Murphy’slipspressagainstmine in a searing kiss, and I melt. My head is spinning and my heart is racing. His impulsive energy radiates fiercely. I seize hold of his aura, allowing it to flow back into him. The cycle of recklessness intensifies with each exchange, fueling our connection.
His scent is intoxicating.
I blink open my eyes and notice with satisfaction the dilation of his pupils. His intense stare resembles an untamed creature who’s caught its prey. A surge of excitement courses through me and I growl. An actual goddamn growl.
“Oh? Is that how it is?” Murphy smirks wickedly, pushing his hand through my hair to cup the back of my head. He crushes our lips together in a punishing kiss, his tongue licking deep. I nip at his lower lip playfully and he responds with a feral snarl, tilting his head to devour my mouth with his. I’ve never been kissed like this. His lips move against mine, sucking and biting until my head is spinning. When he pulls away, I can’t help but chase him.
“Alpha,” I say, my tone high and desperate. I’m perfuming heavily, my scent filling the small medical tent, matched by his own masculine scent. I can barely think, let alone speak and I try to voice my needs. “More. Naked. Knot. Now.”
A grin explodes over his gorgeous face, all humour gone, replaced with pure debauchery.
Without warning, he lifts me up, throwing one arm around my waist and supporting most of my weight with the other. Before I can even process what’s happening, we’re moving – he carries me away from the medical tent at lightning speed.
The sun has set and deep shadows sit in the wake of the arena’s staging area, behind the chutes and hidden by horse floats. We pass by fenced-in horses who seem to be startled by our sudden appearance. Murphy stops abruptly near a metal fence post and sets me down. I can hear people laughing and moving nearby, and the booming voice over the loudspeaker in the distance. I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but it’s suddenly the hottest thing I can think of. Other than the Alpha currently laving my throat with wet kisses.
He doesn’t waste time. His hands move quickly, deftly undoing the buttons of my jeans and sliding them off my hips with my panties. His gaze moves hungrily over my body as he takes me in.
“Fucking hell. Look at you. You’re soaked,” he says, his expression somewhere between desire and wonder. I feel heat flush my cheeks as his gaze lingers on the trickle of slick slowly sliding down my inner thighs. “Is this all for me?”
I’m breathing heavily, my eyes fixed firmly on the substantial bulge in his jeans. “Do you have something for me, Alpha?”
He grins wickedly at me and I feel his aura flicker with excitement. He likes me playing along. Hell, I enjoy playing along with his naughty game.
Murphy makes quick work of the giant buckle featuring a bucking bull and the word “champion” scrawled across the front and shoves them down his thighs.
His cock springs free, and I stare transfixed. In my line of work, I see a lot of penises and they’ve become as innocuous as any other body part. This cock, however, is doing a helluva lot for me. It’s the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Its head is a darker shade, the perfect mushroom shape with a thick vein running up it. At its base is a thicker girth, almost purple. His knot. It pulses while I look at it and I moan. Loudly.
“I need your knot,” I say without shame. No fear or care for the repercussions. A small voice in the back of my head whispers a question: What are you doing?
He holds my waist tightly as he leans in and resumes kissing me passionately. The sensation makes my heart flutter and my breath hitch in my throat as I moan against his lips. His hands roam over every inch of skin they can find, and it feels both new and familiar all at once.
Murphy presses me against the cool post and firmly rocks his rigid cock against my sensitive pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Omega. You ready?”
I nod. I’m soaked, the cool night air adding a new level of sensation to my inner thighs. I’ve never felt such a burning attraction to an Alpha before. Hell, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Yes. Alpha, please.” I don’t know exactly what I’m getting myself into, only that my channel feels empty and achy.
He looks down at me with smouldering eyes before we’re both hungrily devouring each other in a messy, desperate kiss. His full lips move expertly against mine as he pillages, and I can feel his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. The intensity builds quickly, ratcheting up to dizzying heights, and I’m breathless.
His free hand travels further down, skimming over my stomach and dipping lower until his fingers are brushing against the entrance to my body. The sensation is electric as he teases me, stroking slowly in a steady rhythm that builds until I’m on the brink of coming.
In one swift motion, Murphy cups my ass, lifting me up and entering me with a firm thrust. My brain stutters at the abrupt intrusion, my pussy walls clenched in shock. We stay frozen for a moment, my back pressed against the post, his hands squeezing my ass, and the horses nickering their disapproval in the pen behind me. Our bodies are suspended in pleasure as I wrap my legs around his hips. Faster than expected, my body loosens. He is so much larger than I am that I can’t hook my ankles behind his back, but it doesn’t matter because he’s holding me up effortlessly.
Then he moves. A delicious friction builds between us with each thrust.
“Murphy,” I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, scrambling for something to tether me to earth. He doesn’t respond; instead, he presses his face into my neck and breathes deep, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I can feel my orgasm building. This is ridiculous. I’ve never come from penetration alone and yet his dick has me on a hair trigger.
“Fuck, Matilda,” he growls, moving faster, his powerful arms holding me tight as he pounds into me. I can feel his knot swelling, and I arch my hips to meet his every thrust.
“Look at you taking me so well, Spitfire. You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re made for me,” he whispers roughly in my ear, his tongue dipping out to taste the sweat on my neck. He starts to suckle and nip on my pulse point and the flickers of pain only heighten the pleasure.
“I’m yours, Alpha.”
“Come for me, Omega,” he commands, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, my whole body clenching in anticipation as I teeter on the edge of release.
