Page 42 of Pack Deception: Part One

"It's not... I can't..." she's mumbling between gasping breaths, not forming coherent sentences. Hudson looks at me in distress. He's just as desperate as I am to help her through this, but we're not sure what she needs. We've never been through a heat with an omega. Neither has Brooklyn. The only one of us that has, is Mason, with that sorry excuse of a pack he was with before us. They kept him around for a few heats with random omegas. Acting like it was some gift for him, before they picked the omega they settled down for good with. Then they kicked him to the curb before he even had the chance to meet her.

If he were here, he'd know what she needs. As it is, Hudson and I are fumbling our way through. If it weren't for Ava, we wouldn't have even brought her to her nest, for fuck's sake. The only thing we have going for us is biology. Our purrs were working well enough a few minutes ago, but even those aren't soothing her. Her face is scrunched up in discomfort again.

Bark?Hudson asks me, shrugging. It feels like an abuse, but I'm not sure what else to do, so I shrug back at him. He looks at me warily but tries anyway.

"Tell me what you need, pretty girl," he uses his alpha bark, making her answer him. But he also said it in a soothing tone, and I feel the command wash over me in a gentle wave. It doesn't affect me like it does omegas, but I can still tell when it's being used. This doesn't have the harsh effect a bark can carry.

Still, she bares her neck a little at the slight dominance and answers him. "It's not enough. I still need more," her voice is quiet, ashamed. It's enough to tell me that although her heat has started, she's still very much in control of her emotions. Mid-heat, Summer wouldn't even be able to feel things like shame or embarrassment. All she'd be able to do isfeel.

It gives me enough reassurance that I nod my head at Hudson to get him to move out from behind her for a second. He does, coming to stand beside her bed while I carefully maneuver us so I'm lying on my back and Summer is on top. The position only pushes me further inside her, and we both groan. Tiny, soft hands splay against my chest as she swivels her hips, working toward another orgasm. With a few circles around her clit, I help push her over the edge and then gesture for Hudson to get behind her.

"Why you still dressed, fuck-face?" His dick is out, but his pants are still pulled up and his shirt is on. He curses and fumbles out of them, tripping as he goes to pull them off his feet. When he's standing beside the bed, naked as the day he was born, I give him awhat the fuck are you waiting forlook. He hops back on the bed behind our mate, and it causes the bed to squeak in protest at trying to hold all three of our weight. Out of nowhere, Summer clenches on me again, bucking through her third orgasm. I realize that while I was focused on getting Hudson on the bed with us, she was furiously rubbing at her nub with one hand and plucking at a nipple with the other one.

Fuck, she really is struggling. "Hey," I say softly, lifting up on one elbow and grabbing her chin to pull her face toward mine. "Have you ever had your ass filled, sweets?" A tiny whimper and a nod is my only answer. "At the same time this pretty cunt was stuffed full?" Another nod. I know it's irrational. I know she has three claiming marks already, but jealousy still rips through me like a roaring lion, begging me to find whoever touched her before us and end them.We’reher mates. Gritting my teeth through the tidal wave of rage, I breathe nice and slow until I'm calm enough to speak again. "Do you want that now? Do you want Hudson, too?"

I don't even have to tell her to use her words this time. She shouts them almost immediately. "Yes. Goddess yes. Fuck me. Both of you—ahhh, yess!" Pressure pushes against the thin wall inside her, and I realize Hudson has a finger in her ass already. My dick twitches as his finger rubs against me, too.

Shit.

Her pussy gets tighter as he adds another finger, stretching her so she can take him. Her mewls of encouragement, and the way she pushes back against his fingers, trying to take him deeper, tell me she's already ready. Still, he adds a third finger. I'm panting at this point, my knot swelling even further, nowhere near ready to start deflating.

Fingers graze against my knot, making me tense and groan as more cum shoots out of me, before I realize it's Hudson gathering her slick to use as lube.

"Ready?" he asks Summer. She hisses a yes, and then the pressure is back as he pushes the head of his cock into her.

"So fucking tight," Hudson grits through clenched teeth. Summer drops her head back against his shoulder with a shout as I feel her clench around me again when he's only halfway inside her. Both of us are frozen, waiting for her to unclench so Hud can keep pushing in. When she does, and I feel like I can breathe again, Hud whispers in her ear. "Lean forward against Mav, pretty girl."

In her semi-exhausted state, she doesn't lean forward so much as flop down on me. Chest to naked chest, her skin is slick with sweat, and her heart is beating a rapid rhythm. We're both panting, but I sink a hand into her wavy hair to yank her mouth up to mine. Our tongues dance against each other, and I drink in the moment, still in a state of disbelief that I'm going through a heat with my mate, and it's as amazing as I always dreamed it would be.She'swhat I always dreamed of and much more.

Summer rips her mouth from mine to bury her face into my neck when we feel Hudson surge forward in one hard thrust, seating himself to the hilt. Hot, heavy air skates across my skin as she breathes through the intensity.

"You okay?" I check in. "We can stop if—"

"No! Move, I'm okay. You can let go," her words are frantic as her hips start to gyrate. I buck mine as much as I can, but Hudson takes charge. He grabs ahold of her hips to hold her in place as he pulls out and then pushes back in slowly. In and out, he keeps the slow rhythm until an angry growl comes out of Summer. Hudson's eyes meet mine, and we both try to keep our laughter in. It sounds more like a kitten purring than the threatening sound she's going for. Regardless, he takes the hint, not wanting to upset our omega any more, and slams into her. Not holding anything back, he pumps into her in hard, almost vicious thrusts. Every time he pulls back, I push in as much as I can, and we keep up this pace, back and forth, until she screams through another orgasm. Hudson shouts his release next, and what feels like another bucket of cum empties out of me, too.

The apartment is quiet, except for our labored breathing. The smell of sex permeates through the small space, a mix of all of our scents creating an almost cloying aroma. I trail gentle fingers down her spine until her breathing is back to normal and a small, adorable snore starts up.

"She's out for now," I tell Hudson, who pulls out of her. His knot is thick and bulbous at his base, having not knotted her. She may enjoy two of us inside her at once, but I don't think she'd take well to two knots in her. Not that we'd try that for the first time during her heat.

"How long do heats usually last, anyways?" he asks me, like I'm supposed to know. I only know what I've heard from our friends who go through heats with their omegas.

"I think it varies. Sometimes a week. Could be a couple days," I shrug. He gives me a look in return. "Spit it out."

Another few seconds pass before he eyes me warily. "What she was asking...about Mason," his words are cautious, but I still stiffen. Mason's been pulling away from me. We both agreed to hold off on the heavy physical stuff until we've told Summer about us, but Mason has pulled back emotionally, too. I get it, I do. With all the shit he went through with his old pack, getting dumped when they found their omega, I understand why he's self-sabotaging. But I don't think Summer is the kind of girl to be upset at our relationship. She's never seemed hostile to the idea, and I know she feels the mate bond at some level. So I'm not letting him go, and he'll just have to get past this idea that he's unlovable or somehow not worth as much as an omega. He's her mate, too, after all.

"What about it," I grumble. I love Hudson, I do, but I don't want him or Brooke shoving their noses in this.

"Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But don't you think you should call him? Just let him know that we're here." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"He's in the middle of his trek in Iceland, Hud. What good would a call do? Get him in his head for no reason. It's not like he can hike back, hop on a plane real quick, and get here in time to join in. And I'm not putting that pressure on her yet."

Even though she's asleep, I'm still tracing patterns on her back, trying to distract myself from the emotions plaguing me. Worry about how Mason will react when he gets back. Anger at Hudson for sticking his nose in my business. Overwhelming joy at holding my mate in my arms. One after the other, they're swirling around and pushing me toward the brink of a migraine.

"Still, I think—"

"What about Brooklyn? You going to give her a call?" I ask, interrupting him.

"That's not the same thing, and you know it," he growls. "Don't be stupid. Just call him."

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