Page 33 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

“It’s real,” I said. “Your body’s begging for it. Slick and open and so fucking hungry for our knots and cum. We’re going to keep you knotted, stuffed, shaking until your heat settles with our cum locked inside you.”

“Oh my God,” she whimpered.

Hudson’s free hand slid up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her jolt. “Look at her, Lincoln. Already so full she’s leaking around your knot. Messy little omega.”

I watched the way her stomach fluttered with every aftershock, the way her thighs trembled around my hips. The base of my cock was still locked solid, and every tiny movement forced more of my release against the deepest part of her.

“Again,” I ordered.

“I can’t—“

Hudson’s fingers sped up. “You can. You’re going to. We’re not stopping until you’re sobbing and dripping and so overstimulated you can’t remember how to argue.”

Mary broke on the next orgasm. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. I kissed them away while the knot finally began to soften. It was just enough that I could ease out and a thick rush of cum rippled down her thighs.

Mary made a broken sound at the sudden emptiness but Hudson didn’t give her a second of relief. He lifted her just enough, lined up, and sank into her in one smooth, deep thrust. Mary’s scream was pure overstimulated ecstasy. Her nails dug into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

“Alpha—“

“I know, baby.” His voice was wrecked already. “I can feel how wet you are? That’s Lincoln’s cum I’m fucking into you. We’re going to breed you properly.”

I stayed right there, kissing her open mouth, pinching her clit between two fingers, not letting her come down for even a second. Every time she tried to twist away from the intensity, Hudson’s arm locked tighter across her ribs and I held her thighs open wider.

“Too much,” she sobbed, even as her hips rolled to meet every thrust. “It’s too much—I can’t—“

“Are you telling me to stop?” Hudson asked.

Maybe we were already getting carried away. I nodded once to him.

Mary noticed. “Yes… No. I want this.”

“You do,” Hudson whispered against her neck. “You’re going to come again with me inside you. Then you’re going to take my knot too. And then you can rest.”

I rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles timed to his thrusts. “Come, Mary. Come for us.”

She shattered as an orgasm hit her so hard her whole body locked, then convulsed. Hudson growled and drove in deep, holding her steady as he locked his knot inside her, and then he came with a roar.

Mary cried out, overstimulated past the point of coherence, soft broken whimpers spilling out of her with every throb of his knot.

I kept touching her through it. Kept her clit sensitive and aching.

Kept whispering against her mouth. “That’s our good girl. You can rest now, but we’re not done, Mary. Not until this heat is satisfied and you’re so full of our cum it’s dripping down your thighs for days.”

Hudson’s hand found mine over her belly, pressing down just above where he was locked inside her, as if he could feel the fullness.

“Ours,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. “This heat. This body. Whatever comes of it.”

Mary’s only answer was a shattered little moan as another aftershock rolled through her. Behind her, Hudson’s breathing changed. I had never once heard that sound out of him.

“Hudson,” I warned him.

“I’m here.”

“Look at me.”

He lifted his head. His eyes had gone black nearly to the rim.

“I’m not going to lose control,” he said.