It’ll still happen. Maybe not right this second because I can’t stop the tidal wave from crashing over me, sweeping me under as I hold Hudson’s head and thrust my hips a couple times before my dick jerks with each jet of my release.
His hands grip my hips hard, holding me in place as he swallows every drop down, licking and sucking until I grow sensitive. It feels as though he won’t stop until there isn’t a drop left for him to taste.
By the time my beautiful omega pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, his chest rises and falls with heavy pants, and those pillowy lips are pink and shiny from his saliva and my release.
And fuck me, I want to taste every part of him starting with his kiss.
While I’m tempted to pull him up by his hair, I’m not sure he would appreciate that, nor do I know whether he’s into a bite of pain with his pleasure the way I am.
Instead, I bend, hook my hands under his armpits, and lift him until he wraps his legs around my waist.
My fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his head and I dive forward, devouring his mouth, his tonka bean and sweet plum mixing with my smoky wood ash.
More. I needed more.
Hudson’s legs are wrapped tightly around my back as I shuffle awkwardly toward the bed, the slacks around my ankles only allowing me short steps.
After entirely too long, I’m finally close enough I can drop him onto the mattress then take a step back to kick off my shoes, socks, slacks, and boxers.
Now…his turn.
I need to see every inch of his body. I need to spend time licking and sucking every dip and valley of his strong body. I want…nah, Ineedto worship his body just like I will with every single change throughout the pregnancy.
Even as I drag his pants over his hips and down his legs, my eyes dart to his flat abs. How long until our child grows enough to show?
Has he thought about it? Is he excited? Nervous?
Later. Those are questions for later. Right now, I need to hear his cries of release. I need to feel him wrapped around me while I fist his cock.
I need to plunge my tongue deep into his hole and lap up his slick.
His ass is practically hanging off the edge of the bed with his knees raised and spread, giving me the perfect view.
Dropping when my legs give out, I stare for a few seconds, smoothing my hand up his stomach to his pecs, shoving his shirt until it’s under his chin.
I can’t help but toy with his hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between my forefingers and thumbs.
His gasp sends a fresh wave of blood shooting to my cock and lust coursing through my veins. No chance in hell my mates can’t feel that. No way they don’t know what we’re up to in here.
Why the hell aren’t they joining us?
Can’t exactly speak to them telepathically through the bond, but I sure as hell make sure they feel the yearning, feel the bone deep need to have the pack in here as a whole.
We have a fuckload of work from a new case that will keep us away from Hudson for long hours throughout the week. We need to spend every moment we can with him, spend every moment lavishing him with affection, doting on him, spoiling him…
Wringing every drop of pleasure from his body possible.
As I thrust my tongue deep inside his hole, savoring the flavor of his slick, Hudson moans, the sound making my dick twitch.
His hands brush over the top of my head, but he can’t quite reach from this position, not unless he props up on his elbows.
When my eyes lift, I find him watching me, his lips parted as he breathes deeply, his pupils so blown his eyes almost appear black.
His perfume has permeated the entire room until it’s become the very air I breathe. I need it more than oxygen.
Pretty sure I’ll die without it.
I don’t care how needy this makes me. I know we told him this is a temporary situation, but I really don't care. He carries Mason’s mark. Other than his shock that morning, he hasn’t brought up his desire to have the bond dissolved after he gives birth.
