For now, though, I have Alex. Every moment, every touch feels so natural.
It also makes me crave more.
Alex’s finger bends inside me and he rubs something deep in my inner channel that sends an orgasm crashing over me and sweeping me under like a tidal wave.
I pull my mouth from Alex as I cry out and my dick jerks over and over as my alpha continues to bob his head, drinking down every drop I feed him.
My release seems to stretch on and on as he continues working me with his fingers and his mouth until I’m trembling and can barely hold myself up.
But I’m not done. I’m not done with Alex. I’m not done tasting him and need to soak up as much of his pheromones as possible before I go days or even weeks without seeing one of them again.
CHAPTER 40
Hudson
At some point, we finally made it to my bedroom. Right now, I’m draped over his torso, his knot gradually deflating inside my ass, my head resting on his shoulder.
His fingers are combing through my hair and relaxing me until I feel as though I’m floating.
There’s going to come a day I won’t be able to lie like this. The baby bump will be in the way.
It still doesn’t truly feel real. I don’t know when it’ll fully sink in – maybe after I feel the baby kick for the first time, or after seeing it on an ultrasound.
“Whatever’s going through that beautiful head of yours isn’t true.”
I lift from his chest and look down into his face.
“What does that mean?”
“I can feel your uncertainty and something that feels like sadness or depression or some shit.”
“I was just thinking about how I won’t be able to lay like this on you in a few months. And how it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m growing a life.”
His fingers in my hair still as he pushes it away from my face. “And that makes you sad?”
“I think it’s the reality of my future that makes me sad,” I admit.
“Your future can be with us, Hudson. I’m sure Des pled his case, but now I’ll plead mine.”
I wiggle enough to test our connection, then lift when I’m sure I won’t hurt either of us. My slick and his cum leak from me to pool on his groin, so I roll from the side of the bed. After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I bring him a towel and hand it to him, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.
We should probably shower. But, considering I have no idea when the next time will be that I’ll see any of the three of them, I’m going to savor his scent on my skin at least until tomorrow.
He’s going to leave. After a while, he’s going to pull his ridiculously tossed together outfit back on, head home, and snuggle with his mates.
And I’ll be left here alone.
Sure, I can go back with him. Then tomorrow, I’ll be alone.
Again.
So, why not stay in my apartment, in my bed, where I can begin the healing process rather than allow myself to fall further for three men I can never have.
“Hey,” Alex says, grabbing my wrist when I try to move away.
His grip isn’t tight, and I can easily pull away, but I don’t. I even let him pull me back onto the bed beside him.
“Talk to me,” he says, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
