Chapter 29
Hudson
Asoft omega purr feels as though it’ll never stop trilling from my chest. Yes, I love all the new stuff, love that my alphas wanted to dote on me and spoil me.
It’s more than that, though. They kept touching me, leaving their scent on me, coating me with their pheromones.
I’m practically preening under all the attention.
I suppose I should at least go check out the new car, give it a test drive, make sure the mirrors and seats are the way I want them.
Except…Alex has been watching my every moment with so much hunger in his eyes I’m thankful I chose the omega specific boxers for our outing. Otherwise, my slacks would be soaked simply from the way he’s practically eye fucking me.
Almost everything has been put away, save the new items for the nest. I need those washed of any lingering scents before they go in the space dedicated solely for my comfort.
Now, I’m having a hard time pulling my own gaze from Alex’s as he leans against the doorframe, his crossed arms pulling his shirt taut across his chest and broad shoulders.
Seriously, though. I get that they’re all three alphas, but how can lawyers be so fucking ripped?
Not complaining. Trust me on that one. These men are so damn beautiful. So sexy. So…
I don’t think there are enough adjectives to describe how physically appealing they are, how delicious they smell, how well they play my body, and how hard my heart beats simply thinking about them.
My heart feels as though it’ll burst from my body as Alex pushes from the doorframe and stalks toward me. And that’s exactly how it feels, like a predator is stalking its prey.
There’s this part of me that wants to take off running to see if he’ll chase me, if he’ll tackle me to the ground, rip my clothes from my body, and fuck me until my throat is sore from moaning and screaming.
Thing is, we haven’t discussed all that. I have no idea whether these three are into that type of play. I’d given them my hard stops from the get-go, and that went all to hell. Hence the healing bonding mark on my shoulder.
We didn’t ask the doctor about dissolving the bond. Although Alex and Des did research and spoke with the doctor the day after Mason bit me; they were told to wait until we discovered whether or not I was carrying a child.
I can only assume that means it’s not safe until after I give birth.
None of them have brought it up since. I try not to hope it means what I want it to.
“Are you happy?” Alex asks as he moves closer, his steps so slow and measured.
I swear this alpha is a walking wet dream.
“Y-yes,” I force out through my closing throat. Damn it. I meant to sound all sexy and instead stammered like a virgin racked with nerves.
Once he’s within touching distance, he lifts a hand and threads his fingers through my hair, pushing it over my shoulder. Of course, he then takes the opportunity to run his touch over the bite mark slightly concealed by my cashmere sweater.
A shiver runs up my spine and my cock twitches behind my slacks as precum dampens the front of my boxers.
The moment my perfume explodes from me, Alex’s nostrils flare and his pupils blow wide. His alpha instincts to breed his omega are pushing to the forefront. Doesn’t even matter that I’m already pregnant; biology is fucking nuts sometimes.
Of the three, Alex is the only one who has done anything sexual with me outside my heat, and that hasn’t been since that first day when he lowered to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.
The memory of this big, gorgeous alpha on his knees for me, of the way his eyes locked with mine while he swallowed down every drop of my cum pulls a whine from deep within my chest. It’s a sound of need, and the answering growl lets me know I’m seconds away from getting what I’ve been craving for weeks.
“I could add a matching one over here,” Alex says, tugging the collar of my shirt on the opposite shoulder before lowering his mouth and feathering kisses along my flesh.
Goosebumps break out at the butterfly soft brushes of his lips. I’m so tempted to beg him to do just that, to sink his teeth into my shoulder, or even right over my Adam’s apple so the whole world will see I’m claimed.
Sure, there will be a change to my scent. And of course, in a few months my belly will be rounded with their child. But I want a visual representation of who I belong to.
I swear the moment I saw their picture on that ad, something deep inside my chest shifted. It was as though my heart and soul both sat up and paid attention, as though they recognized my future pack, my soul mates before I had a single opportunity to hear their voices or even catch their scents.
Don’t beg. Don’t beg him for the bite.
I can’t look desperate. We agreed to the terms from the beginning. They knew I wasn’t looking for a pack and they assured me they weren’t looking to add to theirs.
Doesn’t matter how badly it feels as though someone is squeezing my heart in their fists.
Oh, they’ll always care about me. After all, I’m giving them what they’ve dreamed of for so long. And they already promised I’ll never want for anything even long after the doctor places our child in their arms.
Not the same. For the first time since I presented, I want a pack of my own. And not just any pack – I want these alphas. I want to call them my own.
I want to be Omega Anders.
For now, I’ll take what he offers.
And it appears Alex is willing to please me in a way no one has before him. Never have I felt so boneless after my heat. Sure, there was soreness, but I didn’t feel as though I had a raging hangover and needed to recover for a week.
There had been no shame when they discussed their preferred roles in the bedroom. Alex getting on his knees made so much more sense after finding out he preferred to bottom. But, though my memories of my heat are hazy, there is no doubt he has no problem topping me.
I suppose that technically makes him a switch, too, at least when it comes to fucking his omega.
Honestly, I’m not even sure what I want more, his dick in my mouth or ass, or my dick inside him.
Both? I see no reason I can’t have both. We still have a few more hours before he’ll need to go to bed. You know, since my alphas have to return to work tomorrow.
They were trying to keep their voices down when we were shopping, but I overheard them periodically talking about some case they have coming up. They didn’t say as much, but it kind of sounded as though I’ll be spending a lot more time alone.
Time for me to call Ella, let her know she’s going to be kind of an aunt, and find out whether she has any extra time in her schedule to keep me company.
For now, I have Alex. Hopefully, once my perfume lifts onto the air and floats down the hall, once the other two feel the lust and want through the bond, they’ll join us.
I need my fill. I need to get as much touch as possible to hold me over until we’re able to spend more time together, more than the pack simply crawling into bed with me after I’ve gone to sleep. Or even the short weekends we have together. Two days simply isn’t enough.
My emotions feel as though they’re all over the place, so much like when I’m in preheat.
Pregnancy hormones. Has to be it. That and the fact I’m bonded to a pack who doesn’t intend to keep the bond intact after our child has been brought into the world.
Don’t care. At least not right now. I don’t care what’s causing my heart to feel as though it’s swelling and breaking at the same time.
Why don’t I care? Because Alex is currently popping the buttons through the holes on his button up, slowly revealing the cuts of his pecs, down to his abs, until that dark line of hair is practically a beacon to what I so desperately want.
My patience flies out the window when his hands slowly untuck his shirt then reach for his belt. I’ll have to stay up on my knees to reach him, but that’s nothing new for me.
Dropping to the ground, I swat his hands away and pull the belt free before popping the button free on his slacks then rip his zipper down a little harder than necessary.
If I’m being rough, Alex doesn’t voice a single complaint.
His thick cock springs free the moment his zipper is down and the tip glistens with precum. A satisfied humming purr rattles from my chest as I dart my tongue out and savor the smoky sweetness exploding on my tongue.
My eyes roll up to see Alex watching me, his pupils eating up the hazel color of his irises.
Slowly, I open my mouth wider until I can take more of him into my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair, holding it away from my face, and it sure as hell looks as though he’s fighting the urge to thrust his hips and fuck my face.
I’m not against that idea, but not yet. I want to savor the taste of his skin, the smokiness of each drop of precum leaking from his slit, the way his abs tighten each time I move further down, and the way his pheromones feel like both an aphrodisiac and the most expensive and potent wine.
Pulling my mouth from him, I reach up and hook my fingers in the sides of his slacks, pulling them down until they pool around his ankles and expose his knot and sac. I want to feel and taste all of him.
But I’ll start with sucking him deep into my throat.