Page 11 of Wild Omegas (Wild Skies Ranch Omegaverse #1)

Josie

Carson and Brooks climb up into the bed of Luke’s truck while Luke kisses me thoroughly.

His hands are busy while his tongue dives into my mouth.

He pulls down my shorts which is a bit tricky with them already soaked from the rain.

But once they’re off, Luke pries open my legs and kneels between them.

His mouth is hot on my inner thighs as they blaze a trail north.

His full beard tickles my sensitive skin.

I moan but it’s swallowed by Carson’s mouth as his tongue dances with mine.

Brooks slips his hand beneath my crop top and massages my breast. I moan again into Carson’s mouth.

Before I know it, my crop top and bra are also gone, my breasts spilling forward into Brooks’s face and the rain at the same time.

Brooks captures a nipple in his mouth and presses his tongue against it.

White-hot pleasure scorches a path through my body to my core.

My hips buck off the truck bed into Luke’s waiting face.

He uses the opportunity to press his lips where I need him most, devouring the throbbing heat pulsating there.

His tongue flicks against my clit. Pleasure rockets through me while he feasts like a starving man.

Carson and Brooks slowly remove their belt buckles and push down their jeans.

I reach for their lengths in the relative darkness as their scents—campfire smoke and cedar—completely envelop me like a cocoon of both safety and absolute attraction.

When Luke looks up at me his own scent hits me too—leather and whisky—and he holds that eye contact while he dips two fingers inside me.

My lips part in an “o” as he plunges inside.

“Fuck,” I moan.

I feel Brooks smile against my breast. I am heady mix of pleasure and desire and there’s nothing else I’d rather become.

Nowhere else I’d rather be but right here in Luke’s truck bed with these alphas, rain and all.

Goosebumps light my skin because of how cold the rain is, but these alphas are so warm and so massive that I don’t stay cold for long where they touch me.

Rain smooths my hair to my body and runs in rivulets down their shirts and faces.

I take Brooks and Carson’s lengths into my hands—such small hands for such bulky cocks—and began to work them.

My alphas groan and buck into my hands. I smile—a smile that disappears as Luke dips his head back between my thighs and licks my clit while he fingers me.

Pleasure coils tight there until I can’t hold it in anymore.

An orgasm climbs up to meet me, pulling my body tight, until my toes curl in my boots and I cum on Luke’s hand.

I whimper and moan as I ride it out. The alphas in my hands hiss at the sound of it, their breaths hitching as their cocks throb.

Luke looks up but still pumps his fingers into me. “Josie.”

My name. Spoken light a statement but I can hear the question he’s not asking.

I nod emphatically. “Yes. Please, yes. Take me. I need you.” I look up at Carson and Brooks. “All of you. Now.”

They exchange a look. I’m jealous of their seeming telepathy and coordination, like they always move as one without speaking out loud.

They reach some sort of unspoken agreement and Luke lifts me up.

Carson slips free of my hand and works his way beneath me, so I’m on top of him facing up at Luke who’s prying open my legs again.

He pulls a few condoms out from his pocket and hands one to each of the guys, but only Carson and Luke roll one on for now.

They maneuver into place until I feel Luke’s cock at my entrance.

I brace myself for a pleasure I’ve not felt in far too long.

Then Brooks’s cock comes into view. I pull him toward me and press my lips against the head.

Brooks reaches down to hold my head and nods. I pull him into my mouth and he growls low in his throat—heady and happy.

I grin around his length and keep working him as Luke pushes an inch inside. A single glorious inch, just the head of his cock inside, and we both moan raggedly.

“Hells,” I breathe.

“You’re doing amazing, angel,” Carson coos while he kisses my neck.

“She’s tight as hell,” Luke announces.

“Not for long,” Carson comments as he reaches around to finger my clit.

A pleasured whimper escapes me lips. My walls seem to open further for Luke, who presses in farther. We both moan again.

I pop off Brooks’s cock. “Just do it,” I breathe. “Please.” I need all of him inside me right now. No more waiting, no taking it slow. Luke is large, but so is my need.

Luke must agree this is the best course of action because he does as asked, sliding all the way home to the hilt. We both gasp at the feeling. The fullness. My walls press in tight around him.

“Josie,” he breathes.

I hold his face and draw him in for a kiss he entertains for all of three seconds before allowing me to return to Brooks who I welcome home with a moan along his length.

Luke reaches down as he thrusts into me and fingers my back entrance.

It’s not a new experience for me, but it has been a long time—long before my previous pack abandoned me.

Still, it’s a much smoother process and Carson is all too ready to finish it off.

He slips into me too, and now with both of them filling me up, I realize I have never before been so full .

They move in tandem, creating a pressure that builds into pleasure that I ride to another orgasm. My body clamps down around them both as a moan leaves my lips to envelop Brooks’s length in my mouth. I cum hard, and then their bodies stiffen too.

I know all too well why. Their knots have already bloomed and await my permission.

I remove Brooks from my mouth long enough to say, “Give me your knots. I want them.”

“Are you sure, angel?” Carson asks before kissing my neck again.

“Desperately sure.” I’m not in heat, but I can think of nothing more satisfying in this exact moment than these alphas knotting me.

“As you wish, angel,” Luke says. He presses his knot into me, and then Carson follows suit.

And I thought I was full before. I’m now unsure how I’m not bursting at the seams. They press their knots inside and thrust a little more until they go rigid one last time. Luke and Carson empty their seed into me with heady growls that send excited shivers down my spine to my core.

I continue to blow Brooks until their knots deflate and they pull out of me. That’s when Brooks cups my face and pulls me off his length.

“Do you want my knot too, angel?” As if Brooks needs to ask.

I nod and in short order Brooks is settled between my legs, his cock nestled at my entrance.

Carson holds me from behind still, his back pressed against the truck bed and his hands kneading my breasts and thumbing my nipples.

Brooks rolls on his condom and lines himself up.

Between his packmates’ seed and the rain there’s no resistance.

Brooks simply slides on home and thrusts only a few times before pressing his knot into me.

It’s quick, but it’s everything , and I hold him to me as he cums. We kiss until his knot deflates and he finally pulls out.

I wish I could see their faces. It’s so dark out especially now with the rain. My cheeks are hot, though, and my skin feels scorching where they’ve touched.

For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel cold in any sense of the word. In fact, I feel… loved. Cared for, at least. I won’t be stupid enough to think that just because we’ve had sex and I’ve had their knots that we’re all in love .

We’re in lust.

We might even be in genuine attraction.

But this, whatever this is, is far too new to be anything more.

Right now, though, it’s everything.

The alphas let the rain wash themselves a bit and I do the same before we all pull our clothes back into order before the tow truck arrives. And when it does, it’s a short but wet ride back to Wild Skies Ranch.

My thoughts are a whirlwind of possibilities and realities, a gyre of unknowns as to where this could or should go. There’s only one thing I know for certain:

We are not the same alphas and omega who left the ranch earlier tonight.

I think we might be a full pack now.

Wild Skies Pack.