Knight Life In Vegas (Sin City Omegas #3)

Chapter 26

“ W hat do you think about horse camps?” Charlotte asked me as we perused some of the horses I thought might be best for lessons.

I wasn’t sure how she expected me to be able to answer questions when I was eternally distracted by her walking around looking and smelling like dessert. Chico and Eduardo had gotten to ruin her in her little kitchen and I’d missed it . All I could think about was getting to see her again, getting to touch every glorious inch of the omega who had scrambled all our brains.

“What happens at a horse camp?” I asked.

“Everything, really. You learn all about horse behavior, anatomy, and care. We’d take care of the horses, doing all their grooming, feeding, and cleaning the stalls. You do riding lessons after that, and manage the equipment. Basically everything you would need to have a horse of your own. I went to one every summer when I was little.”

“Did you want to do horse camps here?”

“I don’t know how practical they would be, but honestly it would probably save you all a lot of time and money since they’re paying to be there and handling the workload you’d normally have to do. We would definitely need more than just me unless we kept the groups really small, though.”

“We can look into it. I could work more hours.” I was so fucking jazzed that she was into these ideas. It meant we would get to spend even more time with her, and I certainly wasn’t going to turn my nose up at any extra minutes in her presence. “You could probably even perform if you really wanted to. I bet the audience would love a show-jumping princess.”

“I’d need a lot more time getting comfortable with performing again before I did that.”

I pressed up against her side and she melted instantly against me.

I had her all to myself for the moment, with Chico and Beau talking business, and Eduardo supervising the kids running off their energy around the arena.

“What’s this empty stall for?” she asked.

“That’s where we put very naughty omegas to test out the riding crops.”

Her scent burst, drowning me in lemon and sugar. “Oh my god, Dylan . You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not? You don’t like it?” I grinned at her.

I was so honed to her that it was impossible to miss the way she squeezed her thighs together. She glanced back down the stables, finding us alone with the horses.

“What’s going through your head, princess?”

“Things I shouldn’t say out loud.”

I hooked my fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I think I’d like them said out loud, anyway. Otherwise I’ll have to imagine all manner of filth. I would hate to assign more depravity to you than you’d like.”

She gaped like a fish, and while she struggled for the words, her scent more than made her delight clear.

“If I kissed you right now, would that be a yes or no?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking as a tremble rolled through her body.

Fuck me. I was going to take the opportunities she offered and enjoy every single one. Claiming her mouth had every instinct rising and I backed her up against the stall gate, her body trapped between me and it. I devoured every sound she made, filling up my proverbial cup with her pleasure and still craving more. When I swept my hands over the back of her legs, she hopped up, letting me pin her with those thighs spread and her face the same height as mine now.

God she was beautiful. I could drown in those hazel eyes.

“You ever been fucked in a stable before, princess?”

She shuddered. “A very long time ago.”

Absolute rapture seared through me. “And here I thought you might be too fancy for that.”

“Are you asking to fuck me now or are you just teasing me?”

“That depends on how rough you wanna get. Should I go get a blanket?”

“Is the hay in there fresh?”

“As a daisy.”

“Open the gate.”

Fucking yes .

My fantasy was coming true.

I spun us, unlatching the gate, dipping us inside, and closing it behind us. She was in a tiny little dress, perfect to flip and let me experience every glorious inch of her.

Charlotte wiggled until I released my grip, letting her get to her feet. “Give me your shirt.”

I stripped it off immediately and passed it over, watching her lay it over the straw before getting to her knees.

Sweet mercy.

I dropped down hastily next to her.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she instructed.

“I washed them!”

“I know how hard a stable is to wash off, so just to be safe, only touch outside stuff. I don’t need any of that inside me. Your cock, on the other hand…”

“Goddamn, princess. You’re really trying to melt my brain, aren’t you?”

She tossed me a smile and bent over so she was on hands and knees. “Is it working?”

“Damn fucking right it is. Only time for a quickie with how many people are in the building, but I’m going to worship the hell out of you the next chance I get.”

I flipped her skirt and dragged down her panties, hastily freeing my cock. I snared her plush hips in both hands and dragged her backwards, pussy meeting cock in a divine union. The sound it forced out of her was entirely too loud.

“Well, that won’t do.” I maneuvered her just enough to get her panties off before reaching around to tuck them between her lips. I nearly came on the spot when she turned to look at me with blazing eyes and pink cotton caught in her teeth. “The quieter you are, the harder I can rail you.”

I fucked back into her in one swift motion, using the propulsion of my hips to drive into her sweet body, while pulling down with equal force. Her eyes crossed, her body instantly shaking. She felt so fucking good. The stall was going to smell like her for ages from her slick dripping through the straw and onto the concrete below.

This long-held fantasy easily matched the reality. Her pussy squeezed me to oblivion and I was determined to give her the best damn quickie she’d ever experienced.

Each muffled sound dragged me closer to the edge. I hadn’t planned on taking my omega in the stables when I’d woken up this morning, but I couldn’t lie and say that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind each time I saw her here. If she was going to stick around, maybe I’d have to float the idea of us taking her in the knight outfits…

I didn’t have the luxury of time right now, but my princess didn’t seem to mind one bit. If she liked hard and fast, who was I to deny her?

Later I would knot her and drown myself in her lemon meringue sweetness.

She slid into a full presentation, her fingers clutching the straw, an omega whine that couldn’t be fully silenced setting off all my instincts. I fucked in deeper, and she closed one hand over her mouth, trying doubly hard to keep herself silent. It did magnificent things to my ego that she was struggling so hard to be quiet.

If I hadn’t been banned from it, I’d have gotten my fingers on her clit and sent her into ruination a half dozen times already, but I had to work smarter to get around that. I shifted angles carefully until one sent her pussy spasming around me, her whole body shaking.

“That’s my good girl. Come for me, princess,” I whispered, half-breathless and ready to burst. It only took a couple more thrusts at that angle before she fell apart for me, pussy squeezing the absolute life out of my cock. “Fucking fuck, oh my g?—”

I ground my teeth together, trying desperately to hold back my knot. The last thing we needed was to be discovered while I was balls-deep and trapped. With trembling hands, I held tight to her hips and pulled out enough that if I did pop a knot, I wouldn’t be inside her when I did. I curled over her, planting a hand on each side and nuzzling my cheek against her hair.

“Princess, you’re a fucking dream.”

She extracted the panties from her mouth and nuzzled me right back, her purr buzzing to life.

“Sweet girl, did getting railed in the stables make you happy?”

“Perhaps.” She nipped my wrist and carefully lifted herself, forcing me to sit up and pull free of her exquisite warmth. “I’m trying not to fight my omega instincts as much anymore. I spent two decades doing that and I’m too tired for it anymore. Feels so much better to follow the compulsions.”

I drew her back into my arms once I’d pulled up my pants and settled my ass in the straw. “I love having a happy omega. Purr away. I like knowing I did something to please you.”

Somehow it didn’t feel odd at all to transition from ruining her to cuddling her on my lap. Enveloping her in my arms and letting my own purr free while I scent marked all over her hair seemed so natural, so I didn’t fight it.

She giggled, shoving playfully at me. “You’re combing my hair with your stubble.”

“I’m helping with your beauty routine,” I replied. “It’s only right I tidy you up after what we just did.”

“Incoming!” Eduardo called from the far end of the stable. His words were immediately followed by the tromping of children’s feet. “We don’t run around the horses.”

The steps slowed, but the stable was only so big.

“Shit.” Charlotte tensed, fighting her way to standing and glancing frantically at the straw.

I shook out my shirt and pulled it on, ignoring the stab of straw that had refused to let go, and then spotted her panties a half second before her kids appeared. I stuffed the offending garment into my pocket and turned to greet them with a smile.

“Mommy, are you playing horsies?” Ollie asked.

Charlotte and I shared a glance. That was certainly one way to describe our activities.

“You caught us.” I grinned at the boys, their eyes just visible over the edge of the gate. “Have to make sure the straw is comfy enough for the horses, and what better way to do that than to pretend to be one?”

“Can we be horsies too? I want to see if the nuggies are good. Sugar Snap makes them look so nummy.”

“Those are horse snacks, not people snacks,” I told him. “But you can play horses anytime. Did you have fun doing your knight racing in the arena?”

“I beat him!” Sammy announced.

“You did not!” Ollie moved to whack him, but Eduardo was quicker, snatching up Ollie’s tiny fist.

“No running and no hitting around the horses. No hitting ever, really. We have to be nice to our brothers.” While the boys pouted, Eduardo gave me a knowing look. I beamed back and looped my arm around Charlotte’s waist.

“Think we should go snoop on your other matches, princess?”

“Why’re you calling Mommy princess?” asked Sammy.

Ollie’s whole face lit up. “Is Mommy going to be a princess in the knight show?”

“You know what?” I ruffled his hair. “I think she’d be absolutely perfect at that.”