And lots of his pheromones.
All of them.
I want to bury my face in his throat and wallow in his sweaty skin.
Damn.
I might be losing it.
I’m foggy, and my mind is muted and hazy. This is why they warn omegas that the closer they get to a heat, they should only surround themselves with alphas they feel safe with.
A low growl fills the air, and I don’t have to look up to understand it comes from my husband.
“Thank fuck,” Hawk says, his voice hoarse. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s see if we can get you that knot you’ve been begging for.” He pulls me up with him and rearranges us on the couch. I end up kinda kneeling next to him but mostly leaning against his chest.
His belt and jeans hang open from when we first came into Moretti’s office. Hawk slammed my back against the wall just next to the door, kissing me senseless. It worked for a while, until I smartened up. I thought I was being sneaky, but he caught on the second I stuck my hand down the front of his boxers.
My body pulses with heat, and sweat beads on my skin and at my hairline.
I slide down Hawk’s front, my tits brushing against his side and stomach. It’s not a smooth transition, but it succeeds in getting me at eye level with his pelvis.
“Push up!” I demand, ripping at the waistband of his jeans. I intend to pull down his boxers in one go. Then I’m going to make him come in my mouth.
Only, Moretti loops his arm under me, lifting me off the couch.
“You heard my wife,” he says, placing me on the floor between Hawk’s boots. “She’s going to suck you off while I give her my knot.”
My insides light up, and I nod wildly. “Please, Hawk?”
The bun on the top of his head bounces as he curses under his breath, pushing up enough that he can shove his jeans and boxers down just past his knees.
I dive forward and almost laugh.
His boxers make a perfect little hammock to help hold my tits. Except I freeze as I get a look at his cock.
It’s big.
Incredibly thick.
Maybe not as long as Moretti’s, but so much thicker.
Like painfully thick.
Or it could be amazing.
I bet the stretch would be intense but wonderful.
Moretti’s belt jingles from behind me, and an ominous zipping sound fills the air, making me shiver. Not being able to see what he’s doing heightens the anticipation.
Hawk’s crown weeps, and I wrap my hand around him. Swiping my thumb over the precum, I bring it to my lips and suck it from my skin before I can stop myself.
He’s salty, and it tastes slightly smoky but so good.
Bringing my hand to his shaft once more, I lean in and flick my tongue over his tip. I grip his knot with my other palm, and he seems to like the pressure as he thrusts up into my mouth.
I have no idea what I’m doing, so my goal is just to try my best.
I’m sure enthusiasm will make up for my lack of experience.
