Chapter 5
Hudson
Alex’s pheromones hit me like a wall. The alphas probably don’t even realize how strong their energy is.
The more I see of them – and this house – the easier it is to picture spending time here.
Too bad they want more than my company.
It’s ironic. The first time I can imagine belonging to a pack, they only want me for what my body can do.
“The nest is through here.” He gestures to an ornate door, the only one designed to stand out. Inside, the floor dips into a padded pit begging to be curled up in.
When I glance over my shoulder, Alex is leaning against the doorframe simply watching me.
“You can come in,” I say. “Actually…should I be in here?”
His dark brows pinch together. “Why shouldn’t you?”
“If this doesn’t work, another omega might not appreciate me stinking up their nest.”
His smokey wood ash scent turns a little acrid and sadness enters his eyes. He’s already preparing for the disappointment.
And damn my biology, I hate that I’ve disappointed him.
Every cell wants to please him, and I hate that instinct almost as much as I crave it.
I don’t like that. I don’t like that my biology is trying to push me toward these alphas simply because we’re compatible. I mean, they’re not the first gorgeous and delicious smelling alphas to show interest in me.
They are, however, the first I’ve actually considered wanting to change my entire life for simply because they asked.
Sure, the money’s great – and who doesn’t love new clothes?
I blurt, “You can court me,” before my brain catches up to my mouth.
Alex’s scent returns to normal almost instantly and a slow smile stretches across his ridiculously handsome face.
As he moves further into the nest, stopping within touching distance, I crane my neck back and study him in the warm afternoon light shining through the open curtains.
Those will absolutely have to be blackout curtains if I ride out my heat with these alphas.
Sunlight warms his hair, hinting at red in the stubble on his jaw. The thought of a future child flickers – and I shove it away.
Why the hell am I already picturing a future child with them simply because Alex is in my vicinity?
Right. Because his pheromones are making me soak these damn omega boxers.
My undergarments don’t do a damn thing for the way my perfume practically explodes from me when his eyes dip from mine to my mouth.
A flash of a fantasy of Alex bending forward and pressing his mouth to mine makes me almost dizzy as more blood rushes from my brain and straight to my achingly hard cock. I’ll definitely have to rub one off when I get home.
Shit. I might even duck into the bathroom under the guise of using the toilet to ease my body of this pent-up desire.
“I want to kiss you,” he says as though my damn fantasy has suddenly come to life.
I blink up at him and my tongue darts out to moisten my bottom lip.
Except when I don’t say anything, he takes a small step back and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m sorry. That was…I’m rushing things. You’re just…you have to know how…”
He doesn’t finish any of his thoughts, but I swear my own about him or more than likely identical. He’s gorgeous. He’s tall and broad through the shoulders and chest without being overly muscular.
Not that I have anything against muscular guys. I just happen to really like the way Alex fills out his jeans and button-down.
And I really, really like how potent his pheromones have become since I took a step toward him, closing the space he put between us.
“I want you to kiss me,” I admit.
I gasp when his hand hooks around the back of my neck, he bends, and slants his mouth over mine. At first, he simply holds there, breathing me in as the hand on the back of my neck moves to my hair and grips it tight at my nape and the other cups my jaw to tilt my face up further for him.
Then his tongue teases the seam of my lips and I swear my dick twitches as I soak my boxers with more slick and now precum.
How the hell am I so turned on simply by the way his stubble feels scraping against my jaw? Or maybe it’s the way he’s practically devouring me, dominating my mouth with his tongue.
Every instinct screams he’s mine.
Sure, it could be the hormones speaking as my preheat creeps in and tries to take the wheel. But I’ve been around alphas when I was this close to my cycle. I’ve fucked alphas when I was fully lost to the fog.
And not once had every cell in my body been so determined to do everything in my power to ensure these alphas never walk away.
The decision is in your hands.
The choice is mine – whether to carry a child or chase something real with them. Maybe both.
Before I can stop myself, I reach for his belt and struggle to get the strap through.
Until his hands leave my hair and face to stop me.
Well, shit. They’d come right out and asked whether I would be offended by the three of them fucking during my heat. Does that mean the only time we’ll be intimate is during my cycles? Because I sure as hell need more than that.
If that’s the case – and if I agree to this – they need to be open to me dating outside the pack. I won’t bring anyone here; that would be disrespectful. I’ll just make sure my rent is paid and take them there or go to their place.
Even as I make these plans, a deep sense of rejection I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced squeezes my heart, making that earlier chest pain return.
Maybe I need to talk to my doctor, get my heart checked. Because no way am I feeling heartbreak over men I don’t know, men who don’t belong to me, men I literally met an hour ago.
Before I can finish my inner monologue and question my own sanity, Alex startles me by dropping to his knees in front of me.
Holy shit.
The moment his hands land on my belt, I instantly smooth a hand through his hair, mussing it and reveling in how soft and warm it is.
“You can stop me. I won’t be angry,” he says as he gets my belt undone, then starts to work on my button and zipper.
I don’t think I could stop him if someone held a gun to my head.
Dramatic, sure. But holy shit. An alpha is on his knees for me. He’s not barking at me, demanding I present. He hasn’t released his cock and begged for a blow job.
No. He’s intent on pleasing me.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper in a ragged voice as his big, warm hand reaches into my boxers and pulls my hard cock free.
Precum beads at the tip and rolls over the side. Alex’s eyes drop from my face and watches as it drips to the carpet before leaning forward and teasing the slit with his tongue.
An embarrassingly loud moan leaves my lips before I can stop the sound.
His pheromones are wrapping around me like a cocoon, seeping into my pores. I’m drowning in them, breathing them so deeply they’ve embedded into my lungs.
Alex is literally the air I’m breathing as he loosens his jaw and takes me further into his mouth as his tongue swirls around the crown of my cock.
“Holy shit.”
Listen. I’ve had blowjobs before. Dozens, maybe even hundreds. Usually by betas with an occasional alpha thrown in there, though the latter was generally their way of getting me primed so they could fuck me.
Alex…he’s genuinely trying to suck the life out of me through the tip of my dick. When he moans, I have to focus to keep from blowing my load too soon and embarrassing the fuck out of myself.
Not that it should matter how quickly I lose it. I’m an omega, for fuck’s sake. I can go over and over again, even outside my heat.
I can’t help but stare down at him as he uses one hand to grip my hip while the other strokes me in time with his mouth. His hands and forearms are veiny and so fucking masculine.
And there is the faintest hint of a few gray hairs on his scalp, reminding me how much older he is. For some reason, that makes my balls pull up tight and the first tingles start at the base of my spine.
I’m trying, I really am. I want to hold out, to enjoy this for longer than thirty fucking seconds. But damn, Alex is beyond talented with his mouth.
I suppose he’s had some practice being mated to two fellow alphas.
Damn, now I’m picturing him on his knees for Mason or even Desmond and that does nothing for my control.
“You need to stop. I’m going to come,” I groan out through clenched teeth.
Alex pulls back, lapping at the tip before tilting his head back to look into my face. His pupils are blown, his pheromones are everywhere, and there’s a very obvious bulge in his jeans. He’s turned on by blowing me.
Or maybe he was as turned on as I was before he started. After all, I was the one who initially reached for his pants, though I’m not sure whether I simply wanted to jerk him off, taste him, or let him help me break in the presumably never used nest.
“I’ll stop if that’s what you want. But I’m dying to taste you on my tongue.” His lids are heavy, his lips pink and shiny from his saliva and my precum, but he sure as hell doesn’t look like he wants to stop.
When I don’t answer, he raises a brow at me.
“I need your consent. We’ll never do anything you don’t –”
“You have my consent,” I say, cutting him off. Because I need to finish and I’m now desperate to finish on his tongue. “Have you been with an omega before?”
He shakes his head, then leans forward and laps at the beads of cum dribbling from my tip. Fuck, I’m so close.
“We come a lot,” I warn him.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
He dives back in, taking me into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat. Except he doesn’t gag.
Holy shit…is Alex missing the gag reflex?
That is hot as fuck, and I now want to see one of the other alphas throat fuck him to test the theory.