Page 47 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy (Wild Hearts Ranch #1)

God, she’s stunning like this. Face soft with pleasure, lips swollen from biting them, pupils blown wide. I could spend hours just watching her like this, but I want more. I want her wrecked.

Her legs part for me without thought, showing me her glistening pussy, spread for me. Instinct takes over, and I press closer between her thighs, lining myself up. One hard thrust and I’m buried inside her again, her cry breaking against the quiet.

Her hips lift to meet mine, like she can’t decide whether she’s trying to escape or pull me closer.

“You’re so deep,” she gasps, her voice a raw, breathless confession. “I can feel you everywhere.”

“Good.” My hand slides up her body, wrapping gently but firmly around her throat, my thumb pressing in the hollow just enough to feel the rapid thud of her pulse. “I want you thinking about me every time you walk. Every time you try to sleep. Every time you touch yourself. I want you to be mine.”

Her eyes flutter shut, a needy whimper spilling from her lips as I pound into her, the headboard thudding in rhythm. The sight of her head tipped back, mouth open, hair sticking to her damp temples, burns itself into my brain.

Her body tightens around me again, and I sense the rush building in her before she even cries out. I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I hold her exactly where I want her and slam into her one final time, driving her over the edge until she’s screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows.

I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers as she shakes beneath me. “Three more, sweetheart. And I’m still not finished with you.”

“God, Ridge, I can’t,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Let’s save it for a bit later.”

I smirk at how fucking adorable she is, still trembling, still panting, still rolling her hips against my cock even as she swears she can’t take another. “You’re saying no with your mouth, but your body’s begging for more.”

I shift my weight, keeping myself buried inside her, and slide my hand between us.

My thumb finds her clit, swollen, slick, throbbing, and I work it in slow, tight circles.

Her breath catches instantly, her hips jerking despite herself.

When I pinch lightly, she lets out a strangled cry, her hands tugging at the rope above her head.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Give it to me. I want to feel you fall apart again. ”

She shakes her head like she’s trying to fight it, but her thighs are trembling. I keep her pinned exactly where I want her, fucking her slow and deep while my thumb never stops its relentless rhythm.

“Ridge, oh my God—” Her voice splinters as the pleasure takes over, her body tightening around me in hard, desperate pulses. She’s gasping now, eyes squeezing shut, legs locking against my hips as if she can hold me inside forever. I hiss at her strangling me, but it’s fucking bliss.

“Two to go,” I say when the tremors finally begin to ease, but I don’t let her catch her breath. I grip her hips, roll her under me, and thrust again, deep enough to make her arch off the bed with a sharp gasp.

Her chest heaves with each breath.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I tell her.

She’s moaning, smiling. “This might actually kill me.”

“But what a way to go,” I tease, and she laughs even with me buried to the hilt inside her. The sound melts into a desperate moan as I work out and in, hitting that spot that makes her thighs tighten around me.

I feel the flutter start inside her that suggests she’s close. “That’s it,” I encourage, my voice low and rough. “Give me another one, sweetheart.”

She comes with a scream that could probably reach the ranch hands’ quarters, her whole body seizing under mine. I have to freeze, gritting my teeth so I don’t lose control and follow her over.

“That’s six,” I pant, leaning down to press my lips to hers. “One more and you’ve lived your demon fantasy.” I grin, to which she is smiling and laughing. “But we can stop if you want—just say the word. Anything you need, I’ll do it.”

Her eyes are glazed, her lips trembling, and I smooth a hand over her hair. She makes this sound in her throat, low, needy, almost a purr, that goes straight to my cock.

“I know I said I couldn’t,” she breathes, “but God… when you stop, the ache comes back. The hunger. I really want to feel your knot, Ridge… please. Keep going.”

That’s all I need to hear. I cup the back of her neck, force her to look at me. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.

I start again, slow, deep, grinding into her. She gasps, and I let the pace build until she’s making those sweet, helpless sounds that tell me she’s gone again. I work her clit with my thumb, pinning her in place as her body bows beneath me.

She cries out, shuddering just as my knot swells, stretching her even more, and she groans louder, eyes wide as the full pressure locks me inside her.

The sensation is almost too much, her gripping me like her body is trying to keep me forever. I’m as deep as I can go, and the knot locks tight. Her scream of pleasure turns into a long, broken moan as she comes, the seventh orgasm ripping through her in waves.

I lean over her, spilling into her in hard, relentless pulses. My cock throbs inside her, pumping her full. I hold her through every shudder, every aftershock, keeping her pinned against me like she might somehow slip away if I let go.

“Mine,” I growl against her damp skin, my lips brushing the frantic beat of her pulse. “My Omega. My mate.”

Her whole body tightens at the words, a sob tearing from her throat as she arches into me, desperate for even closer contact despite the knot holding us flush together. “Yours,” she gasps, the word breaking on a moan. “Always yours.”

I reach up, fingers working at the knot in the rope until it loosens. Her wrists come free, and I take them gently, bringing each one to my mouth. I kiss along the tender skin where the bindings held her, lingering there like I can erase every mark.

She just watches me like she’s completely smitten, and I fucking love her staring at me that way.

She makes a soft sound when I roll onto my side, taking her with me and maneuvering her so her leg isn’t trapped beneath me.

She hooks the other leg over my hip, pulling me in closer.

We’re still locked, my knot buried deep, keeping me inside her, and the position presses her breasts flush against my chest, skin to skin, both of us breathing hard.

My knot is… unlike anything else. It’s more than just the physical stretch.

It’s the way it binds her to me, the way her body clenches and pulses around it, milking every drop I give her.

I can feel the faint tug every time her hips shift, the deep, slow throb of her muscles around me.

It’s primal. Claiming. Like the universe carved us to fit only this way.

Her forehead rests against mine, her lips parting as she drags in shaky breaths.

I study every flicker of sensation on her face, the pleasure still washing through her in waves, the warmth spreading between us from where we’re touching.

My hand curves around her jaw, my thumb brushing over her lower lip before I kiss her, unhurried.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I murmur against her mouth, smirking. “The way you can’t get away from me even if you tried.”

Her eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils wide. “Yes. Oh, yes. I like it like this.”

I smile, but it’s sharp, possessive. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her breathing starts to slow, lashes fluttering as exhaustion tugs at her. I smooth a damp strand of hair from her cheek, keeping my arm locked tightly around her waist.

“Rest,” I whisper. “I’ve got you.”

Her lips curve in a drowsy, wicked little smile. “I still can’t believe you made me come seven times. I feel like an Olympic champion. ”

A low laugh rumbles in my chest. “Gold medal performance, sweetheart. You’re getting a trophy. Hell, I’ll build you a damn podium.”

She lets out a soft snort before her head finds its place on my outstretched arm, her body molding perfectly to mine despite the heat still simmering between us.

I hold her there, feeling her breathing deepen. And as she drifts, I realize I’ve never known this kind of peace, never known the kind of bone-deep happiness that comes from having an Omega in my arms, trusting me enough to fall asleep right here, still connected.

And I know, without a single doubt, I’m never letting her go.