Then again, there had been no moment of hesitation. We’d crashed together like magnets pulled apart for too long, like we’re tethered, and that rubber had been stretched to its limits.
My hair fans around me as he drops to his knees, the sound barely making it to my hormone addled brain, then he’s lowering me onto the area rug of my living room.
His hands are frantic when he finally breaks the kiss and begins pulling at my clothes until I’m naked.
Yet he’s still dressed. I want to see him. Touch him. Taste him.
“Naked. Now. Please,” I say when he moves to lower on top of me.
The sexiest smirk pulls up one side of his mouth as he grabs his hoodie and yanks it over his head. He’s not wearing a shirt underneath. His pants are next.
I finally take a second to note his hair is damp and looks finger combed, and he looks as though he dressed in a rush, all the way to the suede house shoes on his feet. If I weren’t seconds from combusting, I might actually laugh at all that.
And I still might later.
Right now, all it means is there is way too much of a barrier between us.
Finally naked, he lunges for me again, his hand going to my cock and holding it so he can wrap his lips around it.
I drop my head back as a moan tears from my lips. The man is beyond talented with his mouth. The way he sucks the tip and runs his tongue along the underside has my toes curling.
“I want to touch you,” I say, lifting my head to watch as his bobs and his mouth devours me.
A sound I’m pretty sure I’ve never made echoes in the space when he moves so quickly I barely have time to register that he’s rolled us so he’s on his back and I’m now straddling his face in a sixty-nine.
His thick cock is right there, weeping from the tip. His knot is swollen and a deep, angry red.
Honestly, I’m not sure what I want to focus on first.
Bullshit. I want to taste the precum rolling down the flared head of his cock.
I lap at it before it can drip onto his abs and hum as the taste of sweet smoke explodes on my tongue.
Lowering my head, I open my mouth wide and slowly take him deep until he hits the back of my throat and I gag. Doesn’t stop me. Nothing can stop me from soaking up his pheromones and swallowing down every drop of his cum.
I need it. I need it like I need my next breath.
I don’t understand it, and maybe I should have done more research on pregnancy, but it literally feels as though my body is craving everything about this alpha, as though him merely being here has made me feel…better. Healthier.
More stable.
“Fuck. Hudson,” he moans as I start a fast rhythm, taking him as deeply as I physically can while I lower my hand to fondle his balls and squeeze his knot.
Then his mouth is closing over my cock again.
I’m sure my slick is drenching him, but he doesn’t seem to mind, and I can’t find it in me to care.
A finger probes at my ass as he continues sucking me, blowing me, lapping at the slit of my cock before taking me deep into his throat again.
A second finger is added to the first and he begins to thrust into me. It almost feels as though I’m being fucked by two of my alphas and fuck do I want that again.
Every day for the rest of my life.
A whine swells in my chest. I have to stop. I cannot think about that shit, not now.
Not ever.
Mason made it plain as day he doesn’t want another member of the pack, and he doesn’t want me as their omega.
