“You don’t want…what?” I whisper after a few moments pass of him not finishing his sentence.
Instead of answering, he slowly lowers his face to mine as though waiting for me to stop him. Where Alex is a big ol’ flirt and simply gives pleasure without waiting and Mason was damn near a Dom during my heat, Des is so gentle, so patient.
He’s literally waiting for me to close the space, waiting for my consent to kiss me after spending a week locked in my nest.
And locked insideme.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I rise onto my tiptoes the same time I pull his face down to mine, sighing when our lips touch.
He might be gentle, but he’s so passionate as the tip of his tongue teases the seam of my lips.
I open for him without hesitation, wrapping my other arm around his neck as he hooks his hands behind my thighs and lifts as though I weigh nothing. I instantly lock my feet around his back, and his hardness pressing against my own sends the most delicious sensations tingling through my system.
There is nothing I want more right now than to have us both naked, to be under this beautifully sweet alpha as he makes loveto me. I want to soak up his pheromones, to be smothered in them.
Simply having his lips on mine and his arms around me settles something in my chest.
And then he’ll leave. He’ll go back to his house. He’ll go back to his pack.
It doesn’t matter if I go back with him. It doesn’t matter if I go to bed with all three of them. Life with them feels as though it’ll be rinse and repeat until the child is born. I’ll see them for a limited number of hours on the weekend and that’s it, all the while knowing I’m simply falling harder for each of them.
And knowing it’ll be one of those stupid unrequited love stories.
I’m not saying they don’t care about me; they’ve proven they do. Just not in the way I want. Not in the way Ineed.
I don’t know what I think will happen or what I think this will accomplish, but I gyrate my hips, rubbing my hard shaft along his until a satisfied moan vibrates from his chest.
“Bed,” I mutter against his lips.
Des pulls back enough to look into my eyes. His pupils are blown, but not so much I can’t see the ring of warm, soulful brown of his irises.
I don’t know when the next time I’ll be able to be with any of the alphas in such an intimate fashion will be. And Desmond and I have had zero time alone together.
If this is all I’ll get over the next few months, I plan to enjoy however long I have before he heads home to his mates.
“I’m sure,” I say, answering his silent question before pressing my lips to his while sliding my hand down his chest, his abs, to cup his hard as stone dick over his slacks.
CHAPTER 36
Desmond
This doesn’t feel right. I’m not saying it feels bad, but I feel as though I’m going to make love to Hudson then walk away.
He belongs at home. With me. With us.
With his pack.
I might not be aggressive. I might feel as though cursing is a sign of a weak mind and a limited vocabulary…butfuck Mason.
I haven’t even bitten Hudson, yet I know he’s mine. I’m pretty sure I’ve known it from the moment I laid eyes on him the first day he walked into our house.
That sensation only increased when his scent wrapped around me and caused my dick to stand at attention like the most potent aphrodisiac.
It’s stronger now and I assume it’s from the pregnancy hormones. Thing is, not only is it stronger, but I swear he carries hints of each of us, each of his alphas.
Hisalphas.
Ouromega.
