Chapter 31
Hudson
Alex’s fist is tight around my shaft. His dick is buried deep inside me.
Yet…it feels like something is wrong. Off.
My instincts are unsettled.
Oh, I’m enjoying every second of this. Trust me.
Doesn’t mean my biology isn’t begging for more. More of my alphas. More of my pack.
A whine bubbles up from my chest and I’m unable to stop it.
His grip loosens and he slows the pace of which he thrusts into me. “Is it too much? Am I hurting you?”
“No. Please don’t stop,” I say on a long whine.
More. I need more. More of what, though?
It would be nice if my body would simply tell me what it needs instead of putting me through the mental and emotional wringer like this.
And then it hits me.
“Bite. Alpha, please,” I cry out as he begins to stroke me faster and his hips begin to pump into me harder, his pelvis hitting me and filling the air with a mixture of flesh against flesh and the wet sound of my slick as it drips around his cock and soaks the bedding below me.
I wish we were in the nest. The room feels so open, so bright.
Where are my other alphas? Where is Mason? Where’s Desmond?
They don’t want you.
Stupid emotional rollercoaster. Stupid biology.
Stupid sense of rejection.
“Are you sure?” Alex asks softly, releasing my cock to lean forward until our chests touch even as he continues his pace with his hips.
“Bond me, alpha. Make me yours.” I swear the words are coming from my mouth, but my brain has completely shut down and allowed my omega instincts to fully take over. Just like when I’m in heat.
Is this what pregnancy hormones do? Is this how they affect omegas?
Not like I know anyone who’s gone through this. Any of my omega friends are either single or actively preventing pregnancy with their pack until they feel ready.
And here I am, accepting money and gifts to carry a baby while begging the second of the three to mark me for life.
No one else has brought up the dissolution of the bond. My heart refuses to accept anything less than that being a sign they want me permanently, that they’ve found the omega they weren’t aware they needed.
Just like I’ve found the pack I didn’t know I needed.
I didn’t want a pack. I didn’t want to be tied to alphas or even betas.
Yet I cannot picture my life without these three men.
Alex’s forearm wraps around the top of my head as though to keep me steady as his hips slam forward, thrusting his knot past the tight opening until we’re locked together.
I can feel every twitch and jerk of his dick as he paints my inner walls. The pleasure is amplified when he presses his lips to mine, swiping his tongue into my mouth before puncturing the fragile skin of my bottom lip, blowing the bond between us wide open.
The blooming warmth in my chest starts a ripple effect. My balls pull tight, cum spurts from my tip and coats both Alex and me, and a sense of awe, trepidation, fear, and love washes over me, rippling out from the bond somewhere deep inside my chest.
I’m unable to decipher which emotion is coming from who, only a sense of rightness.
I still wish all three of them were in here with me. My biology is still demanding Desmond leave his mark on me.
But for now, my omega feels as though I’ve been accepted.
I feel…whole.
You know those times when you’re sleeping but you can still hear things? Like when you fall asleep on the couch and the show playing suddenly comes alive in your dream?
That’s currently happening to me.
Except it’s not a TV show or movie. It’s a heated argument between three alphas, their pheromones creeping into my dream and pulling me awake as what feels like dominance pulses in the air.
It takes a few moments for my brain to catch up, but when it does, my heart feels as though cracks are forming.
“The doctor said the bond can’t be dissolved until after he gives birth, so you thought, what, now is a good time to play pack?” Mason whispers angrily.
The mattress shifts below me slightly and the warm weight that had been draped over my waist lifts.
Alex is moving away from me, rolling off the side of the bed.
I keep my eyes closed and do my best to pretend I’m still sleeping.
Maybe that’s a little creepy, but this is my life and my future they’re discussing.
And since they didn’t bother leaving the room to talk about how disappointed they are that a second alpha has bonded me, that can only mean they don’t care whether I wake up and hear them.
At least that’s how I rationalize keeping my eyes closed, my breaths even, and focus on every word spoken.
“Why do we have to dissolve it, though?” Alex whispers back.
They’ve moved further away from the bed. I can still hear them, but it’s obvious they’re no longer standing inches from where I lay.
“He doesn’t want a pack. We didn’t want an omega,” Mason says. They’re definitely moving further away.
Damn it. If they leave the room…well, I’ll just roll out of bed and follow. I’ll speak up, tell them exactly how I feel.
And hope I don’t end up hurting my own feelings.
“Didn’t. I think we can all agree that has changed.” Holy shit. That was Desmond. He and I haven’t really done anything sexual in a couple weeks, but he’s so affectionate during the hours we’re together, no matter how fleeting.
I can almost say without a doubt Alex is feeling this pull toward me that I’ve been feeling toward them.
Never have I been around an alpha or pack whose scents feel like…
home. That’s literally the only word I can think of when describing the way I’ve felt from the moment their pheromones entered my nose and embedded into every fiber of my being.
“We made him an offer. He was adamant about not wanting a pack. The deal was we help him with his heat, and he tries for a child for us. He’s pregnant. As long as he stays healthy and the baby is delivered safely, we will not demand he alter his entire life and standards for us,” Mason says.
Shit. They’re leaving my room. I don’t know if they plan to stop in my living quarters or leave this section of the house altogether.
But I want them to know I’ve changed my mind. Not because of their status, their wealth, or even their incredible looks.
Every cell in my body knows these alphas are mine. The thought of any other omega or beta being in their life turns my stomach and sends rage burning through my veins until a very uncharacteristic growl rumbles from my throat.
I mean, it’s more of a rattle, nowhere near the deep sound of an alpha, but it’s still there.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I tug on a pair of sweats laying on the ground, rolling the waistband when I realize they belong to Alex and are way too long on me, then shuffle from the room.
I’m not technically trying to keep my steps quiet, but I’m also not trying to sound like an approaching elephant.
As their voices grow clear again, I slow my approach.
“He’ll carry our child, we’ll give him the choice we already offered, then we’ll make an appointment to have the bond dissolved. End of fucking discussion,” Mason says.
My heart feels as though it has shattered into a million pieces.
He was the first to bite me, to bond me. Sure, I begged him for his bite when I was lost to my hindbrain, but I also warned them all to keep their teeth to themselves regardless of what I said.
Alex had zero qualms about marking me last night. He asked whether I was sure, then punctured my bottom lip with his canine and blew the bond between us wide open. He’d lapped at the wound, tending to it, and ensuring it wouldn’t become infected.
Then we made love again before dozing off.
What had felt as though it was the beginning of a life I never dreamed possible – nor could have ever imagined I would want – is quickly becoming nothing more than a business transaction.
Yes. I was aware of that when I agreed to this. I just thought they were beginning to feel as deeply for me as I was for them.
That sense of rejection I constantly battle slams into me so hard it takes my breath. The moment I feel a hint of their concern through the bond, I mentally slam the thing shut.
If they regret bonding me, they no longer get to be privy to my emotions. I’ll keep those to myself until the day the baby is born.
Until then, I have some major decisions to make as to whether I’ll be able to stomach being around three men my heart and soul have claimed or walk away from a human being who’ll carry half my DNA.