Page 29 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

Hudson’s mouth curved against her skin. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

“I’m about to explode with need here. I need your mouth on me.”

Then he hooked his fingers in her underwear and looked up. “Then may I?”

Mary’s breath caught. “Please do.”

He drew them down her legs with impossible care. Not that Mary was happy about that.

I kept one arm around her, one hand on her hip, holding her steady when she trembled. Hudson spread her thighs and kissed her once, gently, as if greeting something sacred rather than starving.

Mary made a broken sound, and then his mouth settled properly between her thighs.

Her head fell back against my shoulder. “Oh, God.”

“Hudson,” I said, because she needed the name.

“Yes, Hudson, not God. That would be weird, me being a good catholic girl and all. Well, not right now, but—“ she wittered, but then stopped when he rewarded her with his tongue.

The heat changed from pain to need so fast she shook, and I held her through it, one hand cupping her breast after she dragged it there herself. The sound she made when I touched her was raw and sweet. I kept my palm broad, my touch firm, no grabbing, no making her feel like parts. She was all of it. Every inch. Every sharp word. Every secret softness.

Hudson worked his tongue on her with devastating patience.

But Mary didn’t have patience. “I need more,” she gasped.

He lifted his head. His mouth was wet with her slick, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “You need to come first.”

“I need you to stop managing me. I know what I need.”

“No, you don’t.”

She growled.

I nipped her shoulder through sheer reflex, and her body went taut.

“There,” Hudson said, and put his mouth back on her.

“No… Yes… No… Oh my…” She came hard.

Her scent burst through the room, violet and blackberry and slick heat, and her whole body arched in my arms. I held her as she shook. Hudson kept his hands on her thighs, and I watched his tongue slide through her folds.

She went boneless. Then the heat came back. Her eyes opened, wet and furious. “You stopped.”

I pressed a kiss to her damp temple. “You asked him to.”

“If I say no. Ignore me. No means yes from now on.”

“Understood,” Hudson said as he moved up the bed and wiped his mouth with a towel that Mary immediately snatched back because it had become, apparently, part of the nest.

The nest, she didn’t have.

“Good.” She looked between us. “Clothes off.”

My body reacted so violently I had to breathe through it. I wanted to tell her we were in charge, but this omega was something else.

Hudson didn’t move. “Mary, once we start, it may be harder for you to stop.”

“I know. And I don’t want you to stop.”