Page 149 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
My throat tightens. “You don’t get it—I love this ranch. I love you. All of you. I’m terrified I’ll lose both.”
Walker’s lips press against mine, his words hot and certain: “You’re not losing us. You’re stuck with us. And fuck, I love you so much too.”
“Forever, I love you,” Ridge says simply. No drama, no hesitation, just truth.
Cash tilts my head back against his chest, his eyes burning into mine. “Storm, fire, stampede, we go through it together, my Omega. Love you so much.”
Emotion swells until I can barely breathe.
Walker smiles against my mouth.
Ridge’s thumb strokes my palm like he’s memorizing me.
Every thump of Cash’s heartbeat syncs with mine.
Walker groans low, his knot swelling harder, pressing me full until I swear there’s no part of me left untouched. “Hell, darlin’,” he rasps, forehead slick against mine. “You’re gonna keep us trapped here all day and night.”
I laugh, shaky, raw, already trembling from how much they’ve wrung from me. “And that’s… a problem?”
Cash answers with a rough chuckle that vibrates against my skin. “Not for me. Feels like heaven. Just means round two’s already started, whether you realize it or not.”
The thought alone has me clenching, my body desperate, answering him without words.
Walker shifts his hips just enough to make me gasp, the thick swell of his knot grinding deeper. “See that? Ready again,” he adds with a grin, though the sweat dripping down his temple betrays just how much this is wrecking him too.
“Brag later,” I manage, my voice a hoarse whisper, rolling my hips despite the ache, the impossible stretch. “Prove it.”
Ridge smirks, leaning over Walker to move toward me, his hand tangled in my hair as he closes in, lips brushing my ear. “Careful, gorgeous. You tempt us like this, and we’ll never leave this room.”
My pulse skitters, my body answering before my mouth can. “Good,” I breathe, desperate and delirious. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
And they don’t. Not for minutes. Not for hours. Not until time itself loses meaning and the edges of the world dissolve, leaving only the weight of them, the unrelenting knots binding me to them.
Because this isn’t just biology or heat—it’sus.
If this is what heat is, then I never want it to end.
28
SOPHIA
Confessions of a City Omega
Emerging from the Heat Haze (Or: Your Girl Just Had a Religious Experience)
Dearest Diary,
*Taps microphone*Is this thing on? Can anyone hear me?
I’m asking because I’m pretty sure I just lost four days of my life to the most intense heat I’ve ever experienced. Four. Entire. Days.
I’m writing this from my nest, wrapped in approximately seventeen blankets that smell like my Alphas, and I’m not even sorry about how sappy that sounds.
So. Heat with actual Alphas versus heat at a clinic. Let’s discuss, shall we?
Things Nobody Tells You About Heat with Your Scent-Matched Alphas:
