Page 14 of Pack Deception: Part Two

“Surprised?” Hudson laughs, making me look at him apologetically.

“I guess I just thought you’d be a little… messier?” I feel bad thinking it, but he does put off a goofy, sort of sloppy energy sometimes.

“Believe it or not, Brooklyn is the messy one.” He walks over to what must be a walk-in closet and comes back out with a shirt draped over his shoulder. If I thought it was for him, he nips that thought in the butt. “Arms,” he instructs when he reaches me. My arms go up automatically, and he peels my work blouse up and over my head. Strands of hair get pulled loose from my ponytail as the fabric tugs at it. “Turn.”

I must be in a trance because I move without question. With my back to him, he makes quick work of unsnapping my bra. It falls from my shoulders, hits the ground, and he turns me back around. Every part of me wants to lift my arms to cover myself. But he’s got his hands on my biceps as he looks his fill. The darkening of his eyes—the way his pupils dilate—keeps me rooted to the spot.

Just as I think he’s going to act on the desire swimming there, he jerks out of his trance and slips his shirt over my head. It reaches mid-thigh, practically swallowing me. There’s a soft sound as his knees hit the carpet to unbutton my slacks and peel those down next. Not waiting for instructions this time, I step out when they’re at my ankles. My hands dart out to use his shoulders for support.

Still kneeling, Hudson trails his fingers up my thighs. The gentle touch tickles and his fingers stop at the bottom of the shirt. “I’m trying to be good. You have to sleep. But you smell so good. Like gingerbread cookies. And arousal.” The grin he gives me from his spot at my feet is mischievous. My core clenches, and I know he’s right. I feel myself getting wet the longer he’s down there, touching me.

“True… but going to sleep at two-thirty instead of two won’t make mu—ahh!” With his hands still on my thighs, he doesn’t even let me finish my sentence before he hoists me up and tosses me on the bed. It’s much softer than the one in my nest, so I sink down without bouncing. At the end of the bed, I watch as he sheds his shirt and pants in record time.

The way he crawls to me is… predatory. Stark naked, muscles in his shoulders and arms bunching, and a hungry look in his eyes. On instinct, I start scooting back on the bed until I reach the headboard.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hudson rumbles a laugh, grabs hold of my ankles, and yanks me down to him.

A laugh breaks free at the move. My beautiful, goofy Hudson, who–despite being an alpha–does not exude the most dominant air. The slap-happy grin he gives me just proves it. As much as a girl loves to be thrown around in the bedroom, variety is the spice of life, and I’d never want Hudson to change who he is.

“Well, now that you’ve got me here, what’re you going to do with me?” I grin down at him, laying on his stomach with his head between my legs.

“I can think of a few things,” he chuckles, trailing a light finger up my thigh. Up and up until he reaches my core. He ghosts his finger over my folds, barely brushing my clit, before bringing it back down to the inside of my thigh. Tingles shoot through me, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. It’s strangely erotic, the way he’s lazily touching me. Like he’s got all night and just wants to memorize every inch of me.

The familiarity in the touch alone is enough to have slick dripping from me. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. His eyes never leave mine. Not as his hand drifts up toward my core again. Not as his thumb presses against my clit, moving in tight, maddeningly slow circles. Not as he leans forward and licks where his thumb just was.

His usually laughing eyes are now serious as he licks my pussy in slow, thorough strokes. He grips my thighs right at the junction where my panty line would be and pushes my legs open as far as they’ll go. I gasp as cool air hits me, and then he’s diving in again.

“Oh, Goddess. Don’t stop,” I moan when I feel the familiar warmth spreading through my legs. Hudson keeps up the same pace and pressure, and I start to build… and build…

“Please,” I whimper, just on the edge. Right there. He groans, and the vibration sends me over the edge. The moan I let out is deep and satisfied, and he doesn’t stop lapping at me until my muscles loosen, and I relax into the bed.

Only then does he pull away to kiss up my stomach and chest. Trailing sweet kisses on either side of my neck before pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him–surprisingly sweet–but rather than be put off, it turns me on. This man ismine,and it’s written all over his face.

“Sleepy?” Hudson asks as he pulls away, eyes darting between mine.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, we’re going to have problems,” I growl, knowing he’s worried about keeping me up later.

He leans down to kiss my cheek and then whispers in my ear, “Yes, ma’am.” In seconds, he’s notched at my entrance and slides inside me.

“Fuck.” He shudders, looking down to watch as he thrusts in again and again until he’s seated to the knot. Then he looks back up at me, making eye contact again. Neither of us says another word. I just stare into his usually ocean-blue eyes–that look a little darker right now– as he fucks me. Never increasing his speed. Never breaking eye contact.

All that can be heard in the quiet of the room is the whirring of the ceiling fan and our own moans and sounds of pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, and he drags his hands over every curve and dip of my body.

When his thumb skates over my peaked nipple and pinches harder than I expect, my pussy contracts, squeezing him. His hips stutter for the first time, and he growls. His next thrust is harder. Not fast, just more brutal, like he can’t hold back his alpha from wanting to feel that again.

So I squeeze around him to torture my mate. Tease him.

“Ugh, fuck,” he grunts, and gives another hard thrust. “Do that again, pretty girl.” So I do. He may not be dominant, but he’s still an alpha who can be thrown into a rut. Not a full rut–not outside of a heat–but there is enough of my scent in this room now to drive him crazy.

In a swift move, he rolls over to lay on his back. “Ow, fuck,” he grumbles, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that just hit the wood headboard. I try not to laugh because I’m really turned on right now, but it is a little funny, so a giggle slips through before I can disguise it as a cough.

“Oh, is that funny, little mate?” He arches a brow at me, still rubbing his head, and this time, I don’t try to hide the laugh. His hand drops from his head to grip my waist, bends his legs to plant his heels on the bed, and thrusts up into me. With the new angle, his cock drags along that deliciously sweet spot inside me, and it cuts my laughter off immediately, turning it into a moan. He must have something to prove now because there isn’t any more soft and slow Hudson. Instead, he hammers into me, topping me from the bottom.

I lean back against his thighs so his cock drags along my G-spot with each thrust.Goddess.The pleasure is so intense I could weep from it. My breasts are bouncing with each movement, and the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at them sends me over the edge. I come shouting his name, and he pulls me down hard one last time. His knot locks in me, prolonging my orgasm. Jets of cum coat my insides as he finishes over and over. Perk of a knot. Multiple orgasms for both of us.

I collapse on top of his sweaty chest, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, and I jerk my head up to look at him. But his eyes are closed, and his breathing has evened out. Did he just tell me he loved me and thenfall asleep?

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