Heat blooms in the pit of my belly against my will as I wiggle against him, a whine sitting at the back of my throat. My nostrils flare as my scent sweetens uncontrollably, Luca staring at me, worriedly. "What can we do?" Luca's voice breaks slightly as he speaks. "What can I do? I want to help somehow."
The desperation in his voice cuts through some of my own numbness, reminding me that this situation affects more than just me. Luca has always been generous with his heart, wanting to fix things for the people he cares about even when he's dealing with his own challenges. I still remember the day at the diner when I was clamoring to take him home with me. Luca told methat he was okay only for me to find out that he was shielding me from the pain he was suffering.
Luther presses another kiss to my bond mark. "There is something, if Blake wants to explore the option, but it would take a little bit of preparation and time."
He reaches over my shoulder and scrolls through the article on his phone, navigating past the sections I've already read until he settles on a part titled "Late Designation Presentation." I can see subsections listed beneath it, and one catches my eye immediately: "From Omega to Delta" and directly below that, "So You Want to Have a Baby."
I frown as I start reading about egg preservation procedures, surrogate options, and adoption processes. The clinical descriptions of fertility treatments and alternative family planning feel overwhelming when layered on top of everything else I'm trying to process. Each paragraph outlines complex medical procedures and legal arrangements that would be required to preserve any chance of biological children.
"This is too much," I cry out, dropping the phone into the nest. "I just..." The sentence dies in my throat because I don't know how to articulate the feeling of drowning in information about a future I'm not sure I'm ready to plan.
Luca immediately picks it up, his brows furrowed in concentration as he reads through the same sections that just overwhelmed me. I can see him processing the information, his lips moving slightly as he works through the more complex medical language.
"I'll carry them," Luca says suddenly, his voice filled with fierce determination. "All of them. As many as you want. You're going to be a daddy to all the babies, Blake."
His offer is so earnest and generous that it breaks the tension in the room. Laughter bubbles up through the panic and theslight terror, the sound somewhere between joy and hysteria as I try to process his eagerness.
"Cupcake, that's too many babies," I manage to say through a strained giggles. "We're not doing that to you."
Luther's arm tightens around my waist as he speaks. "Love, we can do whatever you decide you want, but I suggest we preserve what you do have now and make a decision about next steps later. If you end up not pursuing biological children, then nothing happens with your eggs. But if you do decide you want to try, you'll have options available."
The logic of his suggestion makes sense, but the emotional weight of making any decision right now feels impossible. "I hate this," I say quietly, the admission feeling like another small surrender. "I hate that my body is making these choices for me."
I sigh heavily, trying to release some of the tension that's been building in my chest since Luther first started explaining my condition. But as the breath leaves my body, another tendril of heat moves through me, starting low in my belly and radiating outward.
A whine escapes my throat before I can stop it, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What is that? I thought I was tired, but this feels..."
Luther purrs against my back, settling my unease but the sound only furthers my need, slick gathering around my hole. "That's also why I came upstairs with you instead of letting you process this alone." His voice takes on a deeper tone. "Quentin mentioned that this heat was going to be different from your previous ones. You're going to be fully conscious throughout the entire cycle, and it's not going to be the typical two or three-day affair that you're used to. But you are going to need us - our knots, our taste, our presence."
The heat building in my system feels different already, more intense but also more controlled than the overwhelming fog thatusually accompanies my cycles. I can think clearly even as my body begins to demand attention and satisfaction.
"I want you to take what you need, Blake," Luther says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my spine straighten with attention. "I want to watch you take what's yours as many times as you need it." His words send another wave of heat through me, and I can feel my body responding to both his voice and his scent. "I want you to show your Omega how possessive you can be. Can you do that?"
I swallow nervously, unsure of the million changes I’m being forced to reconcile with all at once. Luca’s eyes widen as his gaze locks on mine, a sliver of hope and excitement there as he leans forward, waiting for me to accept everything around me.
“Why aren’t you more scared?” I know I’m being selfish. I know I should be grateful that Luca is fine in this moment, that he isn’t worrying about Hudson, that we’re safe, but I was supposed to be the one in control taking care of my Omega.
And now I’m…
“I’m terrified, Bear,” Luca whispers as he runs his hands across his stomach. “Terrified that I’m going to bring my babies into a world we can’t protect them from. Terrified that the nightmares I suffered will still be there as I try to teach them about all the good. Terrified that Hudson will finally do what he started. Terrified that you and I might not be there to watch them grow up.” He runs a hand up to run across his neck, across the scars Hudson left. “And then I remember we have the most amazing mates. And that we’re stronger than we look. That we always come out on top and that we keep surviving time and time again. Hudson never broke me. And you always pushed through and now you’re going to be my Delta.”
Tears show in his gorgeous eyes as he reaches for my hand and squeezes my fingers, all of those words the ones I needed to hear. “I’m still going to be yours.”
“Yes. And Luther’s. And Maceo’s. And Grayson’s. None of that is changing. You helped me when I presented late and now it’s my turn, okay? So take. Show me how you take. I want to see it.”
I let out a shuddering breath as I slowly climb onto my hands and knees, Luca’s fingers slipping into my hair. The position is like a beacon for my neediness, slick gathering between my thighs and soaking through my briefs completely.
Another whine tears from my throat as Luther sits up behind me and drags my pants down my legs. He then helps me sit back onto his waiting cock, pure relief spreading through me at the sudden fullness. My head lolls back against his chest as Luther settles his hands on my waist, dictating the slow torturous pace. “My beautiful,beautiful,Delta. You are gorgeous, regardless of what your designation is. You are mine, regardless of what you are. Remember that.” His lips find my ear, nibbling the lope and then dropping down to the curve of my neck.
A gasp falls from my lips as one of his hands move up to pinch my nipple, another, smaller hand wrapping around my cock. I look down to see Luca several inches closer, his face twisted up in determination as he starts furiously working me over in stark contrast with Luther’s slow thrusts.
“Cupcake… fuck, that’s…” I can’t even get the words out as I come all over his belly, Luca giggling as he continues, using my cum as lube. One of his hands reaches down further to cup my balls, the other still sliding up and down my length, his thumb swiping across my tip.
I wriggle between them, unable to find a sensation to chase, both of them overwhelming me with their scents and their touch.
“You’re going to be a daddy soon, Blake. And then I’m going to make you a daddy again. And again. And again. As many times as you want to. We’re going to have an army. Fuck biology,”Luca’s words rush out in a purr as he pulls another orgasm from me, my Alpha’s purr rumbling through the room.
His knot flutters against my ass as he thrusts up into me, heat surging in my belly as I clench down around his cock. “You feel so good around me, love. Keep doing that. Keep using me just like that, Blake.” His tongue drags down my neck, his lips then sucking on his bite. We haven’t spent a lot of time like this, just the three of us, our crazy life pulling us in all different directions but I realize how much I miss it.
