Desmond has moved ahead, making his way toward the registers, completely oblivious to the little moment we’re having back here.
Mason takes a step closer, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Hudson’s forehead, lingering there a moment before straightening to his full height again.
“Your choice. What are you in the mood for? Any cravings?”
There’s a flare of heat, affection, confusion, and…sadness in the bond. I frown down at Hudson, confused about the last emotion, but there’s a soft smile on his face.
“Isn’t it early for cravings?”
“They can start as early as the first few weeks,” Desmond says. He’s stopped and is leaning against his cart and waits for us to catch up.
“No. No cravings. But a greasy burger sounds good.”
“Hm. Is that healthy?” Mason says, a slight frown pulling his brows together.
“If my omega wants a burger, he’s getting a burger,” I say, pulling Hudson tighter to my side.
His head tilts back and he stares up at me with wide eyes and his lips parted in surprise.
Have I ever called him mine outside of his heat? Surely during his cycle, my alpha instincts would have taken shotgun and my mouth would have spewed all kinds of crazy shit.
Doesn’t matter. I meant every word. And I mean them now.
If he’s expecting me to take them back, he’ll be waiting a while. Obviously, any part of his life with us in the future is completely up to him, but since deciding exactly what I want, I’m going to do everything I can to convince him to stay.
Even if that takes some subliminal messaging and shit. Not that I believe in all that, but it can’t hurt.
That shocked expression slowly bleeds into an almost shy smile, and I can feel an explosion of joy and surprise through the bond.
With him looking up at me with those pretty honey brown eyes and those pillowy lips…I can’t help myself. And I don’t give a damn that we’re in public.
I dip my head and press my lips to his, savoring in the softness and inhaling deep when perfume bursts from him in a cloud of warmth and sweetness.
Touching my tongue to the seam of his lips, I release a soft purr when he opens for me.
The kiss is short, nearly chaste, but my heart feels as though it’ll burst from my chest.
Arousal. Love. Affection. Desperation.
So many emotions coming from so many directions and I absorb them all.
Problem with this short, somewhat chaste kiss is my dick is now hard and not positioned in the greatest direction behind my jeans. Taking a quick glance around, I reach down and adjust my shaft so it doesn’t feel as though all the blood flow has been cut off.
The smile Hudson gives me after watching is both knowing and full of heat.
Would it be bad to fuck him in the back of the SUV?
Eh. Probably won’t be enough room after a day full of shopping.
Besides, Mason already promised him lunch. I’ll simply carry him up to bed when we get home and kiss and lick every inch of his body before fucking him into the mattress.
Ooh. What are the chances I can talk Mason and Des into joining? There’s been very little action with the omega since his heat passed. What better way to bond and allow Hudson to soak up our pheromones than feeding him our cum…in whatever form that comes whether his mouth or ass?
Shopping done.Lunch eaten. New car delivered.
Now? Now it’s time to smother my omega in affection.
I.e. It’s time to make my omega come.
