He’s rocking against me, trying to draw me into him deeper, faster, harder.
He’ll have to wait for Mason or for Alex to take him again. I’m a delayed gratification kind of person and love to take my time savoring every single moment, every sensation.
That sure as hell goes double for the way it feels as though his hole is clenching down on me. More than that, it feels as though he’s drawing me forward, as though his body is instinctively seeking my knot.
I know that will give him relief. I know coating his inner walls with my cum will soothe the pains in his abdomen and the fever heating his body and making his skin feel as though it’s too tight for his beautifully toned body.
And of course, I’ll give him both.
For a few minutes, though, I want to just…feel.
I pump my hips slowly, going deep, only stopping when the base of my knot nudges his opening before pulling back again, almost all the way to the tip.
I’ve come already. Yet my balls are drawing up and tingles have started at the base of my spine.
I don’t think I’ve ever finished so quickly. I’ve also never had my dick strangled by the slicked ass of a beautiful and fertile omega, either.
“Knot, alpha. Please,” Hudson says on a long whine, stirring my alpha instincts to protect, to rut, to breed.
Gripping his hips a little too roughly, I push forward, my chin lowered, watching in awe as his hole swallows my knot.
An explosion ripples through me. That’s literally the only way I can describe the fire licking at my nerve endings starting at my knot and radiating to my fingers and toes.
Throwing my head back, I can’t hold back the deep, guttural moan that sounds and feels a hell of a lot like a growl.
How have I gone my entire life without this feeling?
And how the hell are we supposed to return to our regular life without feeling this again?
Hudson is writhing against me as I rut into him in short thrusts, my dick jerking with every spurt of cum.
He moans, then sighs, collapsing on top of Alex, forcing me to fall forward, nearly landing on top of him to keep from hurting him when he accidentally pulls from my knot too soon.
His skin is smooth and slippery with sweat, but his temperature seems to be dropping. My dick no longer feels as though it’s being scalded, though it does feel like it’s being strangled in the best possible way.
Two. That’s two of us who’ve finished inside of him. As the high begins to wear off and my knot deflates enough to pull from Hudson so he can get some rest, I’m tempted to pump my fingers inside him to ensure my cum stays deep inside until he’s fully and properly bred.
CHAPTER 19
Hudson
My eyes feel as though they’ve been glued shut. It takes me a few tries and quite a bit of rubbing to get my lids to finally lift.
The room is dimly lit by one of those Edison bulbs hanging from a fixture in the corner.
Not right. It’s not right.
A whimper swells in my throat but I swallow it back. The alphas are asleep. The small room smells heavily of wood ash, peppermint and whipped cream, and chocolate hazelnut, along with my own heightened and heady perfume.
It also smells like sweat and sex.
I’ve been with alphas, but I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so amazing after only the third day of my cycle. This pack soothes the worst aches and calms my impulses.
It’s that stupid light that’s bothering me now.
It’s probably because I didn’t wake to a heat spike wrecking my abdomen. I’m actually hungry. That’s something that never happens. Food doesn’t even register until my heat hits that downward curve toward the end.
Did the alphas notice how many pieces of their clothing I worked into the nest?
