Huh.
We pass through the gates, and the guard lifts his hand in a wave. Mason parks like he’s crash-landing a jet, and we rush toward the house.
The second the door opens, I’m hit by a wall of scent so powerful my knees nearly buckle. Hudson’s pheromones coat the air like syrup. Sweet plum and tonka bean.
Goddamn intoxicating.
I grit my teeth as my knot throbs.
“Fuck,” Mason snarls.
Des’s pupils are already blown wide.
Rutting instinct slams into me like a freight train as we race down the hall. Mason reaches the omega quarters first – of course he does – and the scent gets thicker, dizzying.
Moans filter through the air.
I strip without thinking. Pants and boxers – gone. Mason and Des are doing the same. For once, I don’t give a shit about how good they look naked.
I need to get to him.
We hit the open nest door at the same time, stepping into a space that’s absolutely wrecked from hours of nesting and self-pleasuring.
Hudson’s at the center, writhing on the padded floor like a dream. A silicone knot is buried in his ass, and he’s jerking himself off with a desperation that makes my instincts snap.
Mason’s on him instantly, brushing Hudson’s hand away to replace it with his mouth. The omega’s hips jerk up like he’s hardwired to Mason’s tongue.
“Alpha,” Hudson whispers, locking eyes with me. His pupils are huge, swallowing his whiskey-brown irises.
I lunge.
Mason shifts back, removing the toy and lifting Hudson just enough for me to slide under him. The omega reaches for my cock and positions himself without hesitation.
His slick is everywhere and as sweet as his scent.
The moment he sinks onto my cock, I almost black out. He’s tight, hot, and so fucking wet I feel like I'm drowning. Every instinct I have screamsmine.
I hold still for a breath. Then he starts to ride me.
It's nothing like being with my mates. It's heavier. Sharper. Biology and desire crashing into each other until there’s no room for thought.
“Knot,” he gasps, voice breaking. “Alpha. Knot. Please, bite.”
Fuck.
Hudson’s pleas rip something loose in my chest.
He drops against my chest, slick smearing between us. His hands tremble as he grips my shoulders, his body moving on autopilot. Grind, lift, drop.
My knot swells, stretching his opening until I see stars. I want to lose control. I want to throw him on his back and fuck him until neither of us can think straight.
But I have to remember.Nobiting.
He's lost to the heat, but I made a promise. No teeth. No mark.
Doesn’t stop the need. Doesn’t stop the fantasy of where I’d leave my mark…neck, shoulder.
Somewhere he’d feel it with every breath.
