Page 14 of Wild Omegas
“Here you are, boys!” I offer the tray with a smile and a little pep in my step. Choosing to be lighter is making mefeellighter.
They each gratefully take a glass. The conversation continues and I jump in, but I can’t help but notice Luke’s hands flexing or Carson’s pupils dilating or the way Brooks keeps shifting his stance. Their scents—cedar, campfire smoke, and whisky—get stronger the longer we stand there until all three are staring at me.
I feel like a pinned animal. Cornered. I kind of love it. But it’s intense, and under the hint of enjoyment and being turned on by it, I’m intimidated as hell. And torn.
How far do I let these alphas in?
“I’ll let you all get back to work.” I excuse myself while I try to sort out these thoughts. I watch from the front window as Samuel pulls away from the ranch and the alphas start sorting supplies and I think…
No, IknowI’m attracted to Wild Skies Pack. God, I am. And it’s clear they’re equally as attracted to me. If I let down these walls and invite them in, will they follow? Are they eveninterested?
I glance down at my yellow sun-dress and remember the way they all reacted to it.
Oh yes. I think they’re interested. A rough shiver shoots down my spine to my core at the thought of it. Three cowboy alphas all for me on the ranch with not another human soul for miles.
It sounds like a good life to me, even with the risks. And now that the thought is in my mind it’s like there’s a freeway forotherthoughts.
Luke’s firm hands breaking me like a wild mare. Brooks’s hot gaze searing me from head to toe. Carson’s touch under my knees.
Oh hell.My cheeks flush and my knees press together. Arousal blooms and coils tight in my core. I find myself laying back on my bed, right in the middle, and thinking of them surrounding me. All three alphas, all at once. Brows slicked with sweat from work. Their shirts off. Their smart mouths placing kisses along my neck and arms, my collar bones.
I bite my lip at the thought. Butterflies take flight in my core. The image of them all in this bed with me is far too hot, and it’s been… far too long since I’ve even gottenmyselfoff. It’s been even longer since I’ve slept with anyone.
My fingers find the hem of my skirt. I lift it while envisioning it’s the alphas doing so. One hand dips below my panties and the other grips one breast. I moan and lift my hips off the bed.
I pretend it’s Luke’s mouth on my breast and Carson’s fingers on my clit. I pretend it’s Brooks’s hard length at my entrance when I slip two fingers inside.
The fantasy and how long it’s been since the last time take me to the edge quickly. I have no idea if it will ever become reality, but Idoknow that the way my body coils around the pleasure and rides it over the edge into an orgasm is natural. It’s easy.
It’s deeply satisfying.
I lay there breathless after and wonder if I was too loud.
I don’t know if I actually care.
All I know is that if I want this fantasy to become a reality—and Idowant it to become real, to my surprise—then I have to show them I fit in here. That Iwantthem to stay now, not just because of what they do for the ranch, but for what it could mean as anus.
Although… maybe in some slightly more appropriate clothing.
CHAPTER 8
Carson
Josie is fucking with us.I have no reason to think otherwise. She’s spent a day with each of us learning our jobs and processes around the ranch. She’s started baking every day. Sometimes muffins or cookies, other times simply loaves of bread.
But she is fucking with us.
That tight yellow sun-dress. God, I cannot get it out of my mind. How it hugged her tight curves. How it showed off her collar bones. How all I can think of is running my hand up her thighs, tucking up the dress with it, until the source of her omega floral and honey scent is revealed for me to devour.
How I want to spread her over a table and enjoy.
Fuck.
I remove my thumb from the top of the hose, which I was using to water this section of garden. There’s a part of me that wishes that thumb was pressed elsewhere.
“Holy shit.” I hiss and throw the hose away. This fucking omega is consuming every single thought.
One day she seems to not stand the sight of us.
