Page 188 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

Hudson’s mouth went to her throat as I held my dick and guided myself inside her slick heat, slowly.

Mary’s breath broke, and I stopped at once.

“Too much?”

“No.” Her nails bit into my shoulder. “Don’t stop. It’s good.”

So I didn’t. Slick helped. Patience helped more. She took me inch by inch, hot and tight and trembling, while Hudson held her from behind and murmured filthy, beautiful things against her ear.

“You’re so beautiful between us.”

Mary’s scent flooded the nest.

“Do you want to feel us together?” he added.

“Terrible alphas, tempting me in my hour of need,” she whispered, but her hand found Hudson’s wrist. “Together.”

“Are you sure?” Hudson asked.

Her eyes filled, and then she smiled. “I need this to be just us for a little longer. I want my alphas inside me.”

Hudson’s breath left him in a rough exhale against her neck. He shifted behind her, one big hand sliding down to cradle the back of her thigh. He lifted her leg, opening her wider, and the movement made her clench so hard I saw stars.

“Just the tip first,” he murmured, voice low and careful. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Mary’s fingers tightened on his wrist. “Both of you. Together. Inside me.”

I felt the blunt pressure of him nudging against the place where I was already buried deep. The head of his cock rubbed along the underside of mine as he pressed in, slow and steady.

Mary’s moan broke open between us, soft and shattered. Her walls fluttered around me, stretching further, impossibly tight as the friction of Hudson’s shaft slid against mine, sending a raw jolt straight up my spine.

“Fuck—“ I gritted out, forehead dropping to hers. I felt every ridge of him, the slow, careful way he fed himself into her, inch by inch, until he was seated fully and we were both locked inside the same scorching heat.

“Don’t knot me together.” Mary groaned as her head tipped back against Hudson’s shoulder. Her scent spiked, sweet and overwhelming, flooding the nest until I could taste it. She was so full she trembled between us as the soft, broken sounds she made were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

Hudson stilled, giving her time. His hand stayed under her thigh, holding her open. I kissed her lips.

“Okay?” Hudson asked against her ear.

She nodded, eyes glassy, lips parted. “Move. Please—both of you.”

We started careful. Hudson drew back a fraction as I stayed deep and rolled my hips in a slow grind. Then I eased out as he pushed in, a deliberate, sliding friction that made Mary’s moan turn into a whimper. We found a rhythm together that was shallow at first, knowing the way her body accepted both of us.

Every thrust dragged Hudson’s cock along mine, and every time we bottomed out she clenched around us like she was trying to keep us there forever.

Her hands scrambled for purchase, one on my shoulder, one reaching back to tangle in Hudson’s hair. We kept the pace slow, because anything faster felt like it might break the fragile, overwhelming rightness of the moment.

Wet sounds of us moving inside her filled the nest. Her scent. Our scents. The quiet, awed curses that slipped from Hudson’s mouth.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, anywhere I could reach while we rocked into her together.

And we did move together. Our omega was full of us and full of our children, and I wasn’t sure I had ever understood the word sacred until then.

She wasn’t the frantic omega in a hotel heat.

She wasn’t the frightened woman who had tried to leave before she could be sent.

She was Mary, clear-eyed and swollen with our babies, asking for us, taking us, choosing the bond with every breath.