"Yeah?" He tilted his head at me. "So what's the right decision now?"
My heart sped up and it was suddenly noteworthy that he'd banished the other two wolves back to work and left himself with me. Alone.
Especially after what he'd walked in on at their mansion.
"I'm..." I started, but I didn't know what else came after that word. I'm what?
He sat down beside me, elegant, strong, and foreboding. His fingers brushed across my cheek and he leaned forward, drawing me in. Our lips met and fire exploded inside of me, licking its way through my body and sending gooseflesh out along my arms and thighs. The room was nowhere near as cold as it had been, though it had everything to do with the flames within and nothing to do with the logs popping to life beside us.
God, he tasted like cheat day on the strictest diet you can imagine. Maybe Tommy hadn't really needed a nap, not after the trip, but we needed him to have one. And sometimes, when you're a parent, that happens.
Hudson bore me to the cushions and I pulled him to me, my arms around his neck, fingers rolling over the thick muscles in his shoulders. We broke apart only to breathe, then collapsed together again. My instincts howled for him to take me, for me to roll onto my belly and arch my back, to beg him to pin me down. It was so strange, so wild, that I broke our third-ever kiss and blinked up at him.
"Teach me what to do to make the wolf happy," I whispered, pleading.
A chuckle came from deep in his chest. "I'd be happy to."
He ran the tip of his index finger along my neck and stopped at the hollow of my throat. His lips followed the line a moment later and my eyes rolled back in my head. I wanted him and Gabe and Xav and a big, warm den to hide our treasures in. I wanted rich, red meat every night and rough, screaming sex every morning. I wanted to let the mansion burn and to stay out here in the woods where they could throw me down in a pile of leaves, or even put me on my knees in the frost, where no one could hear me crying their names, one right after the other.
If men get blue balls, we ladies must get something similar. Swamp syndrome, maybe? I don't know what to call it, but I needed him inside of me, hard and thick, plowing away all the bad times and planting good ones. I needed him to drive his knot into me and stay there, forever on top of me, protecting me, promising me that he'd never-
That they'd never leave.
That I'd never be alone again.
Was it wrong to beg for permanence when the world didn't work like that?
Hudson rolled my shirt collar to the side and lowered his head to sink his teeth into the nape of my neck. I lifted my head to press it against him, willing him to understand the comfort, the satisfaction, that he brought to my new feral side. I didn't know if it worked or not, but he trailed his hands further south, unbuckling my belt and tossing it to the floor beside us.
I tried to reciprocate but he growled, using his grip on my jeans to press me deeper into the couch. I submitted in an instant, never even thinking about it, and hung back. Pleased, he peeled my pants and panties from me as one, leaving them attached at the ankles.
The bite was short-lived. I whined at him, but he narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you want a real bite? A mark that never fades?"
"Yes," I sighed, squirming my arm from my shirt. It left me half exposed to him, but he seemed to appreciate the view.
He licked his lips and moved back from me, patting my thigh. "Roll over. Get up on your knees. If you want the full omega experience, I'll give it to you."
Everything in me lit up. Though his voice had a touch of a warning, I ignored it. I was on my belly, shoving myself up onto my hands and knees. He let out a quivering sigh and ran his hands over my ass. I tipped my head back and leaned into his palms, my empty core aching for fulfillment.
"Last chance," he said, his thumb running over my slit and opening me just enough. A droplet of me ran down his wrist. I only knew because I heard him lick it off.
In answer, I slid a hand beneath myself and reached for his groin. If he wasn't going to get those slacks off, I would.
There was the slightest pause. Those severely creased slacks ended up on the ground with my belt, though he left his shirt on. His fingers reached forward and twisted in my hair, using it for leverage. My tongue fell from my mouth, as if I'd run miles on paws I didn't have.
And then, nirvana.
He hilted his cock in me in a slow, single movement. I felt every inch force its way into me, stretching me, filling me entirely. And at the end, the slightest bulge of a knot promising something I knew nothing about.
Yet.
But God, I wanted to learn. I let out a soft groan as he drew back, plunged into me again, then pulled away once more. Each thrust left me helpless, putty in his hands, pleading to be shaped into something new. A brave thing, fierce and strong, soft and protective. He pulled my head back by my hair, the pain lacing its way into the pleasure to give me new insight on the manner
