Page 199 of Scent to the Feral Cowboys
I pulled back out of her until just the head of my cock remained nestled inside, then drove forward with purpose. Nelly cried out, her hands falling, palms slamming the floor, and eyes flying open.
"Wade," she gasped.
Encouraged by my name on her lips, I pushed back inside her and found my rhythm.
In and out. No faltering. Stoking the flame between us, letting the bonfire build. Sparks seemed to float away from our bodies. When I felt my knot begin to swell, I slowed my pace, wanting to lock in at the right depth, at the right time. I adjusted, pushing in slightly, pulling out slightly. It didn’t feel right. Finally, I settled inside of her, so deep that I thought I’d met the termination of her throbbing, lava hot tunnel, and I basked in the sensation of my fully swollen hardness.
I came in a hot rush of fluid, drenching her insides. My body shook and convulsed. As the power of my orgasm subsided, leaving behind glorious aftershocks, I parted my lashes.
Levi and Boone were reaching for one another across Nelly's body. Their upper bodies met above her. Levi's fingers tangled in Boone's long braid, their lips finding each other's with practiced ease. The kiss was charged by the presence of Nelly’s body below them. I watched, transfixed by the sight of my pack brothers. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, yet it also felt brand new. When Levi and Boone pulled apart, chests heaving, faces flushed, Nelly seemed equally captivated. Her expression was one of awe and desire. She liked seeing them together.
Cooper appeared, wrapping his arms around Levi from behind, pulling their naked bodies flush together. The contrastbetween them was striking. Cooper with sun-bronzed skin and blond hair cascading loosely around his body. Levi, far paler, his curling dark hair fanning out against Cooper’s tan. They'd been together longer than any of us, their bodies quickly molding to one another.
As Cooper's hands began to wander, covering both of Levi's pecs with his palms before rubbing down his taut muscles on a journey to Levi’s long, hard length, Nelly’s right hand began to journey too.
Down her own body.
Further and further.
Until her fingers were pushing between her folds, finding the swollen bud of her clit. She circled it slowly, deliberately, watching as Boone moved around her body to where Cooper and Levi touched. Her free hand reached up, grazing Boone’s thigh as Cooper began to stroke Levi’s shaft.
If I hadn’t already come, I’d come again at the sight of Nelly's fingers moving with increasing urgency against her clit. Her eyes were fixed on my pack brothers, her lips parted, her breathing shallow and quick. The sight of her pleasuring herself while watching Cooper, Levi, and Boone was almost more than I could take. I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her gently, wanting to do more.
My knot still tied us together, making me acutely aware of every tiny movement of her body. Each circle of her fingers against her sensitive bud caused her inner walls to flutter around me, squeezing my still-hard cock in rhythmic pulses.
When she came, it rocked the fucking barn.
When she came, her body contorted.
When Nelly came, she saw—through the blistering, burning pleasure—Wyatt kneeling a few feet from her head. Her hand left her womanhood, arm lifting and extending behind her. She reached for him.
I watched as my brother hesitantly approached, crawling on his knees until he was close enough for Nelly to touch properly. Her posture relaxed—though her channel still pulsed and squeezed around my cock—and her hand cupped his face, thumb stroking over his cheekbone with such tenderness that Wyatt's eyes fell closed for a moment.
He looked more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him.
“Don’t you want me?” She breathed out, voice barely above a whisper.
Wyatt looked to me, that battle still raging behind his eyes despite undressing, despite approaching, despite watching the show. He must have seen what he needed to in my face, because he leaned down and pressed his lips to Nelly’s mouth.
I realized then that our Omega was bringing us together in ways I never thought possible, weaving our pack into a tapestry so tightly bound that nothing could tear us apart.
The pack, and Sagebrush itself, would never be the same after today.
The future stretched before us.
And it was goddamn beautiful.
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WYATT
Why couldn’t I move towards them? Why couldn’t I shut my brain down and give myself over to this?I wanted it. Needed it. And I knew that Wade and I were on the same page—agreeing that our old rules had gone out the door when this window opened, letting in the fresh breath of air that was Nelly.
I bit back the growl rising in my throat as other hands slid down my Omega’s sides, their fingers mapping territory I desperately wanted to demand as my own. Wade’s hands moved, fingers gripping her hips. He was already knotted inside of her. Hadn’t he claimed enough already? Every instinct in my body screamed at me to shove my twin aside and assert my dominance, though that wasn’t possible without hurting Nelly. And… I’d never been violent about taking charge. Leadership was just the role I fell naturally into, not something I seized by force.
I tightened my jaw and caught Nelly's gaze instead, drowning myself in those bottomless, hazel pools while my brothers took what I ached for most.
Touches of her.
