Page 120 of Knot Her Cowboys
Riley trembled like a leaf in the wind between all of us. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her panting breath puffed out between each stroke.
Every descent into her slick heat pushed me closer to the edge. It was unfair of her to be this beautiful and perfect, and to smell like absolute floral sin.
I didn’t stand a fucking chance when she shifted, grabbing my hair and dragging my mouth to hers. The sheer desperation of her lips against mine undid me, and her satisfied scream rang through me as my knot swelled.
I couldn’t even feel bad about finishing earlier than I wanted to. My knot would keep giving her what she craved while the others played with her.
Cooper monopolized her mouth while I regained my ability to breathe. Cash looked absolutely delighted. I was so fucking jealous of him having the bond with her right now, knowing he got to experience her in a way none of the rest of us could.
“Are you getting impatient already, honey bun? Your first knot isn’t enough?”
She whimpered beautifully.
“No? Sounds like Dakota should fuck you a little harder, then.”
My packmate responded with a snap of his hips that had Riley moaning and me trying to hold on to my last thread of sanity. My brain wasn’t going to last if she squeezed my knot like that every time.
I inhaled the sweetness of her, like it was the oxygen I needed to live, filling my lungs with her essence. More than I wanted to put my claim on her, I wanted Riley to sink her little teeth into my skin and claim me for herself.
Was that something she wanted?
I shouldn’t be worried about our connection when I was literally knot-deep, but the thought reared up anyway. She loved Cash and Cooper. How far off were Dakota and I from joining that coveted inner circle? It was a ridiculous thing to worry about when these were such early days, but I couldn’t help making the comparison. She had history with them and we had no way to replicate that. All I could hope for was that she stuck around so we could build memories together, create our own stories.
Cooper had paid for that history, carrying a torch for Riley all those years that had nearly burned him alive. In some ways I was grateful I didn’t have to experience that, but in other ways I craved the memories he had of her. Befriending someone at five years old and growing up together was a unique intimacy. Cash had only gotten a few short years with her before she left for New York, but now he had the bond, the first of us to have that connection. I couldn’t give her the familiarity of time, but I was more than willing to give her the world.
I captured her mouth, drinking down every pitiful sound Dakota forced from her lips. Riley was mine as much as she was Cash and Cooper’s.
My scent match.
My omega.
My packmate.
I couldn’t give her a bondmark yet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t putamark on her skin. With my fingers laced in her hair, I tilted her head to the side and laid my mouth on her throat. Her skin was sweet on my tongue. It felt like such a teenaged action to suck a hickey onto her, but that didn’t stop me one bit.
Cash slid his fingertips between our bodies, his brush on her clit blinking my vision white as she came undone and forced Dakota to a stop. He leaned against her back, panting.
“Are you fucking with us on purpose?” Dakota asked.
Cash smiled mischievously. “Maybe.”
Riley pressed her cheek to mine, moaning as Dakota started to move again, giving me clear access to continue decorating her skin. I wanted to have her in my arms like this every day for the rest of forever. I’d never expected her to fit in them the way she does.
After listening to so many stories of Riley over the years, I thought I understood who she was as a person: brave, stubborn, fierce, loyal. All of those things were true, but now she got to be soft too. We weren’t a group of children pushing back against forces we couldn’t truly fight. Riley was an omega protected by alphas who had the life experience, connections, and money to stand their ground against anyone who wanted to hurt her.
I wanted her to always feel this safe. She deserved to let herself be vulnerable and know she would be taken care of.
Dakota lost it as Riley unraveled again, her body arching between us, her pussy gripping me for dear life as his knot sealed the two of them together. Between the pressure of two knots in our gorgeous omega and her symphony of moans as she took them, I was done for. With shaking limbs, I pressed her closer, breathing in her floral sweetness, just trying to keep myself together. But who was I kidding? Riley was a force of nature and what choice did I have except to surrender when a storm like her rolled into my life?
Iwaited for the swell of jealousy to hit me. Watching Riley with someone else made me feel a lot of things, but jealousy didn’t seem to be one of them. Sure, I wished it was me buried in her, but I didn’t begrudge them the experience of our omega.
Since her return, that was something I had to contend with. Riley was no longer justmine. She wasours.
My pack was made of some of the best people I knew, and I wanted Riley to be part of that. She deserved to have their love too, and they deserved to have what I’d always thought I was forcing them to go without. I’d been so stuck on her that they’d given up any hope of us having an omega. But now she was back, she was with us, and we could all have everything we’d ever dreamed of.
Dakota and Levi carefully maneuvered her back to the lake so they could all rest more comfortably, the water bearing her weight while she was knotted. She fell asleep purring, simply so happy it permeated all the way through her physical being even in sleep.
Riley needed peace after everything she had endured. I wasn’t naïve enough to think everything would be perfect going forward. Her exes might be dealt with, but Darlene was still a problem, and the Deckers would always be hovering in the periphery.
