CHAPTER 20
Mason
I’m so used to holding Des and Alex. Hudson feels small in my arms, though I swear our bodies line up perfectly.
My cock is lined upperfectlywith his ass.
His scent drew me in from the moment he climbed out of his little sedan last week. Now that his skin is layered in my mates’ scents and whatever he used in the shower, he smells like my new favorite dessert.
I want to devour him.
I’ve struggled to keep that darker, more carnal side of me at bay.
He might very well enjoy me railing him, fucking him into the padding, leaving pink handprints on his tight little ass.
Every single time I’ve entered him, I’ve felt as though my muscles were locked up with how hard I was holding back.
I smooth my hand down his flat stomach until I can wrap it around his thick, hard, silky shaft, giving it a tight squeeze.
He grunts and bucks back against me. I would have to release my hold on him to position my cock to his opening and I’m not sure I’m ready to stop teasing and toying with him quite yet.
There’s a part of me that wants to see how far I can push him, how much he can take.
Whether he can accept the hungrier, more dominant side of me.
But fuck…his perfume is making my knot swell, my cock thicken further, and my gums ache with the urge to bite.
Hudson isn’t mine. He said he has no desire to join a pack and made sure to let us know to keep our teeth to ourselves no matter what he says or how much he begs during his spikes.
Hormones. Pheromones. Biology.
It’s inmybiology to claim, rut, and breed.
At least I get to do two out of the three.
I begin to stroke him slowly base to tip. His tight little ass wiggles against me, wedging my dick tighter between his cheeks.
Fuck, I want to taste him.
I’m not sure whether I want him to straddle my face so I can run my tongue over his tight hole, suck on his balls before taking his dick deep in my throat, or if I want to pin him down so I can have full control of his body.
I begin to thrust against him, using the slick dripping from his hole as lube and sliding between his cheeks for the friction.
His skin has grown warm again, but not quite as feverish as during the first day. Is he nearing the end of his cycle already?
I was enjoying this time with him, enjoying railing my pack and my omega for hours on end.
Not to say I can’t continue fucking him even after he gets pregnant. That was part of our side of the bargain, that we wouldcontinue to shower him with attention and affection, and, in my book, that absolutely means making sureallhis needs are met.
When I stroke to the tip, precum coats my fingers. I need a taste.
Releasing his cock, I bring the hand to my mouth and lap up the warm sweetness before dropping it to wrap around his length again.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I mutter against the shell of his ear.
His moan is soft and breathy as he continues to rock against me like he’s both fucking my hand while seeking my knot.
“Climb up here and sit on my face. I want to taste more of you,” I say, my voice deep and the words close to a bark.
