He rides me harder, chasing what his body needs. I grab his hips and thrust up shallowly, letting him take exactly what he wants.
I’m right there with him. Almost gone. Almost feral.
This isn’t love. Not yet. But god, I respect him. I admire him. I need to take care of him, more than merely through his heat.
And I can’t let myself fuck that up. Even if I’m one thrust away from losing my humanity in this nest.
Keep. It. Together.
Because I don’t just want to fuck him.
I want to claim him.
CHAPTER 18
Desmond
I’m sitting on the floor with my back against a pile of pillows as Alex thrusts up while Hudson slams himself down.
The sight of Hudson’s body taking Alex’s knot sends those first ripples of release through my body, up my spine, to spill from the tip of my cock as I stroke myself to the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My hand is coated with cum, dripping onto the cushion below me. It’s only the first hour, and already I know we’ll need to call in a cleaning service to have this room professionally cleaned so it’ll be comfortable for Hudson to use when he needs the comfort of the tight, cozy space.
I can’t hold back the grunt from my release, but no one pays me any attention. And no, that doesn’t bother me in the least. My full attention is on the omega, as well, on the way his body stretches to accommodate an alpha’s knot.
My heart begins to race as the telltale signs of Alex’s own orgasm fills the air, his breathing coming in deep pants as he ruts into Hudson in short, forced thrusts.
When he moans long and deep, there’s this part of me that wonders – and hopes – this is the moment our dreams come true.
Yes, I’m aware it’s a long shot. Doesn’t mean I can’t pray for the best-case scenario.
As though Alex’s has cum soothed something deep inside him, Hudson relaxes against Alex’s chest, his cheek nuzzling and rubbing against my mate’s sweaty chest as though covering himself in the alpha’s pheromones.
I might have already found my release once, but my dick is already stirring, and my knot feels as though it’s pulsing along to my heartbeat.
Mount. Rut. Breed.
Bite.
No. Damn it. This omega in heat is making me feel feral. That’s how I feel as I push onto my knees and crawl closer.
I lean forward and run my tongue from Alex’s balls, over the base of his knot, to where he’s locked inside Hudson.
The omega whimpers and writhes, like he’s trying to push back against my tongue.
The combination of Alex’s cum and Hudson’s slick explodes on my tongue like the most delicious dessert. I feel like a starved man at a buffet, and I want to gorge myself.
I’m pretty sure I could lap at Hudson for hours.
Well, if it weren’t for the fact my dick is currently weeping at the tip and my knot is fully engorged.
I suppose I could always rub another one out, but why would I do that when I have Mason, Alex, and a beautiful and ripe omega within reach.
A hand smooths down my spine and I don’t have to look to know it’s Mason.
“Let him rest,” Mason says softly.
Something about his words sets Hudson off.
