Chapter 36
Desmond
This doesn’t feel right. I’m not saying it feels bad, but I feel as though I’m going to make love to Hudson then walk away.
He belongs at home. With me. With us.
With his pack.
I might not be aggressive. I might feel as though cursing is a sign of a weak mind and a limited vocabulary…but fuck Mason.
I haven’t even bitten Hudson, yet I know he’s mine. I’m pretty sure I’ve known it from the moment I laid eyes on him the first day he walked into our house.
That sensation only increased when his scent wrapped around me and caused my dick to stand at attention like the most potent aphrodisiac.
It’s stronger now and I assume it’s from the pregnancy hormones. Thing is, not only is it stronger, but I swear he carries hints of each of us, each of his alphas.
His alphas.
Our omega.
I’m not sure I can walk away from my mates, but I’m also not sure I can simply turn my back on Hudson.
He wants to stay here, stay in his apartment. It’s bad enough the only time we get with him is either snuggling him in his sleep or on the weekends. If he’s here…
How long before his sweet and warm scent fades from the house? How long before one of us starts to feel the pain of separation?
It’ll be Alex or Mason first. They’ve marked him. They opened the bond. While I can feel him, they have a front row seat to his every emotion.
It’ll be the bond between the three of them that will be severed. And from what I’ve read, it’ll be painful. At least to anyone who doesn’t want the dissolution of the bond.
Maybe it’s for the best I haven’t left my mark on his beautiful flesh. Because I would absolutely suffer from the loss of that connection to him.
I’m falling for him. I’m falling in love with him. Something I didn’t think was possible. I would have never believed my heart could possibly allow another human being to wiggle their way in, that I could possibly feel as strongly for another person as I do for Mason and Alex.
Yet here I am, struggling to keep the bond tightly shut down so Hudson won’t feel the sorrow clogging my throat and burning the backs of my eyes.
As long as I keep my eyes closed, maybe the tears will stay at bay. I don’t want this sweet omega to see how badly I’m hurting over his decision.
Because…how can I blame him? We made promises and broke them.
Maybe not all of them. We’ve kept the financial side of our agreement and helped him through his heat. But really, that was to breed him.
He’d asked that we still show him intimacy. He’d asked for touch. He’d asked for affection.
And we give him two days out of seven.
Instead of dwelling, I turn and walk him toward the bed, lowering him gently before pulling away and staring down into his beautiful face a few moments.
My heart hurts. Yet it’s beating so hard, so fast for this omega staring up at me with a mixture of want and pain in his pretty honey-colored eyes.
I want to wipe away that pain. Take it away. Hurt anything or anyone who put it there to begin with.
Except it’s me. Us. My pack. Me and my mates who caused that look to be there in the first place.
Instead of stripping, I slowly reach forward and tug his t-shirt over his head before lowering to claim his lips in a slow but deep kiss, my tongue massaging his.
He tastes so good. Every part of him tastes as sweet as he smells.
I take my time kissing a path from his mouth, across his jaw, to his throat where I spend time nuzzling him, nipping at the sensitive skin, and coating myself in his scent.
My lips and teeth graze over his collarbone, down his pecs where I nibble at a pebbled nipple before lowering further down his abs, my thumbs catching in the sides of his sweats.
His muscles twitch under my attention as the stubble that has grown throughout the day scrapes against his skin.
As I tug at his sweats, he raises his hips to allow the material to be pulled down his legs, then reaches for me, his fingers tangling in my hair as I continue to kiss and lick a path to his hard cock.
There’s a bead of precum at the tip that rolls onto his stomach. I need that. I need to taste every part of him I can.
After lapping it from his stomach and teasing the slit of his cock with my tongue, I move further down, fondling his sac as I tongue at his back entrance.
His grip in my hair grows tighter, pulling until there’s the slightest burn of my scalp. His moans are breathy and deep as I lap up the slick dripping from his ass.
His body is primed and ready to be bred, even if he’s already carrying a child.
Or maybe his body is simply primed and ready for me, for my tongue and fingers and cock.
My dick is so hard it’s moments from punching through the material of my slacks and my knot is throbbing to my heartbeat.
I will knot him before I leave. But not until I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from him possible. I want him to crave me when I leave. I want him to crave my touch.
Maybe then he’ll return home.
And it is his home. The sooner he accepts it, the sooner Mason accepts Hudson is our omega, the happier we’ll all be.
Plunging my tongue into his hole, I drink down his slick and savor his sounds of pleasure, using one hand to roll his balls while I reach up with the other and stroke his length.
More. I need more.
Raising further on my knees, I grip the base of his cock and circle my tongue around the head, teasing the slit and relishing the sweet precum. It’s not as strongly flavored as his slick, but I could still easily become addicted.
“Fuck. Desmond,” he says, using my full name instead of my nickname. “Alpha. Take me. Fuck me. Knot me, please,” he begs, his words slurred with lust as his lashes flutter until he locks eyes with me.
His pupils are like saucers and his chest rises and falls with deep breaths as I take him further into my mouth until the head hits the back of my throat.
I keep a slow pace, still fondling his balls before running my hand down until I can probe at his hole with one finger.
He’s so slick, so tight and warm. I swear it feels like his ass is trying to keep my finger inside him, as though his body is seeking a knot.
“Alpha,” he says on a long whine.
My alpha instincts snap into place.
Lunging to my feet, I rip my shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room before struggling with first my belt, then the button and zipper of my slacks.
Hudson sits up, his abs rolling under his skin as he helps me then pushes my pants down my thighs.
I don’t bother removing my shoes, don’t bother kicking my pants fully off. My omega needs me, and I’ll never deny him, not if I can help it.
Gripping my dick, I notch it against his opening, then lock eyes with him as I slowly push forward.
I’d meant to work him with my fingers more, loosen him a little more.
But his body feels as though it was made for me.
His inner muscles clamp down on me and I have to clench my teeth to keep from thrusting forward hard and fast. That’s not my style.
I like to take my time, savor every moment of pleasure.
Leaning forward, I rest my chest against his as I take his mouth in a deep, licking kiss while I keep slowly rotating my hips, making sure to hit every pleasure point inside him while swallowing down his moans.
His whimpers mix with those moans, and I can feel my instincts growing more aggressive, but I shove them back where they belong – locked tightly inside a mental box. I will never lose myself to rut, not with this beautiful specimen of the human race.
So many words are on the tip of my tongue as I kiss him, so many pleas for him to return, how I feel about him, how badly I want him to stay in our home not just during the pregnancy, but permanently.
I want him to proudly carry our marks and our pack’s name for the rest of his life.
I keep all those words, all those thoughts to myself. I can’t keep the bond shut down when I’m lost in Hudson’s body, so I’m sure he can feel it all through his link to my mates.
Let him. Let him feel how strongly I feel for him. Let my mates feel the connection between Hudson and me. Let them feel the love that has grown in the time since we all met.
When tingles begin to ripple up my spine and my balls pull up tight, I push up and grip his dick in one fist. No way will I get off before he does. I need to hear him cry out as those sweet pearly ribbons of cum paint his abs and chest.
“Knot. Alpha, please,” he says around a whine. More like a mixture of a moan and a whimper as though his body craves what only an alpha can give him.
What only I can give him.
Gently, I push forward, dropping my eyes to where our bodies meet and watch as he stretches around me. It is by far the most erotic and beautiful sight.
“More,” he says, his head tilted back as his hands scrabble and claw at the sheets, the duvet, anything he can reach.
Pulling back, I push forward with a punch of my hips, grunting as his body swallows my knot, locking us together.
I can’t hold back. I can’t hold my orgasm back as his ass squeezes my cock in these rhythmic pulses.
When I lift my eyes, I realize he’s spilling over my fist and coating his skin. That’s what’s causing those sensations.
And what sends me spiraling over the edge.
As jets shoot from the tip of my dick and paint his inner walls, three words fall from my lips as I fully lose myself to the pleasure.
“I love you.”