Page 78 of Claiming Their Omega

I’m more than ready to fuck her again if she needs it. We already did just a short bit ago, but that’s the thing about Omegas in heats. They’re insatiable.

Grace hums, kisses me softly, then shakes her head. “I’m okay.”

“Okay.” I intertwine our naked limbs and just hold her, continuing to kiss all the bits of skin I can reach. Omegas get damn skin hungry too, still wanting to be petted and held even when they’re not actively being fucked. “I’m here. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

Grace smiles sleepily, happily, and I hold her and kiss her over and over until I feel her slump in my arms again, back asleep.

The others are still asleep, but I can’t quite get myself to rest more. I slowly disentangle my limbs from Grace’s, and slip out of the nest. I grab my jeans from where they’re lying on the floor but nothing else, then tiptoe downstairs to the kitchen.

Everyone’s got to be starving, after all that fucking we just did without a real break. We’re Alphas, and we work hard on the ranch every day—except for the past few days, when we called in some hired help to do basic chores around the ranch while we were taking care of Grace. But the point is, although we’re used to exercise and wearing ourselves out, we’re also used to huge meals to refill our empty stomachs.

I start making some good old-fashioned country food: beans, potatoes, corn cakes, bacon and sausage and eggs, creamed spinach, and fried tomatoes. I also throw in some proper Texas toast, baby carrots, rabbit stew, and of course, proper coffee.

Grace will need something too, after all this. I make enough for all five of us, but I also whip up some berries and cream, some corn bread using that recipe of her dad’s that she loves, with some honey butter, and some grilled asparagus and veggie kebobs for her.

I pile everything up onto various serving plates, then carry it all upstairs in trips on trays until I’ve got it inside the room.

The other Alphas are waking up, smelling the food, when I finish. I wave at the trays of food, setting Grace’s to the side so they know not to touch it.

“Thanks,” Jesse rasps quietly, piling food on his plate.

I nod. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of quiet munching as we all shovel food into our mouths. I hadn’t realized how starving I was until that food was in front of me and now it’s like I haven’t eaten in days as I scarf everything down.

As we eat, though, I can’t help but wonder how the others feel. I know that something’s shifted for me in a big way during the heat. I always had feelings for Grace, but I kept a damn good lid on them.

Now, I can’t do that anymore. And I want to do something about it. I want her to be ours, for real. But I’m not sure that I should actually say that out loud. I’m not sure if the others agree and, well, it could be messy.

Turns out, I don’t have to decide if I should say anything. As we finish eating, Hendrix clears his throat. “I think we all need to talk,” he says quietly. He glances meaningfully over at Grace as he speaks, in case it wasn’t clear what he meant.

I put my plate down and nod. “Agreed.”

“I think you all know what I’m going to say,” Hendrix begins.

I nod. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the other two nod as well.

“Look, we’ve tried to fight it. I know we all have. No one harder than you, Jesse.” Hendrix looks at Jesse and grins conspiratorially. Jesse glares at him, but it’s halfhearted.

I think he’s tired of fighting too.

“We all have feelings for her,” Hendrix concludes.

Cade looks for a second like he might deny it, then he deflates. Nods.

I know how hard it is for him to admit this. I put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “It hasn’t been easy. But I think it’s time we were honest with ourselves and each other.”

“Faint heart never won fair lady?” Jesse mutters sardonically.

“It’s a saying for a reason,” Hendrix points out. “Look, I think that we could really have something special with her. Call me crazy, but I do. I know that she wasn’t happy when she found out she’s an Omega and I know this whole courtship thing was just supposed to be pretend. But I think we can convince her that this could be real, and how good we could all be together.”

“I’m with Hendrix,” I admit. “I think that we should give this a real shot. I think that if we don’t… we’ll spend the rest of our lives wondering about what could’ve been.”

Cade and Jesse both looked a little panicked at that idea, and I know that we’ve got them. We’re all suckers for Grace, and it looks like we’ll be the ultimate suckers one more time to try to win her heart for real.

Cade nods. Then Jesse. Hendrix smiles. “Then we’re in agreement.”

I nod. “We sure are.”

Time to court Grace Whitmore for real and prove that we’re the perfect Alpha pack for her.

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