Time for me to call Ella, let her know she’s going to be kind of an aunt, and find out whether she has any extra time in her schedule to keep me company.
For now, I have Alex. Hopefully, once my perfume lifts onto the air and floats down the hall, once the other two feel the lust and want through the bond, they’ll join us.
I need my fill. I need to get as much touch as possible to hold me over until we’re able to spend more time together, more than the pack simply crawling into bed with me after I’ve gone to sleep. Or even the short weekends we have together. Two days simply isn’t enough.
My emotions feel as though they’re all over the place, so much like when I’m in preheat.
Pregnancy hormones. Has to be it. That and the fact I’m bonded to a pack who doesn’t intend to keep the bond intact after our child has been brought into the world.
Don’t care. At least not right now. I don’t care what’s causing my heart to feel as though it’s swelling and breaking at the same time.
Why don’t I care? Because Alex is currently popping the buttons through the holes on his button up, slowly revealing the cuts of his pecs, down to his abs, until that dark line of hair is practically a beacon to what I so desperately want.
My patience flies out the window when his hands slowly untuck his shirt then reach for his belt. I’ll have to stay up on my knees to reach him, but that’s nothing new for me.
Dropping to the ground, I swat his hands away and pull the belt free before popping the button free on his slacks then rip his zipper down a little harder than necessary.
If I’m being rough, Alex doesn’t voice a single complaint.
His thick cock springs free the moment his zipper is down and the tip glistens with precum. A satisfied humming purr rattles from my chest as I dart my tongue out and savor the smoky sweetness exploding on my tongue.
My eyes roll up to see Alex watching me, his pupils eating up the hazel color of his irises.
Slowly, I open my mouth wider until I can take more of him into my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair, holding it away from my face, and it sure as hell looks as though he’s fighting the urge to thrust his hips and fuck my face.
I’m not against that idea, but not yet. I want to savor the taste of his skin, the smokiness of each drop of precum leaking from his slit, the way his abs tighten each time I move further down, and the way his pheromones feel like both an aphrodisiac and the most expensive and potent wine.
Pulling my mouth from him, I reach up and hook my fingers in the sides of his slacks, pulling them down until they pool around his ankles and expose his knot and sac. I want to feel and taste all of him.
But I’ll start with sucking him deep into my throat.
CHAPTER 30
Alex
All I can do is stare down into Hudson’s face as he swallows my cock. Even when it hits the back of his throat, he doesn’t pull back immediately, simply runs his tongue along the underside of my shaft.
It’s not that my packmates don’t blow me; I tend to be the bottom more often than not. I give pleasure and take what they give me.
But it sure as hell looks as though Hudson is enjoying being on his knees for me. It almost feels as though he’s topping from the bottom and I’m more than happy to let him take whatever he wants from my body.
Especially my pheromones. He smelled slightly off today until one of us touched him, scented him, or pressed our lips to his skin.
He’s craving our pheromones even more than when he was in heat.
I read that would happen when an omega is pregnant. Something in their biology, though scientists still aren’t sure why they require an alpha’s pheromones during pregnancy when they no longer feel the need to be bred. Or at least when theirinstinctsfeel that need.
If he’s craving my cum, who am I to deny him?
My alpha instincts don’t care that he’s already pregnant;every cell in my body wants to bend him over and fuck him over and over until there isn’t a drop of cum left in my body.
I fight a frustrated growl when he pulls his mouth from my dick, but purr when he shoves my pants to my ankles so he can fondle my balls and squeeze my knot while sucking me deep into his throat.
“You look so beautiful with your lips around my cock,” I say, pushing my fingers into his hair to hold it back. I need to see him. I need the full view.
When he hums, my balls pull up tight and the first tingles of release ripple along my spine.
I don’t want to come. Not yet. I want to be buried deep in his ass. I want to feel him clenching around me as I lay him on his back, hook his legs over my hips, and jerk his cock to the same pace I’m fucking him.
