Omega. Are you watching?
Five
Matilda
“UpnextisMurphyMyers riding Bubbles,” the announcer’s voice booms from the crackling speakers.
That’s my Alpha! Wait, my Alpha?
I’ve been reeling since I noticed him in the arena. My mind replaying his blonde hair curling around his ears as he rode his horse with such commanding confidence, gripping it with his strong thighs.
Oh.Those thighs.
All wrapped up in dark blue denim, toned and firm.
And oh. Those forearms.
I’ve never really considered a man’s forearms sexy before, but I can’t stop replaying how they flexed as he gripped the steer’s horns. He has a scorpion tattoo on his left forearm, its tail poised and erect, mimicking the same tension I feel in my lower belly.
My body is humming with arousal.
I swallow thickly and try to rein in my thoughts. I can’t keep perfuming in public like this. It’s embarrassing. June keeps throwing me knowing looks and I desperately want to ask her if this is how she felt when she first saw Ben. What did she do about it?
I assumed when I found an Alpha who was compatible, we’d sit down and have a sensible discussion about our expectations. We’d negotiate the terms of our bonding in a cool, calm, and collected manner.
Instead, I feel hot, frenzied, and horny.
“That’s odd. Murphy wasn’t on the roster for wild bronc riding,” Ida says beside me, squinting at the arena with a perturbed expression.
“What’s bronc riding?” I ask and wave my hand in front of my face to chase away the flies. An outsider might presume the whole grandstand is greeting them as we all fight to keep the buzzing insects out of our faces – the aussie salute.
“The most dangerous event in rodeo. I’ll ask Ben if he knows what’s going on,” June says, her voice wavering. She pulls out her phone and her fingers tap rapidly at the screen.
The glare from the setting sun causes my eyes to water. It’s hanging low on the horizon, hovering threateningly and casting long, spikey shadows across the plains.
Ida nods and turns back to me, adjusting her white broad-brimmed hat to protect her eyes. “Wild horse riding. The horses move differently than bulls. They jump faster, higher, and they’re smart. I’ve seen a horse do crazy things to buck a cowboy off. If someone is going to get hurt tonight, it’ll be in this event.”
I look back at the arena and spot a flash of blonde hair glimmering behind a violently rattling gate. Loud banging noises make me flinch and fill me with growing trepidation. Hooves clang on metal as the beast within snorts with fury.
“How bad could a horse called Bubbles be?” I ask with a half-hearted huff of laughter, trying to lighten my darkening thoughts. My defenses are lowered and I can feel the surge of worry coming from both Ida and June. It compounds with my growing trepidation.
Ida humourlessly purses her lips together, speechless for the first time since we met.
A loud buzzer sounds and the shaking gate opens. A brown beast explodes from the chute, its nostrils flared and eyes wild. On powerful legs, Bubbles launches itself into the air and kicks backwards – hooves soaring towards the pastel sky.
Bubbles is terrifying. Whoever named the beast has a sick sense of humour.
And yet, the look in Murphy’s eyes matches the horse. Wild. Instinctive. Determined. One hand holding on for dear life, and the other held aloft..
“And they’re off! Bubbles is giving Murphy the ride of his life!” the announcer bellows.
The horse’s back arches and I watch in fascinated horror as Murphy balances firmly on its back. I don’t know how he manages it.
Bubbles bucks ferociously beneath him, but Murphy’s grip remains firm. His body moves in perfect sync with the horse’s movements, and I can see the intense concentration etched on his face. His hips thrust back and forth, matching the rocking motion and I flush all over. More slick pools in my panties. They ride like this for what feels like an eternity before Bubbles suddenly pulls a move which nearly sends Murphy flying.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the squeak of concern from escaping.
The horse jumps high and twists in midair, throwing Murphy off balance. For a moment, I’m convinced that the Alpha will be dashed on the red dirt below, but he miraculously stabilises himself and comes back into form. The audience erupts into cheers and I join in.
