Page 36 of Outback Heat
My voice reverberates through the room as he bottoms out. His size stretches me, and I can feel every inch of his defined muscles against my skin as he moves. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, feeling electric warmth radiating from my core, and I bite down on my lip to contain my moans.
“Fuck! You’re so wet.”
My breath quickens as I reach down between us and expertly circle my clit, pushing myself closer to climax.
A deep rumble breaks through our gasps and the lewd slapping of his skin against mine. My eyes fly open to find Murphy’s face contorted in pleasure and restraint, his jaw set tight and brows furrowed from the effort to hold back. My heart flutters, knowing he’s being gentle with me despite his Alpha urges. It’s sweet but, right now, I don’t want gentle and loving – I want hard and wild. I grasp his hips and tug him roughly into me with purpose, bucking my own hips up to get him as deep inside of me as possible.
“Harder,” I demand.
“Dammit, Spitfire. If that’s how you wanna play it, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll walk like you’ve been riding a horse for a week.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” I hiss before grabbing a fistful of his blond locks and dragging him down for a desperate kiss. His tongue licks at me with the same tempo as his cock and I love how it feels to have him inside both my pussy and mouth. His hands are running all over my body, stopping sporadically to pluck at my puckered nipples.
Murphy slams into me over and over again. His lips latch onto my neck, teeth scraping against my mating gland, and I arch into him.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he groans in my ear. “My Omega. Mine to fuck whenever and wherever I want.”
The promise in his words makes me shudder, and I nod frantically as I chant, “Yours! I’m yours!”
I’m hurtling towards my next orgasm and his possessive words are sending my inner Omega into a tailspin. Instinctively, I let my head fall to the side as I present my swollen mating gland to my grunting Alpha.
I want to be his. To be a part of his life and stay within his bright, whirlwind orbit forever.
“I’m going to cum,” I warn, but Murphy doesn’t stop.
I cry out, burying my face in his neck, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes as I reach the precipice. I cling to him as I fall, and he continues to pound into me until I’m a whimpering, oversensitive mess.
Murphy groans, and I feel his knot expanding, the bulbous base catching with each frenzied thrust until he can’t retreat any longer. He’s knotting me.
He pulls back to look into my face, and I see his own face is streaked with tears and a silent question in his eyes.
I nod at him and press a kiss to his lips. “Do it. Claim me. Make me yours,” I whisper.
Murphy bites down on my mating gland and seals us together forever.
Epilogue
Matilda
“Andcomingoutnextis our local duo, the Alphas of Bodella, Murphy Myers and Ben Cunningham!”
Two horses burst out of the gate, their muscles rippling as they explode forward at the booming “hyah!” shouts from the cowboys riding them. Murphy’s hat flies off his head and lands in the dust as he throws himself off his horse and tackles the fleeing steer to the ground. The buzzer sounds, and the crowd goes wild.
“They’ve done it again. This time it might just be a Bodella record. Give it up for Myers and Cunningham!”
I let out a cheer with the crowd as Murphy stands up and mounts his horse effortlessly. The two Alphas bump fists as they trot out of the arena.
I’m sitting on top of a fence next to the medical tent, having taken a minute off duty to watch my Alpha compete. My blood is rushing at the sight of him wrestling a beast to the ground, some primal part of me loving how capable my Alpha is. I lick my lips, thinking about how easily he controls his horse and the way his jeans pull against his ass. It’s been months since we mated and I’m still insatiable for him.
I can feel my slick already pooling in my panties and I clench my thighs together to soothe the ache. I’ve been craving him for hours and my body is getting impatient. But the rodeo is only just beginning and we have two full days planned.
Since leaving the PBR rodeo tour, Murphy hasn’t sat still. I don’t think the Alpha knows how to. He’s thrown himself into making Bodella a rodeo destination, increasing the annual rodeo to twice a year. All his chaotic energy has been channelled into organising and pulling his many contacts into making the events successful. Judging by the tents, swags, campervans, horse trailers, and cattle trucks in the paddocks surrounding Bodella, Murphy’s first attempt at managing a rodeo is a complete success. There are double the number of competitors than last time, with plenty of rodeo superstars participating – Murphy’s friends from the tour. Spectators have come from all over, hoping to see their favourite cowboy compete.
I climb down from the fence, my boots clanging around the metal rails, and jump the final distance into the hard dirt. I readjust my hat, the same one Murphy gifted me, and reenter the medical tent. Doc is off supervising the barrel races that are about to begin, so I’m holding down the fort.
“G’day, nurse. Got time to patch up a cowboy?” says a deep, familiar voice from behind me. I inhale deeply and my whole body ignites. He smells of leather, dust, sweat, and freshly buttered toast. The scent makes me shiver, and my pussy clenches.
“Mmm, depends if the cowboy plans to keep his hands to himself.”
