Page 17 of Wild Omegas (Wild Skies Ranch Omegaverse #1)

Josie

I’m not entirely sure what went wrong. I’ve been dizzy all day, sure.

But it’s come in waves. One second I’m climbing upstairs in the barn to grab some more hay for the foal.

Not that Luke hadn’t set out enough but the foal was just so cute and I thought…

Thought what? I’ve been at Wild Skies Ranch for basically no time at all.

I have no business coming up here without Luke.

A point proven when the floorboards—old and possibly rotten—give way beneath my bad ankle. They crash to the ground below and so do I.

I see a blur of something dark as I fall and then land hard in a set of muscular arms. Wood debris lands around us along with bits of hay.

Luke’s chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes wide as I stare up at him, his arms cradling me.

“Are you okay?”

I hesitate for a moment and scan my body. There’s no stabbing pain or blood, but my hands and arms shake a lot. “Yeah, mostly.”

“What happened?” He’s still not let me go and given the firmness of his hold, I don’t think he’s going to. It’s enough to tell me that I was close to hitting the ground. As shaken as I am, he might be worse.

I reach for his face and hold it. His breath stills. “I don’t know what happened but I’m okay. I think those boards need to be replaced.”

He chuckles dryly—relief, not amusement. “Agreed. I’ll go get wood tomorrow and start that project, you have my word.”

Luke still hasn’t let me down.

“I’m okay, Luke,” I say. “Are you?”

Luke swallows hard then sets me down on the ground. He doesn’t let go until it’s clear I’m okay enough to stand on my own. “I am now that you’re safe.”

I smile gratefully up at him and test out my bad ankle. It’s healed mostly from twisting it in the driveway, but every now and then it aches some. “Thank you for catching me.”

Luke smiles back. “I’ll always catch you when you fall, Josie.” And then his face hardens. “That’s actually what I was coming out here to talk to you about.”

My heart leaps. He wants to know everything. “What do you mean?”

Guilt swims in his eyes. Maybe he doesn’t want to pry, but I sense we’re at a point where they can no longer ignore it. Neither can I.

“What’s going on, Josie?”

I bite my lip. I can’t keep lying to them. But are they ready for the full story? I’m still not sure I’m ready to tell it. But they’re my pack and they’re the people my grandparents entrusted Wild Skies Ranch to while they’re gone. They deserve to know.

But Damien’s threats still haunt my mind, along with the things I’ve heard that he’s done to others. He’s not just a well-connected crime lord running drugs and blood money. Damien traffics omegas.

Luke places a finger under my chin and gently lifts my brown gaze to his cool chocolate one. His whisky and leather scent is so strong today. It’s all around me, soothing my persistent dizziness. “We can help you with anything, Josie. Just tell us.”

For a moment I see the Luke I knew as a child. Caring, devoted to family, innocent. Things I’ve definitively not been over the last few years.

I nod a little. “I got in trouble, that’s all. It involved my bakery burning down and how it wasn’t just my bakery that went down. Obviously some people were upset about that.”

Luke’s brow crinkles. “The calls and texts. Those aren’t from your friends back in the city, are they?”

An icy shame washes through me. “No, they’re not.

I’m sorry I’ve kept this to myself and lied.

I just…” I look past him to the horses in the distance.

The foal has rejoined its mother and they’re farther out toward the pasture now.

“I don’t want to put you all in the crosshairs of this if there’s no reason to.

The calls are just calls. Same with the texts.

No one’s going to actually follow me, least of all here. ”

Luke takes in my words but he doesn’t speak right away. The silence is filled by the way his scent sort of throbs around my existence. It’s so enticing. Even despite what we’re talking about, I want to reach out and touch him, and it’s becoming hard not to.

I sway where I stand, dizzy again as I imagine running my hands down his chest toward his hips…

Luke catches me. Concern wrinkles his eyes. “Josie?”

“Just a little dizzy.”

His jaw locks. “From the fall?”

Oh no. I laugh. “No, not from the fall.”

Luke presses the back of his hand to my forehead. I know what he finds. I’m hot—burning up, really, as I stand here—and it’s not a fever. “You’re in heat.”

I nod. “And it’s starting quite fiercely, honestly.” But that’s also a little bit of a lie. I have been dizzy for the last two days and I knew, timing wise, this heat was coming. But hell if Wild Skies Pack didn’t draw it out. Now, standing here in front of Luke, I’m turning into an inferno.

I want to reach out to touch him but I have no idea if I’ll be able to let go. My core clenches tight at the thought of him just sweeping me away back to my nest. I want it. Crave it.

Luke glances down to my shaking hands. “I’ll take you back to the house.” He grabs my hand and my body ignites with excitement from that single, simple touch.

I sway again and grab on to his shirt. “Luke.”

He wraps an arm around me. In the space of a few minutes I’ve gone from functional to a quivering omega in heat. Everywhere his arm touches becomes a contact point drawing my heat to a fever pitch.

I need him.

I need all of them.

Each alpha. Each knot.

I wrap an arm around his neck and draw him in for a kiss.

Luke claims my mouth with his tongue. It’s a desperate dance, quick and fiery, and it completely ignores the conversation we just had.

But it’s getting harder to think on top of being warmer.

My heat has never come on so suddenly before.

So intensely. Is this what it’s like for all omegas in packs?

Luke pulls back from the kiss. “Tell me what you want, Josie.”

At first I think he’s asking because he’s not sure of the answer. But that’s not it at all. The somber intensity in his eyes says it all.

He wants me to tell him exactly what I want him to do to help me through this heat.

A boldness unlike anything I’ve felt before spirits me into action.

I slip on to my tiptoes and pull his mouth back to mine.

I command the kiss and send us into a spiral of intensity only remedied by movement.

I slip my hands across his t-shirt-covered chest and push him backward.

We walk this way until his back hits a stall door and then I turn him so it’s my back against it.

His fingers twine into my hair and form a fist, keeping me there while our tongues dance.

When we finally pull back, gasping for breath, I look right into his darkened eyes. “I want your knot, Luke. I want all of your knots. My whole pack, right now.”

A hazy, lust-filled look grips Luke’s eyes. “I think they’re occupied at the moment and you’re burning right up. I’m happy to oblige you until we’re all back at the house together.”

He’s right about that: I am burning up.

I rip open my button-down plaid shirt and go to lift up my tank top. “Give me your knot.”

Luke’s hands still over mine before I can get the tank top over my head. “Are you sure? You’re in heat… your scent is overwhelming. I’m…” His fingers white-knuckle around my tank top. “Control might not be something I can maintain right now.”

“Don’t then,” I whisper. “I don’t want you in control, Luke. I want you as wild as I feel right now.” I draw his mouth back to mine for a moment. “I want you .”

Luke’s hands drop mine and my tank top. They grip the top of my jeans and pop open the button. He tears down my jeans to the barn floor. “My omega will always get what she desires.”

He kneels to the floor.

I think I might start sobbing.

Luke’s hands travel between my thighs. My head arcs back against the stall door before his tongue finds my slit.

I whimper, my legs shaking, as his tongue begins to explore everything but where I need him most. It’s all so much more intense than sex outside of heat.

Every sensation is five times just more .

My slick is free-flowing, coating him and my thighs already.

Luke laps it up while humming happily, but what he’s not doing is giving me the one thing I need right now.

I grip his hair and hold his face in place. “Eat me out, Luke. Then give me your damn knot. Stop taking your time.”

Luke growls. It sends an excited shiver straight down my spine to my toes and back up again to my core. “I’m the one giving commands.”

I tighten my grip on his hair. “Not today.” Not while this heat is burning me alive, making me far bolder than usual, far more needy.

If Luke isn’t going to satisfy me, then I’ll do it myself.

I need relief. I’m burning up, my body aches from my breasts to my core.

It longs for alphas and the relief only they can bring.

Another whimper escapes me as his fingers explore around my entrance but not inside. Not that fingers will suffice, but at least it’d be something .

“Luke, please,” I beg.

He reaches up with one hand and removes my hand from his hair. “Then put your hands on the stall door.”

My brow furrows but I do as commanded. “Please.”

Luke looks up at me. “Keep them there or I stop.”

I nod hurriedly. Whatever gets him back between my legs. “Yes sir.”

Luke’s eyes narrow. He smiles, then dives back in.

His tongue brushes my clit and I nearly scream from the pleasure and its intensity.

I gasp for breath. Luke drives two fingers into me and starts working me from both inside and out.

Pleasure wracks my body. My toes curl and my legs feel like jelly.

Luke hikes my leg over one of his shoulders and that helps but good god .

I reach out to hold his head again for support but the second my fingers touch his hair Luke stops the glorious devouring of my core.

I bang my head back against the door. “Please, Luke.”

“Hands,” he commands while staring intensely at me.

My chest heaves with every breath. My heartbeat thuds in my ears. I nod and remove my hands, place them back on the stall door, and only then does Luke return to his work.

My slick makes everything more sensitive and when Luke adds a third finger I feel my orgasm fast approaching.

The delicious rise like a rollercoaster sends my toes curling and as much as I try not to, I simply need something to hold on to.

My hands go to Luke’s hair and shoulder as I stabilize myself for the fall into ecstasy, but Luke pulls back and goes still.

Tears build in my eyes. “Luke! Please. My heat.”

He looks up at me again and now I see why wild mares always break to him. He’s intense. Deliberate. Determined. “Hands on the stall door.”

“I can’t, I?—”

He moves fast, rising from between my legs and reaching for something hanging beside my head on the wall. A bunch of rope. Rope.

A rush of excitement pours through me. I’ve never… Ropes and things… I’ve never done that before. Not even with my other pack. It’s always seemed so intense. Trust needs to be had.

But Luke…

I trust Luke. I love him. And I’m excited for whatever makes him excited. Even if it means not always listening to his rules.

Hmm. Maybe especially if it means not listening to his rules.

Luke turns me to the side and gathers my hands. “If you’re incapable of following instructions then let me help you keep your hands in place.” His eyes ask for consent despite his words. I nod. “If you will behave like a wild omega you’ll be treated like one.”

He ties my wrists loosely together and places me back into position.

He raises my leg back over his shoulder and goes right back to devouring me.

My denied orgasm rushes back and crashes into me but Luke doesn’t stop even while I struggle not to teeter sideways.

Without even a wall to hold on to it’s nearly impossible and it takes so much of my focus that I don’t feel the second orgasm coming until it hits.

I cry out, whimpering, and gasp for breath.

Luke does not stop. His fingers thrust in and out of me with perfect intent and a constant stream of pressure on my g-spot.

My whole body feels as if it’ll explode with pressure, but my arousal never ends.

It’s never satisfied. Not after I cum a third time, then a fourth.

Only at that point does Luke withdraw and pull off my shirt and bra.

He busies himself with drawing a nipple into his mouth while we removes his own clothes. Luke’s large, very hard length falls out of his jeans. I cry out again, moaning and purring with pleasure as he places a hand on my other breast.

All of these sensations. They’re all so, so much. Amazing. But they’re not what I need, what he’s depriving me of.

“Luke,” I plead.

Luke kisses me deeply and rests a hand gently on my throat. “Yes?”

“Please,” I say.

“Say it,” he says while grinding his hips against mine. His hard length is already coated with the slick pouring out of me.

“Give me your knot,” I say.

Luke considers me for a long moment. I can’t read the expression in his gaze, but I can take a few guesses that it’s the same thing I’m feeling.

I love this man. I think I have loved him for a very long time.

But I left him and Fairwater Falls long ago. He’s worried I’m going to leave again after giving them all of this.

“I’m yours,” I say. “All of yours. I’m never leaving Wild Skies again.”

Luke nods. “Good.”

He turns me around and walks me toward a nearby barrel about as high as my hips. He bends me over it and presses his cock between my legs. There’s a sound of foil opening and then he shifts some, then it’s just sweet bliss as he enters me in one fluid motion. All the way to the hilt.

We both gasp at the feeling. My breasts press into the wood and my wrists are still bound at my back.

I have nothing to hold on to and the only thing keeping me upright is Luke’s body as he sets a ruthless rhythm befitting an omega in heat.

He both stokes the fire within me and satisfies it with each and every stroke.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he whispers.

I whimper. Having him inside me is the only thing lowering the temperature of this heat, and when his knot presses inside too, I think I might be done for in the best way. I feel full and sated, like I may be able to survive the walk back to my nest until my alphas all join me there as one pack.

Luke cums with one last hard thrust and holds himself there. He grunts and I can almost feel his cock throbbing inside me. After he finishes, he kisses a blazing trail down my back and across my neck, holding me until his knot deflates.

Then he stands me up, undoes the ropes at my wrists, and collects our clothes. He hands those to me and then scoops me up and walks back toward the house.

To our nest.

To our pack.

I tuck my head against his chest as the world starts to spin in a dizzying heat spike. It’s going to be a long next few days.

At least I have my pack beside me.