Chapter 48 #2
Cooper rocked back on his heels, swiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. His expression was one of smug satisfaction, like he'd just won a trophy. And he fucking had. He’d claimed Nelly's first orgasm with our pack.
Cooper had always been impulsive, diving headfirst into whatever caught his interest. Of course he'd be the first to taste her, the first to push her over the edge. But I’d be the next.
With deliberate movements, my eyes locked on Cooper's, I moved to take his spot.
He understood immediately what I was doing, a knowing look crossing his face.
He shifted sideways, making room for me between Nelly's thighs, but not before giving me a look that said more clearly than words: ‘You can't even imagine. Wait until you taste her.’
But I didn't want to taste her the way he had. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to claim her insides and have her body clench around my cock. I’d drive her to heights Cooper’s tongue never could.
As I settled between her legs, Nelly's eyes fluttered open, her gaze finding mine. Recognition dawned in those hazel depths, followed by a smile so sweet it made my chest ache. Her thighs parted further in silent invitation, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a physical blow.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, then another slightly higher up her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my lips, and I could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with sweet, intoxicating slick. My tongue darted out, tracing a path higher.
As if my brothers knew I needed to see her, they parted, allowing me to gaze up her stunning body and find her eyes.
I inched higher, watching her expression closely.
All I could think about was pushing into her body, knotting there, staying joined until I spilled hot seed into her waiting womb.
Breed. Make her a mother. Have her carry my pups.
My rational mind knew it was the rut talking.
Yet, knowledge did nothing to dampen the desire.
My entire existence narrowed to this single purpose: mate.
I positioned myself, gripping my cock with one hand while the other braced against the blanket near her hip. The head of my shaft brushed against her slick folds, and that first contact sent tendrils of electricity through me. She was so wet, so ready.
I pressed forward slightly, just enough for my tip to part her pinked lips.
Then I stopped. Waited. Waited for her to tell me no.
Waited for her to ask me to slow down. Waited for any sign that she wasn't as desperately ready for this as I was. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting and wondering what Nelly’s, spoken or unspoken, answer would be.
She kept her eyes locked with mine, holding a palm against Levi’s chest when he moved in to kiss her again. My hips rocked slightly forward, gaining deeper purchase in her warmth. Her face slackened with need, and she blinked slowly before giving me a tiny, tentative nod.
That was all I needed.
I sank into her in one slow, steady push that had us both gasping.
The sensation of her body opening for mine, accepting me inch by inch, was spectacular.
She was tight, her inner walls gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
A shudder ran through her as I filled her.
She moaned against my girth, covering her face with one hand as if the pleasure was too much to bear with open eyes.
I understood the feeling. The connection between us was so intense it bordered on agony.
Now, I was the one making her back arch.
Now, I was the one pushing her towards the cliff.
When I could sink no deeper, I paused, reveling in the sensation of being completely enveloped by her heat.
Her pulse beat against my cock, a rhythm I wanted to memorize, to carry with me always.
This was belonging. This was home. This was everything I'd never known I needed until she arrived on our ranch.
Her breasts, lifting higher, nipples hard as steel, were fucking masterpieces.
When Boone’s large hands encircled both, blocking my view, I nearly growled.
I bit it back, forcing myself to remember that Boone was my brother in all the ways that mattered.
Nelly belonged to all of us, not just me.
But God, watching his hands on her while I was inside her body made me want to knock his hands away, to cover her body with mine, to shield her from everyone's eyes but my own.
No. This is right. Together is how it’s supposed to be. Our pack. Our Omega.
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 contrast between 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.