Page 34 of Wild Omegas
Each alpha. Each knot.
I wrap an arm around his neck and draw him in for a kiss. Luke claims my mouth with his tongue. It’s a desperate dance, quick and fiery, and it completely ignores the conversation we just had. But it’s getting harder to think on top of being warmer. My heat has never come on so suddenly before. So intensely. Is this what it’s like for all omegas in packs?
Luke pulls back from the kiss. “Tell me what you want, Josie.”
At first I think he’s asking because he’s not sure of the answer. But that’s not it at all. The somber intensity in his eyes says it all.
He wants me to tell him exactly what I want him to do to help me through this heat.
A boldness unlike anything I’ve felt before spirits me into action. I slip on to my tiptoes and pull his mouth back to mine. I command the kiss and send us into a spiral of intensity only remedied by movement. I slip my hands across his t-shirt-covered chest and push him backward. We walk this way until his back hits a stall door and then I turn him so it’s my back against it. His fingers twine into my hair and form a fist, keeping me there while our tongues dance.
When we finally pull back, gasping for breath, I look right into his darkened eyes. “I want your knot, Luke. I want all of your knots. My whole pack, right now.”
A hazy, lust-filled look grips Luke’s eyes. “I think they’re occupied at the moment and you’re burning right up. I’m happy to oblige you until we’re all back at the house together.”
He’s right about that: Iamburning up.
I rip open my button-down plaid shirt and go to lift up my tank top. “Give me your knot.”
Luke’s hands still over mine before I can get the tank top over my head. “Are you sure? You’re in heat… your scent is overwhelming. I’m…” His fingers white-knuckle around my tank top. “Control might not be something I can maintain right now.”
“Don’t then,” I whisper. “I don’t want you in control, Luke. I want you as wild as I feel right now.” I draw his mouth back to mine for a moment. “I wantyou.”
Luke’s hands drop mine and my tank top. They grip the top of my jeans and pop open the button. He tears down my jeans to the barn floor. “My omega will always get what she desires.”
He kneels to the floor.
I think I might start sobbing.
Luke’s hands travel between my thighs. My head arcs back against the stall door before his tongue finds my slit. I whimper, my legs shaking, as his tongue begins to explore everything but where I need him most. It’s all so much more intense than sexoutside of heat. Every sensation is five times justmore. My slick is free-flowing, coating him and my thighs already. Luke laps it up while humming happily, but what he’snotdoing is giving me the one thing Ineedright now.
I grip his hair and hold his face in place. “Eat me out, Luke. Then give me your damn knot. Stop taking your time.”
Luke growls. It sends an excited shiver straight down my spine to my toes and back up again to my core. “I’m the one giving commands.”
I tighten my grip on his hair. “Not today.” Not while this heat is burning me alive, making me far bolder than usual, far more needy. If Luke isn’t going to satisfy me, then I’ll do it myself. I need relief. I’m burning up, my body aches from my breasts to my core. It longs for alphas and the relief only they can bring.
Another whimper escapes me as his fingers explore around my entrance but not inside. Not that fingers will suffice, but at least it’d besomething.
“Luke, please,” I beg.
He reaches up with one hand and removes my hand from his hair. “Then put your hands on the stall door.”
My brow furrows but I do as commanded. “Please.”
Luke looks up at me. “Keep them there or I stop.”
I nod hurriedly. Whatever gets him back between my legs. “Yes sir.”
Luke’s eyes narrow. He smiles, then dives back in. His tongue brushes my clit and I nearly scream from the pleasure and its intensity. I gasp for breath. Luke drives two fingers into me and starts working me from both inside and out. Pleasure wracks my body. My toes curl and my legs feel like jelly. Luke hikes my leg over one of his shoulders and that helps but goodgod.
I reach out to hold his head again for support but the second my fingers touch his hair Luke stops the glorious devouring of my core.
I bang my head back against the door. “Please, Luke.”
“Hands,” he commands while staring intensely at me.
My chest heaves with every breath. My heartbeat thuds in my ears. I nod and remove my hands, place them back on the stall door, and only then does Luke return to his work.
