Chapter 6
Desmond
The lust hit me through the bond before I even opened the feed. Alex on his knees wasn’t what I expected to find.
Now, my knot is throbbing, my gums ache with the need to sink my teeth into Hudson’s flesh to make him ours, and my dick is seconds away from punching a hole through my slacks.
Mason doesn’t look like he’s faring any better as we both watch and listen to our mate and the omega upstairs.
If I’d bet on Alex winning him over this fast, I’d have lost big. Though I’m pretty sure Alex could suck a man’s soul through the tip of his cock.
Beside the lust now coming from both Alex and Mason is something…darker. I don’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips. I know what’s coming the moment Hudson leaves this house.
Mason’s the picture of control, but I see the dark gleam in his eyes. He’ll punish Alex later for making us watch instead of join.
He more than likely didn’t even think about the fact we would have a front row seat to their little intimate moment, but there isn’t a chance in hell I would pass up watching his head bobbing up and down Hudson’s length.
Fuck, even the omega’s dick is perfect. Straight and long, with the perfectly flared head. I would give my left pinky to see his ass, to have him bent over and aiming his hole toward the camera.
For the first time in twelve years, someone outside our pack has my full attention.
I’m smitten.
I roll my eyes at my own thoughts. Smitten is far too mild for the near obsession I’ve developed since the moment he walked through our door and I caught a whiff of his warm tonka bean scent.
I’d been afraid he would have a cloyingly sweet or floral scent like so many omegas we’ve known through the years. But his is soft and sensual, just like his face, his lips, his body.
Hudson feels made for us, soft without being fragile, strong without sharp edges.
“Oh fuck,” he says, the sound filling the living room in stereo as it comes from Mason’s phone the same time. “I’m going to come down your throat.”
“Fuck me,” Mason mutters, reaching down to squeeze his knot as we both watch Hudson’s hands hold Alex’s head against his groin before throwing his head back and moaning loud and long.
The camera isn’t close enough for full details, but I can picture the way Alex’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows each jet of Hudson’s release down.
We’ve read everything we possibly can about omegas, did as much research as possible to ensure anyone who agreed to our offer would be spoiled rotten.
Which, of course, means we’re all fully aware that omegas tend to come a lot.
When one of Hudson’s hands leaves Alex’s hair and his thumb swipes under Alex’s full bottom lip, I know he’s cleaning away some of what Alex couldn’t swallow fast enough. If I were up there, I could lick it away so it wouldn’t be wasted.
That is if I could keep myself from wrapping my mouth around Alex’s cock or bending him over to fuck him while he sucked off our omega.
Our omega. He isn’t ours yet.
Actually, he won’t technically be ours. The whole thing will be temporary.
Doesn’t mean I don’t want to at least discuss…more.
“We’re supposed to be charming him into carrying our child, not seducing him,” Mason growls. He can pretend all he wants, but his voice is deep and guttural. My mate is turned on.
“If anyone can seduce someone into agreeing to this arrangement, it’s Alex,” I say, not bothering to hide the way I reach down and adjust my hard length. It feels like it’s being strangled by my freaking slacks.
Good thing I hadn’t donned jeans for this meeting.
“And what if Hudson thinks we’re simply after…” He trails off.
“We are simply after his body,” I point out because I know exactly what he planned to say. “We’re asking him to uproot his life and carry a child for us. Which will take a lot of fucking, at least during his cycles. What would you call that?”
“You know what I meant,” he growls. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t stopped being all growly since we first detected Alex’s lust through the bond.
“He said we can court him,” I mention as I watch Alex help Hudson straighten his clothes. “You think he’ll agree to stay here while we court him?”
Mason turns off his phone and tosses it onto the coffee table. Whatever happens next…well, I’m not sure either of us want to see if we want to remain gentlemen.
“I don’t know. We have to be patient. I’m sure he’ll have a lot more questions for us. And we promised to be open and honest with him.”
Mason rubs his temples with both hands as though a headache is growing. It’s his biggest tell; my mate is stressed. He’s worried this will turn out like every other omega we offered this deal to.
Although no other omega has actually agreed to not only come over and sit down for a conversation but have…an encounter with any of us.
My cheeks heat when I think about how good, how natural Alex and Hudson looked together. I really don’t want the omega to think…well, shit. I don’t want him to think we solely want him around for use of his body, but that’s exactly what we’re doing.
Not fully in a sexual way, of course, but there will be a lot of that.
The three of us decided a decade ago we wouldn’t bother with a DNA test when we finally had a child together.
Thing is, though, it might be extremely easy to tell who fathered our child, depending on the omega who carries them.
Mason has inky black hair, Alex has dark, sandy blond hair, and me? Yep, I’m a ginger.
Not really. My hair falls more in the auburn category.
Although Alex does have a little red in his beard, so he might carry the same gene.
Doesn’t matter. Any baby born to us will be ours.
We offered the same thing to Hudson that we have with every single omega we’ve approached – he is more than welcome to remain in the child’s life in whatever capacity he’s comfortable with, except full custody.
Everything we agree to will be written into a contract by a lawyer to ensure all parties are protected.
And to make sure no one tries to scam us out of money then disappear with our child.
Footsteps echo down the stairs – Hudson’s light, Alex’s heavier. When they appear, Hudson’s pheromones roll through the room.
“Are you hungry?” Alex asks as they descend the stairs.
Hudson’s pheromones are potent, filling the space and growing stronger the closer he gets.
He smiles up at Alex and nods. Then surprises me by sliding his hand into Alex’s as though they’ve held hands a thousand times instead of this being their first meeting.
I shouldn’t be surprised they’ve already connected. Alex can charm anyone, but Hudson’s pull feels different, deeper.
This could work out so well. It’s obvious we’re compatible. And it’s obvious he’s at least attracted to Alex. Even if my mate is the only one who has the opportunity to attempt to impregnate the omega, it will be worth it when we hold our child later.
Hudson takes a seat on the couch between Mason and me again and leans forward, grabbing a piece of fruit and popping it into his mouth. Not really a meal, but it definitely draws my attention to his mouth, damn it.
“So, um, I told Alex I’m amenable to you three courting me. But I have some more questions before we proceed with any of it,” Hudson says after chewing.
“I told you, we’ll answer anything as honestly as possible.
We won’t hide anything from you, and we’re open to any compromises or negotiations you offer.
Our main goal is to grow our family and, I think I can speak for my mates,” Mason says, looking from me to Alex then back to Hudson, “when I say we will literally do just about anything you ask to make this dream come true. As long as it’s legal, of course. ”
Hudson chuckles, the sound soft and so sexy.
Or maybe my libido is simply on overdrive because even the simple act of leaning back and pulling his legs up onto the couch until he’s nearly sitting on them is sexy.
It might be because he’s become at ease enough around us to get comfortable.
Or shit…what if he’s forming a makeshift nest to soothe himself.
The urge to purr for him is strong, but I swallow it back and smile softly when he glances up at me as though he can hear my thoughts or detect the subtle change in my scent.
“Well, um, you three are bonded. During…the arrangement or whatever you want to call it, do you prefer that I remain loyal to you three?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He turns to look at me. “I mean do you prefer I only sleep with you three during the duration of the contract?”
My cock twitches in my jeans and it takes nearly every ounce of energy to avoid reaching down to adjust it again. Although I’m pretty sure my cheeks are a bright pink.
Mason is the one who answers since it appears my tongue has officially glued itself to the roof of my mouth.
“We would prefer you keep your sexual encounters with us, yes. But primarily for your safety as well as ours. We have not had sex with anyone outside of our pack since we bonded. We would be more than happy to provide any form of testing you’d like.”
Hudson looks to each of us then turns back to Mason again. “I like attention. A lot,” he admits, eyes flicking between us. “Will that end when I’m not in heat?”
My control slips; a low purr rumbles out before I can stop it. I can’t explain it, can’t explain why after twelve years of being solely attracted to my mates, this little omega has stirred something in my heart and groin.
I’ve met plenty of attractive and beautiful people through the years, but I haven’t been attracted to any of them, not enough to have to actually fight my own urges.
“We’ll shower you with as much attention and affection as you want and need,” Alex answers, winking at Hudson when he glances in his direction.
Now it’s Hudson’s turn to blush. His cheek color has to match mine at this point.
Mason is composed. Alex is playful.
I’m the quiet one, better in court than in flirting – and I can only hope Hudson doesn’t mind taking the lead when the time comes.