Maybe then he’ll return home.
And it is his home. The sooner he accepts it, the sooner Mason accepts Hudson is our omega, the happier we’ll all be.
Plunging my tongue into his hole, I drink down his slick and savor his sounds of pleasure, using one hand to roll his balls while I reach up with the other and stroke his length.
More. I need more.
Raising further on my knees, I grip the base of his cock and circle my tongue around the head, teasing the slit and relishing the sweet precum. It’s not as strongly flavored as his slick, but I could still easily become addicted.
“Fuck. Desmond,” he says, using my full name instead of my nickname. “Alpha. Take me. Fuck me. Knot me, please,” he begs, his words slurred with lust as his lashes flutter until he locks eyes with me.
His pupils are like saucers and his chest rises and falls with deep breaths as I take him further into my mouth until the head hits the back of my throat.
I keep a slow pace, still fondling his balls before running my hand down until I can probe at his hole with one finger.
He’s so slick, so tight and warm. I swear it feels like his ass is trying to keep my finger inside him, as though his body is seeking a knot.
“Alpha,” he says on a long whine.
My alpha instincts snap into place.
Lunging to my feet, I rip my shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room before struggling with first my belt, then the button and zipper of my slacks.
Hudson sits up, his abs rolling under his skin as he helps me then pushes my pants down my thighs.
I don’t bother removing my shoes, don’t bother kicking my pants fully off. My omega needs me, and I’ll never deny him, not if I can help it.
Gripping my dick, I notch it against his opening, then lock eyes with him as I slowly push forward.
I’d meant to work him with my fingers more, loosen him a little more. But his body feels as though it was made for me. His inner muscles clamp down on me and I have to clench my teeth to keep from thrusting forward hard and fast. That’s not my style. I like to take my time, savor every moment of pleasure.
Leaning forward, I rest my chest against his as I take his mouth in a deep, licking kiss while I keep slowly rotating my hips, making sure to hit every pleasure point inside him while swallowing down his moans.
His whimpers mix with those moans, and I can feel my instincts growing more aggressive, but I shove them back where they belong – locked tightly inside a mental box. I will neverlose myself to rut, not with this beautiful specimen of the human race.
So many words are on the tip of my tongue as I kiss him, so many pleas for him to return, how I feel about him, how badly I want him to stay in our home not just during the pregnancy, but permanently.
I want him to proudly carry our marks and our pack’s name for the rest of his life.
I keep all those words, all those thoughts to myself. I can’t keep the bond shut down when I’m lost in Hudson’s body, so I’m sure he can feel it all through his link to my mates.
Let him. Let him feel how strongly I feel for him. Let my mates feel the connection between Hudson and me. Let them feel the love that has grown in the time since we all met.
When tingles begin to ripple up my spine and my balls pull up tight, I push up and grip his dick in one fist. No way will I get off before he does. I need to hear him cry out as those sweet pearly ribbons of cum paint his abs and chest.
“Knot. Alpha, please,” he says around a whine. More like a mixture of a moan and a whimper as though his body craves what only an alpha can give him.
What onlyIcan give him.
Gently, I push forward, dropping my eyes to where our bodies meet and watch as he stretches around me. It is by far the most erotic and beautiful sight.
“More,” he says, his head tilted back as his hands scrabble and claw at the sheets, the duvet, anything he can reach.
Pulling back, I push forward with a punch of my hips, grunting as his body swallows my knot, locking us together.
I can’t hold back. I can’t hold my orgasm back as his ass squeezes my cock in these rhythmic pulses.
When I lift my eyes, I realize he’s spilling over my fist and coating his skin. That’s what’s causing those sensations.
