit and that’s when it happens, his entire body goes still, those delicate lips parted, and the most delicious moan slips into the air. His hips stutter, his release coating my palm as Maceo thrusts one last time. Grayson’s eyes widen as he scrambles for purchase, fingers digging into my shirt.

I just smile at my beautiful Alpha. “He’s got you, doesn’t he? I think I’m going to get addicted to this but next time I want to watch his cock sliding into you, his knot filling you, suffocating you until you’re so full, you can’t move.”

Maceo grunts and then his shoulders fall as he comes, a guttural sound dragging from his throat that sounds wholly Alpha. He pulls Grayson with him as they step back, Maceo sagging into a chair with Grayson on his lap. The knot won’t last long–Alphas aren’t built for it–but it’s still a pretty sight to see him so wrecked in a way that I don’t usually get.

And just to make it better, I raise my hand up to my lips, sucking his release into my mouth. Grayson’s eyes darken, Maceo letting out another groan, no doubt his knot swelling just a little more. “Luther, please. We’re here torturing Grayson, not me.”

Now, that just sounds like a challenge. Maceo may never be mine the way he is for the others but that doesn’t mean I can’t play. I step up to them, wrapping my hand around Grayson’s cock again and give it just the slightest bit of pleasure. It’s an immediate reaction, both of them groaning, Grayson twitching in my hand. I know from experience that Maceo’s flooding Grayson’s ass, his knot staying plugged there for a bit longer.

When Maceo throws me one of his no nonsense looks, I realize that I really and truly do love this game.