Chapter 20
Mason
I’m so used to holding Des and Alex. Hudson feels small in my arms, though I swear our bodies line up perfectly.
My cock is lined up perfectly with his ass.
His scent drew me in from the moment he climbed out of his little sedan last week. Now that his skin is layered in my mates’ scents and whatever he used in the shower, he smells like my new favorite dessert.
I want to devour him.
I’ve struggled to keep that darker, more carnal side of me at bay.
He might very well enjoy me railing him, fucking him into the padding, leaving pink handprints on his tight little ass.
Every single time I’ve entered him, I’ve felt as though my muscles were locked up with how hard I was holding back.
I smooth my hand down his flat stomach until I can wrap it around his thick, hard, silky shaft, giving it a tight squeeze.
He grunts and bucks back against me. I would have to release my hold on him to position my cock to his opening and I’m not sure I’m ready to stop teasing and toying with him quite yet.
There’s a part of me that wants to see how far I can push him, how much he can take.
Whether he can accept the hungrier, more dominant side of me.
But fuck…his perfume is making my knot swell, my cock thicken further, and my gums ache with the urge to bite.
Hudson isn’t mine. He said he has no desire to join a pack and made sure to let us know to keep our teeth to ourselves no matter what he says or how much he begs during his spikes.
Hormones. Pheromones. Biology.
It’s in my biology to claim, rut, and breed.
At least I get to do two out of the three.
I begin to stroke him slowly base to tip. His tight little ass wiggles against me, wedging my dick tighter between his cheeks.
Fuck, I want to taste him.
I’m not sure whether I want him to straddle my face so I can run my tongue over his tight hole, suck on his balls before taking his dick deep in my throat, or if I want to pin him down so I can have full control of his body.
I begin to thrust against him, using the slick dripping from his hole as lube and sliding between his cheeks for the friction.
His skin has grown warm again, but not quite as feverish as during the first day. Is he nearing the end of his cycle already?
I was enjoying this time with him, enjoying railing my pack and my omega for hours on end.
Not to say I can’t continue fucking him even after he gets pregnant. That was part of our side of the bargain, that we would continue to shower him with attention and affection, and, in my book, that absolutely means making sure all his needs are met.
When I stroke to the tip, precum coats my fingers. I need a taste.
Releasing his cock, I bring the hand to my mouth and lap up the warm sweetness before dropping it to wrap around his length again.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I mutter against the shell of his ear.
His moan is soft and breathy as he continues to rock against me like he’s both fucking my hand while seeking my knot.
“Climb up here and sit on my face. I want to taste more of you,” I say, my voice deep and the words close to a bark.
He stiffens, but quickly scrambles onto his hands and knees, throwing a leg over my shoulders as I roll onto my back.
I give him a smirk as he leans as though to feed me his cock, but I have other plans first.
He’s so light that it takes little to no effort to position him until his hole is directly over my mouth.
My tongue darts out, tasting the mixture of my pack’s cum leaking from him as well as his slick. I drink it down while thrusting my tongue deep into his hole, gripping his hips and reaching around with one hand to stroke his cock again.
The moment my fingers grip him, I’m rewarded with a fresh wave of slick.
He’s moaning louder now, his hips swiveling and gyrating as he fucks my tongue.
My dick is aching, and my knot pulses. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. The longer I go without thrusting deep inside him or getting off, the darker the monster inside me grows.
Grabbing him around the waist, I lift him and turn him, then push his lower back. “Put my cock in your mouth,” I bark at him.
His needy sound does nothing but make precum leak from the tip of my dick.
I lift his hips so I can reach his dick and balls, dragging my tongue over him before swallowing his cock until the flared head hits the back of my throat.
He’s moaning now, his hips rocking as he fucks my throat while bobbing his head on my length, one hand fondling my sac while the other squeezes my knot.
I drive deeper into his mouth as I slip first one finger then another into his hole, fucking him with my fingers while I continue to suck his cock, swallowing each time he hits the back of my throat.
I might not have much of a gag reflex, but the little omega does. The sounds leaving him have my balls pulling up tight.
Oh, hell no. Not yet. I want him filled with cum. I want it rolling down his thighs for days.
I won’t waste a single drop.
He gasps when I lift him off my cock before dropping him onto his stomach and straddling his hips, trapping him below me.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue along the outer shell of his ear before nipping the lobe lightly, then say, “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep.
I’m going to pull every orgasm from your hot little body I possibly can.
Then I’m going to stretch this little ass,” I say as I squeeze a handful of one of his cheeks, “around my knot and cum deep inside of you.”
He moans and rocks his hips against the padding below him.
“If it’s too much, say something. Otherwise, I’m going to use your body. I’m going to give it what it wants. I’m going to take what I want.”
I spread his cheeks and take in the sight of his slick, ready hole.
“Your ass is weeping for me. Your alphas’ cum is leaking from you. I’m going to fuck it back inside you, then lock my knot so deep you’ll feel me in every cell of your body.”
“Yes, alpha. Fuck me. Knot me. Bite. Please, bite.”
I clench my jaw at his pleading.
Doesn’t mean my alpha instincts aren’t screaming that I do exactly as he’s begging.
I position my cock to his entrance and slam in hard and fast, not bothering to give his body time to adjust.
My hips slap against his ass, the sound mixing with the squelching of my dick sliding through cum and slick and making my need rise and rise until I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of this. Enough of fucking an omega.
No. Enough of fucking Hudson.
He’s wailing, his cries loud as I pound into him, dropping my chest to his back and wrapping my forearm around his throat, applying light pressure but not cutting off his air flow.
“Tell me you want more. Tell your alpha you like being fucked hard. Tell me you love my dick in your ass,” I growl as I continue to piston into him.
“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. More. Please more, alpha.”
I tighten my arm around his throat a little more while still ensuring he can breathe, then drop my mouth to his shoulder. I clamp my teeth onto his shoulder but am careful to avoid breaking the skin.
It’s the only way to push that throbbing sensation away.
And apparently, it eases something inside Hudson because his cries of pleasure grow.
“I’m coming, alpha. Bite. Harder. Mark me. Bond me.” His words slur together.
He’s not in his right mind. Not coherent enough for consent.
But fuck me…I’m not doing a whole lot better.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Desmond says from somewhere behind me.
I’m sure we woke my mates up the moment we started fooling around, but they’ve been quiet up until now. Des must feel strongly about this is he’s actually cursing.
That’s twice now I’ve heard that word come out of his mouth since Hudson came into our lives.
A growl rumbles from my chest as I keep my mouth latched onto his shoulder, but I continue to refrain from breaking the skin.
On the last thrust, just as the tingles zip up and down my spine, I shove in hard, forcing my knot into his body.
His ass clenches around my dick and knot, strangling it nearly to the point of pain.
Exactly how I like it.
“Take my cum, omega. I’m going to fill you up and stay locked in you. Then I’m going to fill you again and again.”
Shit. Am I going into rut? I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so feral during sex, not even when I fully dominate Alex and treat him like my own personal fleshlight.
I’m high. Or drunk on pheromones.
That’s the only reasoning I can think of for why I latch my mouth onto his shoulder again, this time, biting until the sweet, coppery tang of Hudson’s blood fills my mouth.