Page 12 of Omega's Refuge

His words annoyed me, but I ignored them because my eyes were now fixed on the mystery man. I couldn’t look away. My pre-orgasm brain didn’t care anymore that we were being watched. In fact, a part of me started to really like the idea that maybe that person actually was Rex. Maybe Rex was silently watching Steve thrust into me,over and over. Maybe he was wishing it was him instead of Steve.

I wish it was Rex fucking me too.

That realization hit me hard. Guilt washed over me, but even so, instead of rejecting the thought of Rex fucking me, I embraced it. Maybe it was buried resentment at how Steve had betrayed me that made those traitorous thoughts seep into my head. But whatever the reason, I moaned and pleaded for more, fantasizing about Rex’s hands on me, or his mouth on me, or his cock buried so deep I could taste him. I was guilty as hell thinking about Rex instead of Steve, but the fantasy wouldn’t go away. I could just imagine Rex taking what he wanted, and me letting him.

Those traitorous thoughts sent me over the edge. I cried out and came hard, hot white strings painting the tree trunk, and sliding down onto the forest floor. Then Steve was coming too, his fingers digging into my hips. My legs almost gave out, and I closed my eyes as Steve finished inside me.

Shame washed through me as my fantasy about Rex slowly faded. That had been wrong of me. I shouldn’t have let thoughts of Rex take over. Even if the thoughts had been the result of lingering resentments because Steve had cheated, they’d been wrong. Steve was my alpha. He was the only alpha I’d allow inside me, so long as he stayed true to me.

When I opened my eyes, our mystery guest was gone.

And I felt oddly let down.

Chapter Three

The brown and white mare I was sitting on looked a bit like she was napping. She twitched her withers occasionally, and whipped at the flies with her long black tail, but other than that she could have been snoozing.

“You said her name is Spitfire?” I asked, frowning.

Rex nodded, a little twitch of humor moving his lips.

I scratched my head. “I think you should rename her.”

“What would you suggest?” He asked, watching me with his bright gaze.

“Probably Snoring Suzy or Comatose Connie would be better.” I stroked her rough hide as I spoke.

Rex grinned and I felt like I’d won the lottery. His smile was beautiful; an amazing display of straight white teeth and dimples. I knew he didn’t smile easily, so it felt like I’d managed the impossible.

My happy thoughts were interrupted when Steve began grumbling next to me. His horse was the complete opposite of mine. His mount was a big black gelding that couldn’t seem to keep still. It kept prancing around, nudging at everyone else’s horses.

“Tighten up on your reins.” Rex addressed Steve calmly.” You’re giving him way too much lead.”

Steve obeyed, and the gelding seemed to settle down a little. “Thanks,” he said grudgingly.

“No, problem.” Rex gave a curt nod.

Steve gave me a surly glance. “How come you got such a tame ride, and I’m stuck with this punk of a horse?”

I shrugged. “Luck of the draw?”

Giving a suspicious look toward Rex, Steve muttered, “Luck my ass.”

“Do you want to trade?” I offered. I didn’t really want to trade horses. Steve’s gelding was a little too wild for me. But I also didn’t want Steve to be complaining the entire ride.

Before Steve could answer, Rex addressed the group. “How are we all feeling today, folks?”

A happy murmur went through the group.

“Hopefully, you got some rest last night. Today, we’re going to move some cattle from that pen over there”—he pointed toward a large enclosure in the distance that held livestock—”out to the northern pasture. It’s beginner stuff, so most of us should make it back alive.”

Everyone chuckled.

“I’m just joshing. The boys and I will keep you safe. No need to worry about anything. We’re here to have fun, right?” Rex smiled.

“That’s right,” Joe called out cheerfully.

“Okay, then, first we’ll ride to the pen, and then get to movin’ the cattle. Everyone just follow me.” Rex kicked his horse gently and set off, and we followed, showcasing varying degrees of skill. My mare seemed content to trail Rex’s horse, so I didn’t have to do much in the way of steering. Steve’s horse, however, wanted to stay at the barn. It was surprising, seeing as he’d been so frisky, but he didn’t seem to want to budge from that area now.

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