Page 12 of Omega for Now


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If I’d bet on Alex winning him over this fast, I’d have lost big.ThoughI’m pretty sure Alex could suck a man’s soul through the tip of his cock.

Beside the lust now coming from both Alex and Mason is something…darker. I don’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips. I know what’s coming the moment Hudson leaves this house.

Mason’s the picture of control, but I see the dark gleam in his eyes. He’ll punish Alex later for making us watch instead of join.

He more than likely didn’t even think about the fact we would have a front row seat to their little intimate moment, but there isn’t a chance in hell I would pass up watching his head bobbing up and down Hudson’s length.

Fuck, even the omega’s dick is perfect. Straight and long, with the perfectly flared head. I would give my left pinky to see his ass, to have him bent over and aiming his hole toward the camera.

For the first time in twelve years, someone outside our pack has my full attention.

I’m smitten.

I roll my eyes at my own thoughts. Smitten is far too mild for the near obsession I’ve developed since the moment he walked through our door and I caught a whiff of his warm tonka bean scent.

I’d been afraid he would have a cloyingly sweet or floral scent like so many omegas we’ve known through the years. But his is soft and sensual, just like his face, his lips, his body.

Hudson feels made for us, soft without being fragile, strong without sharp edges.

“Oh fuck,” he says, the sound filling the living room in stereo as it comes from Mason’s phone the same time. “I’m going to come down your throat.”

“Fuck me,” Mason mutters, reaching down to squeeze his knot as we both watch Hudson’s hands hold Alex’s head against his groin before throwing his head back and moaning loud and long.

The camera isn’t close enough for full details, but I can picture the way Alex’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows each jet of Hudson’s release down.

We’ve read everything we possibly can about omegas, did as much research as possible to ensure anyone who agreed to our offer would be spoiled rotten.

Which, of course, means we’re all fully aware that omegas tend to come a lot.

When one of Hudson’s hands leaves Alex’s hair and his thumb swipes under Alex’s full bottom lip, I know he’s cleaning away some of what Alex couldn’t swallow fast enough. If I were up there, I could lick it away so it wouldn’t be wasted.

That is if I could keep myself from wrapping my mouth around Alex’s cock or bending him over to fuck him while he sucked off our omega.

Ouromega. He isn’t ours yet.

Actually, he won’t technically be ours. The whole thing will be temporary.

Doesn’t mean I don’t want to at least discuss…more.

“We’re supposed to be charming him into carrying our child, not seducing him,” Mason growls. He can pretend all he wants, but his voice is deep and guttural. My mate is turned on.

“If anyone can seduce someone into agreeing to this arrangement, it’s Alex,” I say, not bothering to hide the way I reach down and adjust my hard length. It feels like it’s being strangled by my freaking slacks.

Good thing I hadn’t donned jeans for this meeting.

“And what if Hudson thinks we’re simply after…” He trails off.

“Wearesimply after his body,” I point out because I know exactly what he planned to say. “We’re asking him to uproot his life and carry a child for us. Which will take a lot of fucking, at least during his cycles. What would you call that?”

“You know what I meant,” he growls. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t stopped being all growly since we first detected Alex’s lust through the bond.

“He said we can court him,” I mention as I watch Alex help Hudson straighten his clothes. “You think he’ll agree to stay here while we court him?”

Mason turns off his phone and tosses it onto the coffee table. Whatever happens next…well, I’m not sure either of us want to see if we want to remain gentlemen.

“I don’t know. We have to be patient. I’m sure he’ll have a lot more questions for us. And we promised to be open and honest with him.”

Mason rubs his temples with both hands as though a headache is growing. It’s his biggest tell; my mate is stressed. He’s worried this will turn out like every other omega we offered this deal to.