Page 61 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy (Wild Hearts Ranch #1)

Walker climbs onto the bed beside me, pressing his lips to my collarbone before kissing his way up to my ear.

“That’s it, darlin’. Let him taste you. Let him drown in you.

” His voice is smug, almost taunting, but his hand cradles my face like I’m fragile.

“You taste so fucking sweet. Like honey drippin’ straight from the comb… only dirtier.”

I whimper, half from his words, half from the heat pooling in my belly.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Been thinking about it for days, how tight you’ll be, how you’ll milk me dry when my knot swells inside you.”

The filth sends another wave of slick gushing between my thighs. Cash groans against me, licking greedily, like I just proved Walker right.

Ridge settles on my other side, his big hand cupping my breast before his mouth latches onto my nipple. His tongue circles once, twice, before he scrapes it lightly with his teeth, and I scream again, caught between all three of them.

I gasp. My body is a live wire, every nerve begging for more.

Ridge rumbles against my skin. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything we give you. Our perfect Omega.”

Cash’s tongue flicks harder, faster, then slows just enough to drive me insane. His finger teases lower, circling my other entrance.

I force myself to relax, though my heart hammers frantically. When his finger presses inside, my pleasure detonates. My body convulses, a scream tearing out of me as the orgasm crashes through, slick gushing down my thighs, coming out of nowhere…

“Holy fuck,” Walker breathes, voice gone raw. “What a beautiful mess you’re making.”

Ridge groans, low and guttural. “Don’t stop, Cash. She looks so gorgeous when she falls apart like this.”

Cash pulls back, face wet with me, grinning like he just claimed some kind of prize. “Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. And, sugar, that’s just the start. Next time, it won’t be your slick dripping out of you.”

Walker’s laugh is wicked. “Nah. Mine’s stayin’ put. I’m not lettin’ a drop escape once I lock inside.”

Despite the intensity, I choke out a laugh, half delirious. “You three are… highly entertained.”

“Entertained?” Cash smirks, dragging his mouth up my thigh, his chin gleaming with me. “We’re fucking obsessed.”

Ridge flicks my nipple again, making me yelp. “We’re starved. Can’t believe we went this long without devouring you.”

“And now you’re stuck with us,” Walker drawls, pressing a kiss under my jaw. “Poor little Omega, chained to three bastards who won’t get enough of fucking you.”

God help me. I love that they bicker over me. That they each can’t get enough of devouring me.

Walker’s eyes go dark, and he’s moving immediately, positioning himself onto his back on the bed, his cock hard and sticking upright. My mouth is salivating, which is crazy.

“Come here, beautiful. Let me see those perfect tits while you sit on my cock.”

My body obeys before my brain catches up. With their help, I straddle him, trembling as the blunt head of his cock nudges against me. The need is unbearable, my skin buzzing, my womb aching, my body begging to be filled.

“I can’t wait,” I whisper, the words slipping out raw, needy, unguarded. “To have you inside me.”

Walker smirks like he’s been waiting years to hear that. He steadies my hips, holding me just above him. “Easy, sweetheart. Don’t rush it. Rub that pretty pussy over me first, get me slick so you don’t split yourself in half from my size.”

I shiver, heat crawling up my throat. “I think I got this.”

Cash laughs low. “He’s actin’ like you aren’t already drippin’ all over him.”

Walker’s grin is wicked. “Maybe I just like watchin’ you grind on me slowly.”

Ridge leans close, his breath brushing my ear. “Do it, gorgeous. Rock your hips, make him lose his patience. Let him feel how bad you need it.”

I gasp as Walker drags the thick head of his cock against my clit, a bolt of pleasure stealing the strength from my arms. “Oh God. That?—”

“Again,” Walker groans, fingers digging harder into my skin. “Do that again.”

Cash presses his hand to the small of my back, steadying me as my legs threaten to give out. “Grind on him ’til you can’t stand it anymore. We’ll hold you right here.”

I whimper, rubbing myself over him, slick coating his length as the friction builds and my thighs tremble. “You’re killing me,” I pant. “I need you inside me. ”

Walker’s jaw ticks. “Then take me, sweetheart. Inch by inch. Show us how good our girl can ride.”

I brace my hands on his chest, trembling as I start to lower myself, the thick head nudging past my entrance. My breath stutters, caught between arousal and the impossible stretch. The pressure builds, sharp and sweet all at once, and a cry slips out before I can stop it.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I gasp, panic and bliss tangling in my voice.

“You can take it,” he assures me, voice husky but calm, grounding me. His hands hold my hips, firm but not forcing. “You’re made for me, darlin’. Made for all of us.”

Cash is behind me in a heartbeat, his breath hot on my shoulder. “Got another hole beggin’ for attention, sugar. Think you can handle bein’ stuffed like our perfect little toy?”

“Yes,” I whimper, no hesitation, no shame. My body is past the point of denial. “Want it. Please. Want all of you.”

Walker’s groan vibrates through me. “Hear that? She’s beggin’ for it. Our desperate little Omega.”

Cash chuckles darkly, sliding his fingers between my cheeks, which are already covered in slick. “Never done this before, huh?”

I shake my head frantically. “Never.”

“Good girl.” His praise is a rumble in my bones. “Then I’ll make it so sweet you’ll never forget it. ”

Instead of pushing inside right away, a finger circles the tight ring of my ass, and I jolt, a startled moan ripping from my throat. My body wants to fight it, every instinct tensing until the heat burning through me claws louder, screaming for more .

“That’s it, sugar,” Cash croons, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades as his fingertip teases. “Breathe. Let me in.”

Walker palms my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs, breaking my resistance. Cash pushes his finger past the stubborn ring. The stretch makes me whimper, torn between the ache and the fiery rush of desire flooding me.

“Too much?” he murmurs, though he already knows the answer from the way I grind back against him.

“Not enough,” I pant, the words spilling out. “Please—more.”

He groans, working that single finger deeper before sliding out, only to push two back in, scissoring me open.

The pressure steals my breath, a sharp ache that melts into heat until I’m trembling, rocking shamelessly against his hand while squeezing Walker, who’s hissing beneath me, catching his breath.

“There she is,” Cash mutters, voice dark with approval. “So ready for us she doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

Walker chuckles low in my ear. “She knows. Look at her taking you. Can’t get enough, can you, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer. My nails bite into Walker’s chest as Cash twists his fingers just right, and the sharp edge of the stretch makes me cry out. The ache is unbearable and perfect all at once, and still it isn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

Cash withdraws his fingers, slick with my arousal, and positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock nudges against me, the pressure enough to draw another loud moan from my throat.

“Easy,” he murmurs, voice rough, steady hands braced at my hips. “Gonna take my time with you. Make sure you’re good and ready.”

He pushes forward an inch, then stills. The stretch burns, overwhelming, and I gasp, clenching around him. My head drops forward onto Walker’s shoulder, a helpless sound breaking from me.

“That’s it,” Walker soothes, kissing my brow as Cash eases another inch inside.

“Doing so damn good,” Ridge murmurs.

I’m trembling, a mix of strain and pleasure spiraling tighter with every slow push. I feel myself opening around him, my body yielding even as it shudders from the effort.

“Cash—” My voice fractures, half plea, half moan.

“I know, sugar.” His thumb strokes circles into my hip, anchoring me. “You want more, don’t you? ”

“Yes,” I breathe, raw and shaky. “Please.”

He gives me what I beg for, driving deeper until he’s fully sheathed. The fullness knocks the air from my lungs, every nerve alight. He holds still, letting me adjust, letting me fall apart around him.

Walker presses his lips to my temple, his voice a low rasp. “Look at her, taking every inch. Our girl’s perfect.”

Cash groans, forehead dropping between my shoulders. “Tight as sin. Like she was made for us.”

The world tilts, blurs, pleasure spiking hot and relentlessly through my veins. I’m full, stretched, dizzy with it, and yet, even like this, I can’t stop craving more.

That’s when Ridge steps up, looming over us, hand tangling in my hair. His cock is right there at my lips, thick and flushed.

“Don’t forget about me, gorgeous,” he growls.

“I couldn’t,” I pant, licking my lips, the ache in my body twisting into sharper need. “Want you too.”

“Open for me,” he orders. “I want to feel that sweet mouth.”

I part my lips willingly, taking him in. My moan vibrates around his thickness as Cash and Walker do small thrusts in and out of me. The triple assault is almost too much, heat swallowing me whole, body stretched to breaking, mind short-circuiting.

“Fuck,” Walker groans beneath me, his hips jerking. “ She’s clenching like a vise. You like this, sweetheart? Like bein’ stuffed full by your Alphas?”

I try to answer, but it comes out garbled around Ridge’s cock, a broken moan that makes them all laugh in hungry delight.

Ridge’s grip in my hair tightens, his thrusts shallow, teasing. “Not born for it. She chose it. Chose us. Didn’t you, baby?”

I manage a muffled yes , tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming fullness.

Walker grits his teeth, hips bucking harder. “Shit, Ridge. She’s squeezin’ me so hard I’m about to lose it.”