Page 31 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

“I swear,” Mary said, “if either of you says ‘breathe’ again, I will make this weird.”

I smiled against her mouth. “Then don’t breathe.”

She laughed, and I pushed inside her on that laugh. The sound broke into a moan.

Heat closed around me, slick and tight, and for a moment the room narrowed to the brutal perfection of being inside her while Hudson held her steady against him. I stopped halfway because she was shaking.

“Too much?”

“No.”

“Mary.”

“No, it’s not too much. It’s just…” Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “It’s you.”

I closed my eyes.

Hudson pressed his mouth to her hair. “We’ve got you.”

She nodded once.

I pushed the rest of the way inside her.

Her body took me like it had been waiting. The pain in her scent changed, not gone but different. Violet now wound around us. Hudson groaned low behind her as if he felt every inch of it through our shared air.

“You’ve gone very quiet,” I said.

“I’m concentrating.”

“On what?”

“Not saying anything I’ll have to live with afterward.”

Hudson’s mouth moved against her shoulder. “Too late. You said you chose us.”

“I said nothing of the kind.”

“You said it twice.”

“That was for my heat.”

I listened to her body instead of her impatience, building the rhythm until her complaints broke apart into gasps. Hudson kissed her neck, her jaw, the side of her face. His hands stayed busy and careful, one on her breast, one low on her belly, grounding her as I drove into her.

“Lincoln. Faster.”

I wanted to knot her. God, I wanted it.

The base of my cock thickened, my body pushing toward the lock her heat was begging for. I kept my pace controlled, jaw clenched, waiting for the question that had to come from her.

Mary’s hips rolled up to meet me, trying to force the depth she wanted. Hudson’s arm banded tighter across her ribs, pinning her so she could only take what I gave. His other hand slid lower, fingers spreading over the place where we were joined, feeling every slow thrust, every wet drag of me pulling almost free before I sank back in.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her temple. “She’s soaking you.”

“I know.” My voice came out rough. “Feel that, Mary? How tight you get every time I bottom out?”

She made a broken sound that wasn’t quite a word. Her nails scored down my back. Hudson caught one of her wrists and guided it lower, pressing her own fingers to the stretch of her entrance around me so she could feel it too.

“That’s what you do to him,” he said, low and deliberate. “That’s what your heat does to both of us.”