My hand is extended within a few feet of him, and I inhale deeply, trying to catch his scent on the wind.
The moment our hands touch and the breeze dies down, it’s as if the world stops turning and time has frozen in place. Littleshocks work from his fingers up my arm, my heart begins to thunder, and his pupils blow wide as his nostrils flare.
The petite omega smells of warm tonka bean. There had been no picture with his ad, but he described himself to me over the phone – and underplayed his absolute beauty.
He’s around five foot four or five. His body is toned, his dark hair hangs around his shoulders, and his brown eyes are closer to a honey color with the sun shining in them.
And fuck…his lips are so full and pillowy and a fantasy of them wrapped around my cock flashes through my mind before I push it away.
He is…son of a bitch, this omega is absolute physical perfection.
I have a moment where I realize I’m standing here simply staring at him. But hey, he’s doing the same, his honey-colored eyes running over me from head to toe.
If he likes what he sees now, I can’t wait for him to get a look at my packmates. And I’m not biased – Des and Alex get checked out and hit on everywhere we go.
Since it’s super uncommon for three alphas to be bonded packmates without a beta or omega in the mix, most people tend to bat their lashes or put a little more sway in their hips around us.
Twelve years together, and not once have we strayed.
That’s technically what we’re doing now. Or hoping to do. But it’s the only way the three of us can grow our family. Even the adoption agencies we contacted acted as though we were some outcasts because there isn’t someone of the less aggressive designation in our pack.
Seriously. That’s the most common statement we hear. None of the three of us are remotely aggressive.
Protective of each other, our family, and our friends? Abso-fucking-lutely.
But who isn’t?
Swallowing hard, I reluctantly pull my hand from his. “I’m Mason. I’m so happy you agreed to at least meet us and hear us out. I promise we’ll answer any and every question you have. Nothing is off limits.”
“Good to know,” he says with the sexiest quirk of his lips.
Of the three of us, I tend to be the more…strait laced alpha, I guess you can say. I was raised by nannies and boarding schools while my packmates were raised in loud, raucous packs surrounded by several siblings each. I had two fathers and one mother where Des grew up with six fathers and his mom and Alex had five fathers and two mothers.
I don’t think I could have handled having two mothers like mine.
Although, if I’d been raised by parents like either of my packmate’s, I might have a different opinion.
I want to give any children we have the same kind of upbringing my mates had. I want them to grow up in a house full of love and laughter. I want them to see affection is normal and not every family needs to fall into a specific mold.
Offering my elbow, I smile down at Hudson when he slips his hand through the crook of my elbow and lets me escort him up the stairs and into the house where Desmond and Alex are damn near bouncing on their toes as they wait not so patiently.
When they both rush forward with their hands outstretched, a growl builds in my chest. I swallow it down before it escapes when a burst of perfume fills the space around us.
That’s when I catch it – beneath the tonka bean is a note of sweet plum. He perfumed for my mates.
Great sign.
I bet he’s as sweet and juicy as his scent.
“I’m Desmond, but everyone calls me Des. You can literally call me anything you want.”
Alex snorts and elbows Des playfully. “I’m sure he’ll pass out if you call him Big Daddy.” He steps forward and offers his hand next. “I’m Alex. Everyone calls me Alex.”
Hudson chuckles softly, the smile bringing out twin dimples in his cheeks.
For a heartbeat, the three of us just stare at him. I’m pretty sure we all have the same matching hearts in our eyes at this moment. And not simply because we found the very first person to entertain the possibility of carrying a child for us.
No. This omega is so beautiful, petite yet not fragile, male but not so masculine that my inner alpha feels challenged. That’s one of those super fun quirks my fathers instilled in me.
