I tighten my arm around his throat a little more while still ensuring he can breathe, then drop my mouth to his shoulder. I clamp my teeth onto his shoulder but am careful to avoid breaking the skin.
It’s the only way to push that throbbing sensation away.
And apparently, it eases something inside Hudson because his cries of pleasure grow.
“I’m coming, alpha. Bite. Harder. Mark me. Bond me.” His words slur together.
He’s not in his right mind. Not coherent enough for consent.
But fuck me…I’m not doing a whole lot better.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Desmond says from somewhere behind me.
I’m sure we woke my mates up the moment we started fooling around, but they’ve been quiet up until now. Des must feel strongly about this is he’s actually cursing.
That’s twice now I’ve heard that word come out of his mouth since Hudson came into our lives.
A growl rumbles from my chest as I keep my mouth latched onto his shoulder, but I continue to refrain from breaking the skin.
On the last thrust, just as the tingles zip up and down my spine, I shove in hard, forcing my knot into his body.
His ass clenches around my dick and knot, strangling it nearly to the point of pain.
Exactly how I like it.
“Take my cum, omega. I’m going to fill you up and stay locked in you. Then I’m going to fill you again and again.”
Shit. Am I going into rut? I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so feral during sex, not even when I fully dominate Alex and treat him like my own personal fleshlight.
I’m high. Or drunk on pheromones.
That’s the only reasoning I can think of for why I latch my mouth onto his shoulder again, this time, biting until the sweet, coppery tang of Hudson’s blood fills my mouth.
CHAPTER 21
Hudson
Day four and I feel…good.
I’m draped over Mason’s chest as he runs his fingers through my hair. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t feel as though I’d been partying for a week straight.
I think my cycle has officially ended. Four days is a little short, but I’m sure it’s simply the fact my body got what it needed by alphas who truly took care of me.
There’s also the chance I got pregnant on the first try.
Nuzzling my face against his chest, I sigh when a warm, contented feeling spreads from my chest.
That warm, fuzzy feeling turns to panic. Except…I’m not panicking.
Mason tenses below me, his fingers stop running through my hair only to push it off my shoulder.
“Oh shit,” he breathes out.
I raise my head and frown down at him in confusion.
Wait…that sense of panic is still coursing through me, butI’mnot panicking.
Or at least Iwasn’t.
