Page 27 of Wild Omegas
“I was looking for a quiet place to rest and reset my nervous system and health.” I chuckle a little. “I couldn’t do what Brooks and Luke do with the animals. But plants I can handle, and landscaping.” I flex my free hand. “It feels good to work with my hands. To actually make a measurable difference in something aside from stock values.”
Josie leans in and places her head on my shoulder. The gentle intimacy of the movement sends a warmth running through me. “I was a city girl before everything. I understand.”
“But a baker,” I clarify. “That’s plenty of work with your hands.”
I catch a sad smile on her face and then she nods. “It was, yeah. But having a slower life here is everything.”
I wrap an arm around her and pull her close. Whatever is weighing her down is something she can’t hold alone. But I can’t pry it from her. All I can do is be there when she’s ready to share and hope she doesn’t crash out at the same time. “Well, I for one am happy you’re here, Josie.”
“Me too.” She turns her head toward me. Her gaze finds my lips, a silent request.
I lean in and kiss her softly. May she never need to ask again. I’d kiss Josie all day long if she wanted. Her full lips brush mine and open to allow our tongues to dance. She shifts against me so we’re closer to facing each other. But it’s not enough as she tries to wrap an arm around me, too. The angle is off. She makes afrustrated sound in her throat before moving and swinging a leg over my lap so she’s straddling me.
I run my hands all over her back and keep her pressed close. Her kisses become desperate. Her fingers twine into my hair and hold my face to hers as she purrs. My inner alpha groans with arousal at the sound of that purr, of the feel of her hips against mine. I can’t stop the erection, and I can’t—won’t—stop Josie as she starts to grind against it. The kiss that started out soft has turned into an inferno in a matter of seconds.
I pull back so we can both gasp for breath as Josie grinds her center against my erection, both of us still fully clothed. She rides me like the bull at the bar last night.
“Carson, please.”
I meet her gaze and hold it while she grinds away. “Please what?”
She dips her head down to kiss me. Our tongues dance again until she whispers, “I want you.”
“You’re not sore after last night?” I need to be sure. Having two knots at once is a lot for any omega.
She whimpers. “I am. But I need you.”
I hold her face. The tips of my fingers thread into her hair. “Another way, then.” My free hand leaves a train down her tank top to her jeans. I undo the button and zipper and slip my hand underneath her underwear and between her legs while I shift my knees to widen her straddle. She’s already wet from the kiss. Soaked really. Her floral and honey scent spills forth and cocoons us without anything keeping it inside.
“Mmm,” I purr as we press our foreheads together. “What a good angel. So wet for her alpha already.” My fingers brush her slit lovingly but purposely ignoring what she wants.
Josie shifts her hips a little. “Please, Carson.” Her fingers pull my head down and she captures my lips with her own.
We kiss again. The intensity of it burns straight through me to my cock. Her wet slit makes pleasuring her easy and smooth as my fingers dance through her slick. My thumb finds her clit and I plunge two fingers right inside. The angle isn’t the most efficient, but I’m not moving Josie from my lap for a single second.
She rides my hand and moans against my lips. “Yes. Carson.” She gaps my name like a prayer.
I want to hear her say my name like that for the rest of my existence.
I thrust my fingers into her faster and faster, settling into a rhythm once I find that perfect spot that has her thighs clenching around mine like she’s riding a horse. Her body coils tight and, slowly, she starts arching backward.
“Carson,” she pleads.
“Cum for me, Josie.”
Her walls clamp down around my fingers and she cums hard, a deep moan rolling off her lips. I keep thrusting my fingers into her until she cums a second time, so intense I have to fight to keep her legs spread. When I finally withdraw my fingers from her jeans, she looks back down at me with such grateful eyes that it squeezes at my heart.
“Josie—”
She kisses me again. Fiercely. I hold her to me until she finally pulls back and shifts down from my lap to kneel before me. It’s then I realize what she means to do.
“You don’t have to,” I said. “I wantedyouto feel amazing.”
She smiles playfully up at me. “And I do. Now I wantyou.” Her small fingers pry open my belt buckle. My cock strains against my jeans so the second the buckle and the top of my jeans are open, it springs free.
Josie’s eyes go wide and she stares in awe of it as if she’s never seen it before. Reverently, she takes my length in bothhands and leans in. The tip of her tongue touches the head of my cockjustso. I nearly lose it. My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Josie slowly, so achingly slow, wraps her tongue around my entire head and moves one hand up along my shaft. She’s taking her time. It’s not at all like last night’s desperate clawing and lust. Josie is devouring me centimeter by fucking centimeter.
