Page 32 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

She moaned and I fucked her deeper then, controlled, but harder. The wet slap of it loud in the quiet room. Each time I drove in I ground against her, letting the swollen base of my cock kiss her entrance without locking, teasing the knot she was already starting to push back for. Her scent spiked, sweet and desperate, and Hudson’s answering growl vibrated against her spine.

“Ask me,” I said against her mouth.

She shook her head, stubborn even now, even with her legs trembling around my hips and her body trying to pull me deeper.

Hudson’s fingers found her clit, two of them slick with her, rubbing in tight circles timed to my thrusts. “Ask him, omega. Or I’ll keep you right here on the edge until your heat makes you beg for both of us to take you together.”

Mary’s laugh cracked into a moan. “You’re both bastards.”

“Alphas.” I snapped my hips harder, once, twice, three times. All deep, punishing strokes that forced a cry out of her. “And you’re still not asking.”

Her free hand fisted in Hudson’s hair behind her. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown. The fight was still there, but it was starting to fray.

“Lincoln—“

“Yes.”

“If you knot me—“

“When.”

She swallowed hard. Hudson’s hand on her throat tightened just enough to make her pulse jump under his palm.

“When you knot me,” she corrected, voice wrecked, “I want to feel it stretching me. Don’t let yourself deflate until I’m finished.”

That was all I needed. My knot pulsed and I drove into her, breaching her until I was at the hilt. Then the knot swelled, thick and relentless, locking us together with a pressure that made her whole body seize.

Mary’s cry went high and sharp, and Hudson held her through it, murmuring filthy praise against her ear while I ground against her, locked deep, pulsing hard enough that she could feel every throb. Her walls clenched around the knot like she was trying to milk it, and the first thick pulse of my release hit her so hard her eyes rolled.

Hudson’s fingers worked her clit. He kept her right there, trembling and overstimulated, while I stayed buried to the root, filling her in long, heavy spurts that had no end.

Mary’s scent broke open completely. Violet and heat and pure, wrecked satisfaction.

Hudson groaned like he could taste it.

“That’s it,” he said in her ear, voice dark with want. “Take all of it. Every drop. You’re not walking away from this, Mary. Neither of us is.”

I kissed her through the aftershocks, swallowing the broken sounds she made while the knot held us locked and throbbing. Her body kept fluttering around me, greedy even now.

Hudson’s mouth brushed her ear one more time. “When he softens… I’m going to fill you.”

Mary’s answering whimper was pure surrender.

I didn’t give her time to come down.

The knot was still swollen tight, sealing every pulse of cum deep inside her. I rolled my hips in tiny, grinding circles, while Hudson’s fingers stayed ruthless on her clit.

“Lincoln— It’s too much—“

“No such thing,” I said against her mouth. “You’re going to come on this knot again. Then you’re going to come while Hudson fucks it deeper. We’re putting a baby in you tonight, Mary. That’s what a heat is for.”

Her whole body jerked as a fresh, helpless orgasm ripped through her, and her walls clamped so hard around the knot that I hissed and spilled another thick pulse into her.

Hudson laughed low, never easing up on her clit.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “He’s breeding you. Filling that womb until it’s dripping. Is that what you want to hear, omega?”

“I know this isn’t real, but—“ The protest died when I ground deeper, knot tugging at her stretched entrance. Mary’s head fell back against Hudson’s shoulder, mouth open on a silent cry.