Page 86 of Claiming Their Omega

“Exposed. But she trusts him. She knows he’s going to take care of her in the way that only he knows how,” I answer and write the words at the same time.

“She’s exactly right. And he wants it just as badly as she does,” he says, and I hear him unzipping his pants behind me. My toes curl in anticipation as I narrate what he’s doing in the text. Easton wedges his cock between my lips and starts to push to part them. “Tell me, how does this feel for her? I’ve always wanted to know.”

“Like her entire body is lighting up and coming to life for him,” I say around a moan as he keeps pushing into me. My eyes flutter shut, and my fingers press into the keys. I’m probably littering the document with random key presses, but I don’t give a damn. I’ll clean them up later.

“Stay focused now, princess,” Easton reminds me as he pauses with his cock halfway inside me. He pushes my shirt up my back and rubs my lower back affectionately. “I’ll give you a second to catch up. I don’t want your readers missing out on any little detail.”

“R-right,” I stammer, trying to collect my thoughts.

“Write how it feels to open up like this. To take a man’s cock.”

“It feels like opening up, stretching. Like this is what her body was made for, and his cock was made to fit her perfectly.”

“Mm, I love the sound of that.” My back arches farther as Easton pushes the rest of the way into me. I rock onto my tiptoes as his hips meet mine and let out the breath I’ve been holding. “How does that feel?”

“Complete. Whole.” I try to write, but he starts pulling backward from me and my eyes flutter. My fingers go limp against the keys, and when Easton drives into me again, bottoming out, I whimper. His hands find my waist, holding me still so he can drag himself out. I claw at the keys, struggling to stay focused.

But Easton seems to be losing his concentration to the feeling too. His thrusts quicken, each needier than the last. And when I steal a glance over my shoulder at him, I find his head hanging and his eyes focused on watching his cock disappear in and out of me. His technique is unique compared to the other Alphas, gentler and more tender, but no less intense.

“Are you feeling inspired now?” he asks when he catches me watching him. A smirk splits his face.

“Oh, I’m full of inspiration.” I wink at him, and his smirk turns into a look of determination as he takes a sharp thrust into me. I gasp in surprise and pleasure, and his smirk returns.

“That’s not the only thing you’re about to be full of.”

“Give it to me. Please,” I beg, and it must be all he needs to hear because he grips my hips and starts to drive into me. The room fills with the sound of our bodies clapping together, and I almost feel like we’re racing each other, trying to see who can get to the finish line first.

My head falls forward as my eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure he’s giving me is almost too much to bear. I feel my fingers pressing random keys every time he drives into me, rocking my whole body forward, but I’m too turned on to care.

Eventually, I can’t stand the tension anymore and reach down for my clit, dragging my palm against it in time with his thrusts and turning my breath ragged. It only takes a few passes for my body to tense, and Easton must notice I’m getting close because he goes even faster.

“Show me how good I make you feel, princess,” he encourages as my breath catches and my fingers smash the keyboard. The computer beeps at me, screaming about incorrect inputs, but it’s drowned out by my moaning as I clench around Easton and shudder into release. I’m not even halfway through the coursing feeling when Easton grunts and goes rigid against me. I feel him pulsing inside me, followed by the increasingly familiar stretching of his knot as he expands and locks us together.

We stand frozen in place, each of us trying to catch our breath, until Easton laughs. “What is it?” I ask, and he nods at the computer because it’s still screeching at me. “Oh, oops.” I take my hands off the keys, using the desk to hold myself up, and snort when I see what my writing turned into during our romp:

Fffffffffffffffhhgggglllllllllhhjtjrrrr335555tf222

“What a masterpiece,” Easton says, and we burst out laughing together. Then he lifts me up against him, my back to his chest, and kisses me. “Maybe I wasn’t as much of a help as I meant to be.”

I turn enough to lock eyes with him and grin. “It was worth it.”

Chapter 29

Grace

I start to lose track of the days.

Not really. Not like the way I did when I was in my heat and time didn’t matter, wasn’t even a consideration. More like I can’t quite grasp how much time has passed. It feels like I’ve been on the ranch forever.

I find I don’t mind that idea.

The Alphas start letting me help out with more complicated chores. Cade even lets me join him in milking the cows every morning, something that’s usually his alone time. Jesse teaches me how to lasso, which is a lot more complicated than it looks, and Easton lets me help him with repairing the chicken coop.

It feels not just like they trust I can handle this kind of harder, more complex ranch work, but like they feel I’ll need to know it. Like I’ll be sticking around.

I have to admit, it feeds something inside of me. The physical work, the tangible sense of accomplishment, makes me feel more triumphant than working in an office did. I feel like I can see the fruits of my labor in a literal way that I couldn’t as much when I was sending emails and attending meetings. Everything felt more intangible, then.

I go for more bike riding lessons with Hendrix. Cade comes along too, a couple of times. We have fun, and not just because they like to reward me in very R-rated ways when I do a good job. We take the backroads for a few reasons.

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