Chapter 8
Mason
After Hudson drives away, Des stares after him while Alex wears that infuriating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s done by turning on every damn camera so we’d watch him with Hudson.
He was goading me.
He’d come so close to telling Hudson about my habit of losing myself to my baser needs.
Alphas aren’t built to breed each other, and he knows it. This game is about control, not release.
I stalk forward. Alex backs away, smirking, tempting me to chase. He knows the second he runs, instinct will take over.
He’ll end up with torn clothes and impaled on my cock as I fuck him into the ground. Or the floor. Or wherever the hell I end up catching him.
“Playing with fire, mate,” I growl.
“Ah, but it’s so much fun to get burned.”
The door shuts behind me, but I keep my focus on Alex, damn near mentally willing him to take off at this point. I need to blow off a little steam before Hudson returns.
I still can’t believe Alex nearly fucked it all up. Not that I would ever hurt the small omega. In fact, I’ll have to do everything in my power to keep my natural instincts at bay and treat him like the treasure he is.
And the gift he could become.
“I’m curious, baby. Are you mad because I fooled around with someone else, or jealous I got to taste the omega first?”
“Well, shit,” Des mutters from somewhere behind me.
A feral smile stretches across my face a split second before Alex turns on his heel and sprints through the house, aiming for the stairs. He’ll be lucky if he gets through one of the doors before I catch him.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. I know exactly what he’s doing.
My mate is giving my alpha the outlet it needs to keep from ruining things with Hudson.
Not saying the gorgeous omega will be against rough play, but I’m so keyed up with the pheromones still permeating the air as well as the memories of the way Alex looked on his knees swallowing Hudson’s cock, I could truly end up losing myself to rut.
I would rather be abstinent the duration of Hudson’s stay with us than ruin any chance of being a father.
Alex nearly makes it to the door before I catch him. We hit the floor in a tangle, my arm around his chest, the other protecting his head as we roll.
I want to fuck him and purge this energy, not hurt one of the loves of my life.
I’d love to say we’ve never injured each other during one of our times together, but that would make me a big fat liar. Alex and I have both endured our share of bruises and even a few cuts and scrapes.
I’m only like this with him. My sweet Des is exactly that – sweet. He’s gentle and loving and so fucking passionate. The three of us are a complete package if I do say so myself.
We roll across the floor, my arm still locking Alex to me as he fights for the upper hand when we both know he prefers when I top. It’s part of the game; his fight simply makes me harder and sends my impulses to dominate into overdrive.
He throws an elbow back as he struggles to get out from under me, but only grazes my ribs.
A growl rips from my chest, rumbling against him in warning. Not that he’ll stop. At least I hope he doesn’t.
I need this. I need to get this out of my system before Hudson returns. I need him to see me as the professional, calm, and cool pack lead I show to the rest of the world.
Alex is in jeans, but that means fuck all to me. If I have to, I’ll rip them to shreds to get to him.
Shifting one of my arms so it’s around his throat, I lean forward and clamp my jaw around the back of his neck, earning a deep, throaty moan from him.
We marked and bonded each other the moment we fell in love. There had been no denying how deeply we felt for each other from nearly the first few weeks.
But right now, I’m using my teeth to immobilize my mate. Fuck, it’s so animalistic and sends even more blood rushing to my groin.
He instantly goes slack under me, submitting to me and lifting his hips to give me access to undo his pants so I can pull them down his legs where I toss them to the side.
As I push to my feet and grab lube from his nightstand, Alex ditches his shirt, leaving his beautiful body on full display for me.
Even as I release myself, pour a good dollop into my hand and stroke myself, I can’t refrain from ogling the curve of his firm ass, his trim waist, or the way his back muscles flex and roll under his skin.
I can’t even say I’m biased – people of every designation constantly check out my mates, bat their lashes, and try to get our interest in hopes of being merged into our pack.
Yet no one has grabbed my attention or made me even consider walking away from these gorgeous men.
Until today.
Not that I have even the slightest desire to walk away from Des and Alex. But Hudson more than grabbed my attention – he’s caused all my alpha instincts to flare. I want to protect him, to cherish him, dote on him and provide for him.
As I lower to my knees, resting them on either side of Alex’s thighs to keep him from moving, a feral grin stretches across my face when he resumes his struggles. I know damn well he’ll forget all about the fight once we’re making love.
But this part of our little game is addictive.
Throwing my weight forward, I pin him with my chest to his back, reach between us, and position my cock between his ass cheeks.
He continues to pretend to struggle, but all that does is sink my cock further until it’s nudging against his hole.
The moment I roll my hips and push the flared head of my cock past his tight ring of muscles, he’s putty in my hands. That deep groan fills the air again, mixing with my own.
I enter him fully with one hard thrust of my hips. With Des, I take it slowly. I play with him, tease him, kiss him from head to toe before making love to him.
But that’s not what Alex wants.
And not what I often need.
Even after all these years, my mate feels incredible wrapped around me as I slowly but deeply pump into him.
Will Hudson feel different? Will he be this tight and warm?
Will he be this responsive to my touch?
I’d seen him with Alex and know the omega is at least attracted to us. But attraction and cohabitating while trying to start a family are on completely opposite sides of the romance spectrum.
My forearms land on either side of Alex’s head. His face is turned to the side, so I nuzzle my cheek against his before pulling his earlobe into my mouth and nipping it with my teeth.
I know he wishes he could reach down and stroke his own cock, but I have no intention of stopping until I’ve hit that magic spot deep inside him, the spot that makes him cry out, the spot that will make his dick jerk and cum to cover the floor and his abs since his length is trapped beneath him.
“I love you,” I whisper in his ear a second before slapping my hips against his ass.
The sound that leaves his lips sends tingles up my spine and causes my balls to pull tight as my knot throbs.
Within a week or so, each of us will knot someone for the first time. That thought alone nearly sends me tumbling over the edge.
But my mate hasn’t come yet. I could force him onto his back and swallow his length, suck him off then finish.
Yet I’ve always loved the sensation of coming inside him the same time he gets off. I love the way his ass clenches around my cock as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.
“I love you. Fuck, I love you,” he begins to chant as his breath comes in pants.
Oh yeah, my beautiful mate is close.
Lifting, I grip his hips and pull him with me as I position myself on my knees so I can get deeper while having access to his cock, his sac, even his knot.
“You want me to jerk you off while I fuck you, or do you want to make yourself come?” I ask, not slowing my rhythm.
“You focus on fucking me,” he grunts as he holds his weight on one hand and reaches down with his other. I can’t fully see, but I can see his arm moving rapidly.
“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming,” he says with a grunt.
“I’m right there, baby. I’m going to fill you so full.” A flash of guilt hits me when I think about how Hudson will sound when he orgasms, how he’ll feel wrapped around me as I fill his ass with my cum.
And hopefully fill his body with my baby.
The orgasm ripples through me with so much strength I can barely breathe, only able to mutter nonsensical sounds as my dick twitches with jet after jet.
When it’s over, I clean us both, the old routine grounding me. I’d never risk Hudson walking into this aftermath.
At least not until we learn whether he’s more like Des or like me and Alex.
Maybe he’s a mixture of the three.
I have to stop comparing them. Hudson isn’t a replacement – he’s a choice we’ll have to earn.
“You okay?” I ask Alex as I help him back into his clothes.
“Perfect,” Alex breathes, smirking. “Figured you needed to burn off the tension.”
I huff a sound. He’s right. They would have both felt my unrest through the bond. I’ll need to keep the bond steady when Hudson comes back.
Tomorrow, Hudson will be back under our roof. When he looks at me, I need him to see me in control, not the alpha who nearly lost it the second he walked away.