Page 62 of Claimed By the Cowboys
Sadly for him, Maisie now wanted cuddles with Daddy M.
“I’ll get you back for this,” he grumbled.
“I look forward to it.” I smirked. “Bye, sweet girl! Have fun!” I kissed the top of her head before dashing out of the room, to the kitchen, where Piper was already cleaning up.
“Is there a timer on?” I asked. Piper nodded. “Perfect, Montana can get the bread out of the oven. Now you’re mine!” I declared, scooping her up bridal style and striding down the hall toward her bedroom, enjoying the sound of her giggles as we went.
“Dakota! What are you doing?” she asked through laughter.
“Well, pretty girl, you got awfully messy—I think a shower is in order.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me as we entered the bathroom. “I think I can shower alone…”
“But why would you?” I asked, putting her down with wide eyes. “Safety in numbers! Slippery showers could cause issues…” As I spoke, I reached into the shower and turned on the waterfall showerhead.
Piper cocked her head to the side, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You know, you’re right. Maybe I should get Clay, seeing as you’re so—hey!” She was cut off with a laugh as I turned the shower on, dragging both of us in there fully clothed.
“Dakota!” she laughed as water rained down on us. Her sundress was already thin, so within seconds, it was clinging to her like a second skin. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh no, look how wet your pretty dress is!” I gasped playfully. “I guess we’d better remove it.”
Piper shook her head with a laugh. “Oh no, I think your clothes also need to come off.”
“Easily remedied,” I said, whipping my shirt off with shocking speed before reaching for the buckle on my jeans.
Wet denim wasn’t the easiest thing to remove, but I wasn’t going to let anything slow me down on my mission to get me and my pretty omega very naked and so dirty that we’d need another shower.
Piper leaned back against the shower wall, her hair now falling in damp tendrils around her face as she watched me hungrily.
As soon as the offending fabric was off my body and thrown in a corner, my attention turned to Piper. Grabbing the hem of her dress, I pulled it over her head, leaving her in only a tiny pair of panties.
I wanted to rip them off with my teeth.
“Fuck me, alpha,” she whispered in that sweet and sultry voice that almost brought me to my knees.
Her words unleashed something in me. I went from hovering near her to pressing her up against the tiles, our lips crashing together hungrily. Addiction was a slippery slope, but I was swiftly becoming obsessed with the taste of Piper Blackwood.
Good thing she belonged to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said as I looked down at her, shameless in my perusal of her body. My hand reached out, running a finger over her nipple and smirking when it puckered from the attention.
“Dakota,” she whimpered, my name a beautiful prayer on her lips.
“Feeling a little needy, are we?” I asked with a chuckle, my hand trailing down and brushing against her folds, making her mewl with need.
What other sounds could I pull out of her?
“Just think about how good it’ll feel to be stretched out over your alpha's cock,” I hummed nipping at her neck, finding mybonding mark and sucking on the skin. She tasted like sunshine and was utterly mine.
“More,” she growled and leaned forward, nipping at my shoulder right over my bonding mark, sending sparks over my skin.
“Don’t do that, pretty girl, unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences,” I said, my voice thicker than usual.
“And what are those?” she asked, her voice turning to a strangled moan as my fingers slid deep, finding that sweet spot inside that made her see stars.
“My cock,” I rumbled, “buried to the hilt in this sweet, perfect, slick-coated pussy.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my fingers, making Piper squirm. Her walls were already starting to tighten. I was getting her there so fast I wanted to shout in pride, but that could wait.
Piper peered up at me, her expression defiant, before she leaned forward and bit my bond mark. Hard.
