That tells me he’s as reluctant to part from us as I am to part with him.
And no matter what the other two say, I can feel how badly they want him.
It’s time for a deeper conversation, first as mates, then with Hudson.
I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want him to become a part time participant in our lives. I don’t want to encounter him covered in the scent of another alpha.
In fact, that thought alone tears a possessive growl from my chest.
Lunging to my feet, I shove his knees back until they’re almost to his chest and notch the head of my cock to his hole.
With my eyes locked on his, I thrust forward a little harder and faster than I intend, but he simply throws his head back with a cry of pleasure, his eyes rolling shut as I begin a deep but slow rhythm.
“Keep those eyes on me, omega.”
My voice sounds deep, guttural as my alpha pushes forward.
Rut. Breed. Bond.
Bite.
His lashes flutter and his eyes zero in on me. The sounds leaving his mouth spur me on. I wrap a hand around his thick shaft and pull, keeping the rhythm of my hips like I planned.
I need him to come. I need to see those pearly ribbons spray his abs. And then I’ll clean him up with my tongue.
CHAPTER 31
Hudson
Alex’s fist is tight around my shaft. His dick is buried deep inside me.
Yet…it feels like something is wrong. Off.
My instincts are unsettled.
Oh, I’m enjoying every second of this. Trust me.
Doesn’t mean my biology isn’t begging for more. More of my alphas. More of my pack.
A whine bubbles up from my chest and I’m unable to stop it.
His grip loosens and he slows the pace of which he thrusts into me. “Is it too much? Am I hurting you?”
“No. Please don’t stop,” I say on a long whine.
More. I need more. More of what, though?
It would be nice if my body would simply tell me what it needs instead of putting me through the mental and emotional wringer like this.
And then it hits me.
“Bite. Alpha, please,” I cry out as he begins to stroke me faster and his hips begin to pump into me harder, his pelvis hitting me and filling the air with a mixture of flesh against flesh and the wet sound of my slick as it drips around his cock and soaks the bedding below me.
I wish we were in the nest. The room feels so open, so bright.
Where are my other alphas? Where is Mason? Where’s Desmond?
They don’t want you.
