“Where is he?”
“He said he was going to take a bath, so I came out here. No chance am I staying in there when he’s naked in the tub.”
Kane crosses his thick arms over his chest and stands with his feet shoulder width apart. His military days are so deeply ingrained in him even standing in this living room looks more like he’s either awaiting his assignment or sizing up his enemy.
“Stay out here,” I say as I make my way toward the hallway, following Hudson’s potent tonka bean and sweet plum.
I swear his scent is like a beacon. I’m pretty sure I could find him anywhere simply by sniffing at the air.
And now I feel like a dog, like a bloodhound tracking someone.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve cussed more in the past month than I have in a year. I’m becoming more and more…aggressive isn’t quite the right word,but I feel like I’m constantly swallowing back a growl when it comes to Hudson.
Possessive. I’m becoming possessive when I have no right to be.
Unless, of course, he’s willing to join our pack.
What if Mason truly wants that bond dissolved? What if he truly feels marking him was a mistake and he doesn’t want the omega permanently tied to us? Then what?
Losing Hudson feels as though I’ll be losing a piece of my heart or soul. But there isn’t a chance in hell I could ever walk away from Mason. He’s owned my heart for almost two decades.
Maybe this whole situation was a bad idea. Yes, I want a child. I’ve wanted to be a father for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted to watch my mates hold a baby, to rock and sing to them.
But at what cost? I really didn’t believe this would ever become an issue. None of us have been interested in adding a member to our pack. Not once.
Sure, we’ve met beautiful omegas and betas. Yet not a single one of them lured us away from the pack, not one of them has interested us enough to want to integrate them into Pack Anders.
Until now. Until this beautiful omega with the most addictive scent, the sweetest smile, and…yeah, an amazing body. He isn’t soft and curvy like the females. And for some reason, that’s all the more appealing.
I do love that he’s small enough to lift into my arms, that I can pick him up and let him wrap his legs around my waist.
Damn it. Now my dick is growing harder under my slacks and there will be practically no way to hide it.
The door to Hudson’s ensuite bathroom is closed. I could walk in but don’t want to be rude. Tapping my knuckles lightly on the door, I call out, “Hudson? It’s Desmond.”
“You can come in,” he says back, his voice muffled through the barrier between us.
Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and push inside, my eyes touching on him only a brief moment before taking in the rest of the bathroom.
Of course I want to stand here and ogle him. I want to swipe the bubbles from the surface so I can see all of him. I’ve barely seen that beautiful body since his heat ended. And I’ve craved it.
I’m not sure there will come a day when I don’t want to feel his skin under my hands, when I don’t want to see his toned muscles flex as I take him.
When was the last time I made love to him?
When was the last time I made love to either of my packmates? It feels as though I’ve become celibate and I’m not really sure what has caused this self-imposed dry spell.
Finally turning to look at Hudson, my brows draw together. Something’s off. His eyes don’t hold that sparkle. He isn’t smiling as though happy to see me.
He looks damn near shut down.
“Are you okay?” I ask, completely ignoring the fact he’s naked and crossing the room to sit on the side of the tub.
“I’m fine,” he says.
I hate that word. Fine. Any time someone says they’re fine, it always means the opposite. But it’s also a surefire way of knowing there’s something they need to discuss but don’twantto discuss. And I can’t push him if he isn’t ready to open up.
