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Linc breathed in, “Do you know how many times I came in wanting to say, ‘honey, I’m home,’ and kiss you, just because? I ached with it. So I decided to stay away.”

“You can kiss me now,” Luca whispered.

Linc sucked in a quick breath, a little amazed that this was happening, “I can.”

He took Luca’s lips again in a quick kiss, like the ones he wanted all those nights, just because. He loved how Luca melted into the kiss, his body melding into Lincoln’s like it had been doing so forever, not just a day.

Lincoln broke the kiss, even though it wasn’t what he wanted to do.

“Frank isn’t going to go away. His type doesn’t. But I’ll handle it. I refuse to let him cause you anymore distress or pain.”

“My knight in Saville Row,” Luca teased before sighing. “I hate that he gets anything more from me, from you.”

“Me too, but you and the amazing gift of our child— and I swear to you that’s what he or she will be— ours. Both of you are mine to protect. And what’s the point of being obscenely wealthy if I can’t protect my family?”

“I don’t deserve you,” Luca sniffed, using his free hand to wipe the tears he couldn’t stop from rolling down.

“Never say that, you’re more than I deserve, but I swear I will do my best to make sure you know how precious you are.”

“I’m going to be all red-eyed and puffy and then you won’t want to kiss me,” Luca said, his voice choked.

“The day I stop wanting to kiss you, is the day that they put me in the ground because that means there will be no breath left in this body.”

Luca practically lunged at Lincoln, but he caught him easily and the kiss that followed, his omega’s body lined up to his on a flat surface, had him hard enough to pound nails.

“Bed, now, please. I need to,” Luca flushed such a bright red Lincoln would have burst out laughing if the thought of Luca and bed wasn’t already playing out in his mind in vivid detail.

“I want to be yours, I want to feel like I belong to you,” Luca whispered, the words all the hotter for the fact that his omega’s gaze never left his and what he saw in them both humbled him and set his body aflame with need.

Linc made sure he had a good hold on Luca, and stood with him in his arms.

“I need to be inside you now. I need to know this is real and you’re finally mine.”

The frantic nod he got from Luca was enough to get him moving.

His omega. His finally!

25

Luca

There were days when Luca felt sorry for the day he met Frankie, that he’d been so gullible and stupid not to see through his slick and contrived charm. Now that he no longer had whatever goggles he’d had on before, and he saw Frankie for what he was, he knew that he was a user. A phony, a fake. But in this moment all he could think of was everything that happened led him to Lincoln.

And for the second time since Frankie had walked out, Luca had something to thank him for. His wonderful baby and Lincoln. Because Luca felt like he traveled this road to get to this moment.

Because if he hadn’t rebelled against his parents and found himself here, he would have never met Linc because he would have been married to Russell. The alpha his parents had chosen for him. Who was perfectly nice, and handsome and wealthy but not Lincoln.

Luca may have been foolish for believing completely in Lincoln but he just knew that every word the alpha spoke was the truth.

After being lied to by Frank and looking into his eyes today, Luca knew he could spot the faux sincerity. Frank had slept with other people. Dumped him. Lied to him, stolen from him. And Luca had to be honest with himself, no matter how painful it was, and admit that in his heart of hearts, he’d known. Known that Frank was a liar when he’d said he would never fuck about on him again.

But he had stubbornly refused to face the facts that an alpha that rated him that way, didn’t care about him, even a little. The moment that he’d taken Luca’s virginity and realized that he wouldn’t be getting hands on his trust fund, Luca became nothing more than a burden.

He hated that his parents and the innocent child in his womb would have to suffer Luca’s mistakes, but Luca knew that he didn’t have to worry about his child because if he had a son, and he ended up like Lincoln, who would be an excellent father, then that kid would be the luckiest child alive.

But his parents. Gods, his parents, who would surely be missing him, just as he missed them. But he couldn’t go home. A voice whispered, maybe he could.

Before he could explore that idea, Lincoln’s voice interrupted his ruminating, “If you’re having second thoughts, it’s fine, we can take this slow.”