Page 107 of Claimed By the Cowboys
Zeke gripped my hips harder as I began to swirl my fingers around my clit, the sounds from deep in my throat drawing deep growling moans from Clay as I sucked him.
“Fuck, I can feel your pussy gripping me even tighter when you touch yourself, Pipes,” Zeke gritted out, his hands moving up from my hips to cup my bouncing breasts, his fingers pinching at my rock-hard nipples.
The added sensation set my legs shaking, the wave of an orgasm ready to break over me.
“That’s it, duchess. Come on Zeke’s knot. I want you to be ready for me.” Clay growled just as he popped his cock free of my mouth.
At his command, the climax claimed me. I cried out as Zeke’s knot pushed inside me, the stretch so intense.
“Pipes! Ugh!” Zeke barked out as his hips stuttered against my ass, his body curving over mine as he poured himself inside me.
Almost as soon as the two of us stopped moving, we fell into the blankets, gasping for air. Zeke was the big spoon, with his arm thrown over my waist, our bodies still joined together.
Even though I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my limbs, making them heavy, my breathing shallow and even, as if I might be about to drift off to sleep, my omega instincts made me begin to rally at the sight of Clay, my pack lead.
“There she is.” Clay grinned at me as I looked up at him, pierced cock hard in his hand, knot full and pulsing gently. “Our dirty little duchess, already looking to come again,” he purred, cupping his heavy balls as he stroked himself.
I whined in protest at being so easily called out, but I couldn’t deny it. The heat had made me insatiable. Even though Zeke was still held tight inside my pussy, I wanted Clay and his pierced cock to strum me from the inside before he sank his knot into me.
“Sweet Mercy,” Zeke groaned, pressing a tired kiss to the round of my shoulder. “I can feel how excited she’s getting just thinking about it.” He gave a gentle rock backward, testing to see if his knot had gone down enough to withdraw, but he couldn’t pull out yet.
“We’ve got plenty of time. I have no place I’d rather be.” Clay grinned, walking back on his knees to give us a bit more space, opening up a place in the nest for me to move to once I could break free.
It felt like ages of quiet breathing until Zeke finally levered his hips backward, and I crawled into the open space and lay flat on my back, my head resting on several pillows.
“Piper Blackwood,” Clay rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice. “You may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He sighed as he pressed a kiss to my lips, then began to lay a path of them along my jaw, over my clavicles, down my sternum, across my belly, until suddenly his lips and tongue were between my legs.
“The sweetest I’ve ever tasted, too,” Clay growled as he closed his lips over my swollen clit.
The others drifted toward the bank of pillows I rested on; the twins toying with my nipples, Zeke occasionally dipping down to give me an open-mouth kiss as I whined and wailed while Clay devoured my pussy.
Suddenly Clay’s tongue began to flick hard and fast over my clit, two of his thick fingers curling inside me, stroking my tender G-spot.
“Oh!” I cried out, my back snapping into a high arch, my legs squeezing against the sides of Clay’s head as I came.
“Good girl,” Clay praised me as he emerged from between my thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a fire in his hazel eyes. “I think you’re just about ready for me now, duchess.”
The others withdrew as I reached for Clay, holding back tears of desperation as I sobbed, “Please, Clay—I need your knot.”
Slick flowed from between my legs, soaking the blankets beneath me, but Clay didn’t seem to notice or care as he poured himself over me. Our mouths fused as he pushed his cock inside me, my legs wrapping around his hips as the rungs of his Jacob’s ladder stroked the walls of my pussy.
“Clay, oh god,” I whined, clinging to his neck for dear life as he pumped his cock in and out of me. His knot pressed insistently at my pussy lips each time it slammed against me.
“Don’t fight it, duchess.” His breath came in fits and starts as he fucked me relentlessly. “You come on this cock as much as your body can take.”
“I’m so close,” I mewled pathetically.
“Fuck, when you make those faces while your slick little pussy gets so tight…” Clay grunted, our bodies grinding with increasing desperation.
“Clay,” I gasped out, my eyes boring into his, my orgasm right on the edge.
He clasped my face with both hands as he drew his hips back one final time.
“I love you, Piper Blackwood,” Clay managed before he slammed his knot home, my body igniting as my orgasm tore through me like a wildfire. All my muscles tightened to their limit around Clay’s pierced cock and swollen knot as he emptied himself inside me.
The room was a collection of hard breathing and low chuckles as we all came down from the frenzy. The heat seemed to have backed off enough now that I could think, and I immediately crawled to a fresh spot in the blankets that wasn’t drenched.
