Page 200 of Scent to the Feral Cowboys
Tastes of her.
Then, she’d reached for me.
Forme.Not Wade or the others.
I moved forward on my knees across the rough blankets, feeling something unfamiliar flood through me. A willingness to wait. To let my brothers all mate and knot with her. As long as I could snag her attention this way, as long as she kept looking at me—only me—then I could ignore the envy I felt towards the other men and the gnawing urgency to sink my pulsing hardness into her body.
I claimed her mouth.
The syrupy taste of her lips sent shockwaves down my spine, gathering hot and heavy in my engorged groin. She tasted like cinnamon and honey as she yielded to my kiss. I cupped her face, thumbs brushing against the light dusting of freckles across her cheeks.
Behind me, I heard Cooper's sharp intake of breath. Levi murmured something unintelligible, his voice thick with anticipation. I tried to keep my focus on Nelly's mouth, on the way her tongue danced with mine, but my awareness expanded outward against my will. Every shift my pack brothers made hovered at the edges of my consciousness.
I grew painfully hard, pushing against briefs.
Nelly gasped against my mouth when Wade was finally able to pull out of her. Her lips left mine, causing an ache of missing her shoot through me. She was looking down her body, watching who was leaving, and who was next. I allowed myself a single glance. Wade had moved. Levi’s boxers were gone. A quick survey revealed Cooper and Boone were fully naked now too. I was the only one who still had my dick in my proverbial pants.
Levi was now between Nelly’s leg. A burst of jealousy forced me to look away. Yet, my mind began to envision how Levi would touch her. The caresses carefully precise. The angle of his thrusts calculated for maximum pleasure. The speed and rhythm as herocked in and out of her changing as he read her response, adjusting his approach.
To drive the images from my mind, I pushed my hand into Nelly’s ginger hair and gripped gently. She whimpered in surprise, her gaze coming back where I wanted it.On me.I feverishly kissed her again.
I let everything happening around me melt away.
She was the only thing important.
I kept ravenously attacking her mouth until Nelly tapped me on the chest. I pulled away reluctantly, watching as she hitched in air, trying to catch her breath.
“You’ve…” she sucked in oxygen… “got to let me…” a quick inhalation… “breathe.”
“I’m sorry,” I heard myself saying, though not a single atom of me felt sorry. If I had my way, I’d keep kissing her until we both passed out.
My cock throbbed painfully. I'd never been so hard in my life, never wanted someone with such ferocity.
Nelly was breathing more normally now.
Like it was just me and here in this barn, and no one else was touching her.
I glanced away, seeing Levi knotted inside her, leaning back against Boone for support. Cooper and Wade… Cooper and Wade were kissing.
For a fleeting moment it almost was just me and Nelly.
“How about?” She said it like it was a complete question. I didn’t understand, not until I felt dainty fingers circle around my cock. I looked down, a thrill rocketing through me at the sight of Nelly’s fingers touching me there. She gave a gentle tug, eyes sparkling. She stifled a moan of pleasure, and I bristled knowing it had nothing to do with the moment we were sharing.
I was right.
A quick look revealed Levi exiting her body.
Cooper pushed forward, braid swinging over his shoulder as he eagerly moved. Boone didn’t seem to mind waiting longer. If it were me, I’d have called bullshit. Cooper had already tasted our Omega’s body so deeply that he should have been last out of all of us to mate with her.
Another gentle, more insistent tug on my dick brought me back to her olive, gold-flecked gaze.
My knees scraped against the rough blanket, drawing close enough that she could have what she wanted. Nelly's lips parted, red and swollen from our kisses, in invitation. I slowly rocked my hips forward as she ducked her head closer. When her mouth closed around me, I sucked in a sharp breath.
Sweet Jesus.
My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. My hands, which had been hovering uncertainly at my sides, found their way into her hair, tangling in those silky ginger strands. I anchored myself to her as pleasure threatened to sweep me away like spring floodwaters.
“Fuck,” I moaned out, not caring if the others heard. Not caring if they saw me surrendering to this moment.
