I start rocking into her, slow at first, savoring the drag of her slick along my cock. She gives in fully to her Omega side then—head tilting to expose her neck, tongue lapping at my throat in desperate licks, tasting my scent gland.
It’s primal, her instincts driving her to mark me even as I claim her. Her legs tighten, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
“More,” she whines, scratching down my back, nails raking red trails that sting and spur me on. I pick up the pace, hips snapping harder, the bed creaking under us.
Each thrust bottoms out, my knot bumping against her entrance, swelling but not locking—I have to pull back every few strokes, breathing ragged, fighting the urge to knot her fully.
We don’t have time; the world outside waits—cattle, family, work—but here, it’s just us, stealing this heat-fueled frenzy.
My hand slips between us, fingers finding her swollen clit. She’s so slick under my touch.
I rub it in firm circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling it pulse against my pads. She keens, body arching, her licks turning to nips at my neck as her scratches deepen.
“That’s it, take it all,” I growl, pounding into her while my fingers work her over the edge.
Her walls spasm, climax crashing through her as she screams my name, slick flooding around my cock. I follow seconds later, pulling out just in time to avoid the knot, spilling into the condom with a guttural roar.
We collapse together, breaths mingling, my forehead against hers.
“One day, I’ll walk through that front door instead of the window,” I whisper, holding her close as the aftershocks fade.
She laughs softly, curling a hand around the back of my neck. “You’d miss the climb.” Her chest’s rising and falling in soft, uneven breaths, curls stuck to her damp forehead.
Her scent is thick in the air, warm and sweet, pulling at that part of me that always wants more of her. I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, letting the moment settle before I peel myself away from her and roll onto my back.
For a second, neither of us moves. Her toes brush my calf. Her fingers trail along my stomach.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then pull myself upright, the room still smelling like us. I get rid of the used condom and grab the edge of her throw blanket, wiping myself off.
She sits up slowly, cheeks still flushed, curls all rumpled, looking so damn gorgeous, my chest tightens.
“We made such a mess,” she whispers.
“I’ll help you with the laundry.”
She reaches for a tissue on her nightstand, cleaning herself up with little huffs of breath, like she’s still trying to get her bearings. “It’s okay. I’ve got it. I’ll put in a load this evening.”
I steal a kiss against her temple. “C’mere,” I mumble, pulling her into another slower kiss.
“We should… you know,” she says, laughing as she gestures around the room.
“Put clothes back on so your dad doesn’t find me naked in your bedroom?” I tease, nibbling at her jaw.
“That’d be ideal.”
“There’s no way he would come back here in the middle of a workday, right?”
We untangle ourselves and start getting dressed. I tug on my jeans and flannel while she hunts for her bra, tossing clothes around until she finds it.
She bends to grab a fresh pair of panties from the drawer, and I watch shamelessly as she steps into them.
They’re soft cotton, pale pink, hugging her hips in a way that makes something low in my stomach pull tight all over again.
She catches me staring and shakes her head. “Billy, we don’t have time.”
“We could make time,” I murmur.
She swats my arm. “Nope. Sandwiches first. Then you’re gonna go back to the ranch before your brothers kill you.”
