18. Piper
Piper
I had been living at the Blackwood Ranch for only a few weeks, and I had already had sex with three out of four of the pack members.
Regret was the last thing I was feeling—my encounters with every one of them had been mind-blowing in their own ways. My experiences with Pack Adamar paled in comparison.
These alphas hardly knew me, yet they were far more concerned with my pleasure and happiness than the pack I had dated for years.
It didn’t hurt that they were all ridiculously hot. They all worked hard, and it showed in their bodies. Zeke’s muscles were so thick, his arms made mine appear thin as a twig.
I had never been fond of the idea of having an alpha that dwarfed me, because frankly, I didn’t trust that they wouldn’t split me in half. Most of the alphas I had met over the years didn’t seem to understand that foreplay was needed, even for omegas who produced slick.
Pack Blackwood? They were more than giving.
Maybe it would only be temporary. I doubted my stay at the ranch would last too long. Surely relationships that hot would eventually fizzle out, right?
In the meantime, I could enjoy some damn good dick, spending time with an adorable little girl, and make some money to get back on my feet if I was eventually forced to leave.
Did I want to go? Not particularly. I was falling in love with the landscape and Maisie, despite only having been there a short time.
Waiting until the coast was clear after my morning session with the twins, Dakota and Montana having cleared out to clean up and cool off before everyone else came home from town, I tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of water.
Apparently, a morning filled with copious orgasms, an afternoon filled with chores, and an evening of meal prep, made a girl thirsty.
“Piper?”
Clayton’s gruff voice behind me made me still. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Cowboy.” I beamed, turning to face him. Of all the alphas to run into, why did it have to be him?
As he towered over me, his nose flared, and I frowned at him.
There was no way he could smell what I had been up to. It had been hours since I had been with the twins. I had vacuumed, mopped, opened the windows for fresh air since this morning, plus I had showered and even washed my hair.
“You had sex with the twins,” he accused, taking a step forward so we were practically touching.
“Hey! Personal space!” I growled, going to take a step back, only to be stopped by him wrapping his arm around my elbow, pulling me into him. “And you don’t know what I’ve been up to.”
“The living room stinks of sex and you three. Simply opening the windows isn’t enough to hide your scents.”
My face was probably bright red with both fury and embarrassment.
“So what if I have?” I asked, tugging my arm back. “Why are you so mad about who I let stick their dick in me?”
“You’re confusing them.”
I raised a brow, and scoffed. “Oh, yes, my vagina has magical properties that bewitches all alphas— that’s why my last pack cheated on me. Gosh, I should really be more careful with that.”
Usually, I wasn’t a particularly snarky person, but Clay was pushing all my buttons. While I spoke, his eyes had widened slightly, and he swallowed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or shock.
“That’s… it’s not…”
“Not appropriate? If we are going to make a big deal about propriety, then you should understand that your pack mates came on to me. I didn’t ask for it! Sure, I was a more than willing participant.”
“It sets a bad example for Maisie…” His tone made it clear he was grasping at straws.
I cocked my head to the side. “What about it sets a bad example? That I’m enjoying myself? That alphas should treat an omega with kindness? Because that’s what your pack mates have been doing. You’re so full of shit, Clay.”
His eyes raked over me, his breathing increasing.
Was he going to throw me out? Yell at me? I wouldn’t have called Clay predictable, but there were a few things I expected from him.
His lips crashing down on mine so fiercely our teeth cracked together wasn’t one of them.
“You. Are. Infuriating,” he growled, his hands grasping at my hips. Despite the surly nature of his words, there was no real heat to them.
“And you’re a ray of sunshine,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips.
I wanted to pull away. Clay hadn’t exactly been kind to me, but there was no denying there was something oddly magnetic between us despite his grumpy, asshole behavior.
He was the polar opposite of Pack Adamar. Where they were clean-shaven, always wearing a suit and tidy, Clay was rugged. They were just mean, while he was surly and grumpy in a way that made me giggle instead of shrink in on myself.
Rugged wasn’t even a good enough word for it.
He was what an alpha was meant to be. Strong, tough. Even his scent was manlier than I was used to. Rich earth and smoke. It was what I imagined a country bonfire to smell like when the sun was setting and a cool evening was starting to set in.
My body reacted to him before my mind could even catch up with me. Perfume filled the air—my body was getting far too used to good dick and was getting excited at the drop of a hat.
He was also reacting to me, though. He may have pretended to be unbothered by me, but his cock was pressed against my stomach, his scent intensifying.
His facial hair tickled as we kissed, but I didn’t care one bit.
Clay Blackwood could devour me, and I would be a happy girl.
My hands clung to his neck, nails digging in, anchoring him to me.
One second, I was focused on his lips on mine, the next, I was airborne and being placed on the kitchen island. Clay stepped between my legs, the skirt of my sundress slid up my thighs easily so all that covered me was a tiny scrap of underwear.
One of his hands tangled in my hair, keeping his mouth on mine, while the other grasped at the naked flesh of my leg.
“You are so fucking maddening,” Clay growled, tearing his lips from mine and nipping at the sensitive flesh of my neck. Each little bite made my head swim, my body becoming languid. “But you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin.
“Fuck. I need—” I cut off with a pant. My vision was blurring, and all I could think about was the throbbing between my legs.
“You need my knot, don’t you?” he cooed, a smug grin on his face that if I wasn’t crazy with need, I probably would have smacked off him.
“Or I can go find one of the others.” I smirked.
My words were the proverbial red flag to the bull that was Clayton Blackwood. His teeth scraped along my throat as his fingers sank into me. “Mine,” he growled, his voice almost guttural.
That single word destroyed every last bit of resistance I was fighting to hold on to.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he stretched me with just his fingers, finding my G-spot with the uncanny skill most of his pack mates also seemed to possess.
I gasped as my back arched, my ass almost coming clean off the counter as my body convulsed from the simple touch.
My logical brain vacated—all I knew was that I needed more.
“You’re soaking my hand, duchess.”
His fingers pumped into me, the pace somehow too fast but also too slow. Adding a third finger, the pressure inside me started mounting for what I could already tell would be quite the explosion.
“Fuck me,” I begged, head thrown back, lost in sensation.
His fingers ripped away, and my pussy wept at the loss. I had been so full, so close, but cock would be much better.
Clay had seemingly decided his logical brain was also going on vacation because, with that hungry look in his eye, I doubted he was going to be stopping anytime soon.
Our movements were frantic and rushed. There was no romantic undressing or even taking the time to appreciate one another.
Clay’s T-shirt got ripped over his head, and his jeans shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free. My nails dug into his shoulders as I pulled him into me, his cock lining up perfectly.
“I won’t go gently, omega,” he growled in warning.
I didn’t want him to.
The first thrust shattered my mind.
I had experienced rather sizable alphas—Zeke’s meat monster had left my poor pussy sore in the best way for days, a constant reminder of what we had done.
But Clayton?
He was harder than any cock ought to be and… textured? There was cold, hard metal scraping inside me, and it was massaging my internal walls.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, clutching his shoulders.
“Piercings.” He smirked. “Can you handle them?”
Piercings? I never in a million years would have thought Clayton, of all people, would have piercings! Zeke, I could totally see doing it. Dakota, if he had a few drinks, maybe…
But Clay? He was so straight-laced.
“Warning would have been nice,” I panted.
“Where’s the fun in that? Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled back, and now I knew what was raking against my walls, I could appreciate it that much more.
The metal was cooler than the flesh of his cock, the differing temperatures causing chaos of the best kind.
Despite the soreness, I met him thrust for thrust. I craved it, needed it, in fact. It was rough, animalistic, and messy.
I had been so close to release that, almost immediately, the pressure started to build again.
“You’re tightening around me so beautifully, omega,” he praised, nipping at my earlobe.
His cock was throbbing, making the piercings press even deeper into my walls.
How would it feel if he knotted me?
Our hips crashed together frantically, both of us desperately chasing our release.
“Take my knot,” he growled as he started to expand, and I was done for.
The stretch had been just as good as the other Blackwood men, but this was even more maddening, thanks to the variety of textures.
Wave after wave of release hit me, and I thanked my lucky stars that I was sitting on the counter and being held up by Clay’s arms, because otherwise, I doubted my legs would have held up.
My legs wrapped around Clayton’s waist, holding him in place, even as his knot expanded and he locked himself into me.
“Jesus, fuck,” he muttered, twitching as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, coming down from his own high.
It dawned on me that we were locked together.
And we didn’t particularly like each other.
I was about to open my mouth, to say something to break up the silence, when the clatter of little feet could be heard overhead, followed by a sweet voice screaming, “Daddy C! I want to show you Dolly!”
Our eyes met, the reality of our situation sinking in.
We were fucked.