Chapter 24 #3
Julia’s gaze dropped. Her lips parted, her brown eyes going dark as they trailed down my stomach to where my cock hung heavy and hard between us.
I wasn’t the thickest in the pack—that honor belonged to Boone—but I had a good girth and more importantly, I was long and veined with plenty of texture to do wicked things to her pretty little pussy.
I wrapped my fist around myself and stroked once, right down to my already thickening knot, then back up, slow, just to take the edge off before I embarrassed myself.
I was aching so badly the tip was already weeping.
Julia licked her lips.
Every last thread of restraint I wasn’t even trying to hold onto snapped clean in half.
I gripped her hips, lifted her off the floor, and carried her the last few feet to my bed.
I followed her down onto the mattress. Didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or adjust. I parted her knees, settling my hips right into the cradle of her thighs, lined myself up, and drove inside her.
Julia let out a loud, unabashed shout, her back arching off my sheets. Fuck she was tight, slick and hot and wrapped around me so perfectly it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. Nothing had ever felt so good. So fucking right.
I had years of professional bull-riding discipline wired directly into my muscle memory, but keeping my pace measured right now was going to take every single ounce of stamina I possessed.
I didn’t try to slow it down. We had been circling each other for too damn long for a slow burn, and gentle had never been my style anyway.
I pulled my hips back and slammed forward again, burying myself to the hilt, knot and all.
It wasn’t thick enough to lock yet, and I used that to my advantage, stretching her out, letting it press against her g-spot as I popped it in and out of her tight channel with every plunge.
The headboard thudded against the wall. Julia didn’t flinch or ask for mercy.
She met the brutal pace thrust for thrust, her hips rocking up off the mattress to take every single inch I gave her.
Her nails bit into my shoulders, dragging hard down my back as she let out a keening string of curses that sent a fresh surge of adrenaline straight to my brain.
She was so incredibly responsive. I loved her loud.
I loved that she wasn’t hiding a single fraction of how good this felt, unapologetic about taking what she wanted.
I slid one hand under her lower back, lifting her pelvis to change the angle, and gripped the headboard with the other.
I drove into her with ruthless force, snapping my hips, grinding my knot against her entrance when it got too big to slip inside easily, chasing the desperate, glazed look in her dark eyes.
“That’s right, Sparkles,” I grunted, my chest heaving with the effort of holding my own climax back just long enough to push her over the edge first. “Give it to me. Come all over my cock.”
Like my good, perfect, goddess of an Omega, she obeyed, her pussy squeezing the life out of me as she shattered. She screamed my name—no sassy comeback, just Ransom, just complete and utter surrender—and her inner walls clamped down hard enough to steal my soul out through my throbbing length.
The pleasure of it ripped the reins right out of my hands.
My vision blurred. A harsh, guttural shout tore out of my throat as my climax hit like a freight train.
Unable to hold back any longer, I shoved my thick knot deep, losing my damn mind as it expanded rapidly, locking into place inside her.
I drove my hips flush against hers, burying my face in the curve of her neck as my hot release flooded deep inside her aching core.
We collapsed into the sheets. I dropped my weight carefully, bracing myself on my forearms so I didn’t crush her, our chests heaving against each other as we fought for oxygen.
The wild, frantic energy drained out of the room, leaving behind a sweet, spent kind of quiet. Normally, this was the exact second my brain would scramble for words. I’d crack a joke, flash a cocky grin, and say something charming to break the tension so I could keep the show running.
But my knot was fully seated. I was physically tethered to her, face-to-face, stripped of every deflection I’d ever used.
I looked down. Julia was already watching me. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, her scent thick and sweet in the warm air. She didn’t look expectant or amused. She just looked incredibly grounded. Sated and happy.
Slowly, she lifted her hand from the mattress. Her fingertips brushed my temple, smoothing back a damp lock of hair before tracing the sharp line of my jaw.
“You can turn it off now,” she whispered, her thumb resting softly against the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to entertain me.”
The words landed dead-center in my chest, cracking open an old, invisible ache I’d been dragging around since I was a kid. The urge to deflect completely vanished. I turned my head, pressing a kiss to her palm, and finally let the loud, charming cowboy disappear, leaving just the man underneath.