Page 43 of Snows Sinful Seven

An adorable blush takes over her creamy cheeks. “No,” she sighs. “I mean, kind of? It’s hard to explain. It’s like I knew one of you was there, but I knew I wasn’t in any danger, so I didn’t really worry.” She bites her lower lip, and damn it, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself in check. “Gods, that’s horrible of me. I really should be more aware of my surroundings considering everything that's going on.”

“Maybe just a little.” I hold up my finger and thumb. “So, what are you doing?” I ask, peeking around her to see what she was planting. “I mean, I know you’re gardening, but what are you planting?”

“A little bit of everything.” She smiles. “I found some seeds under the sink. You have everything here to plant a garden, one that could provide you with a lot of the fruits and vegetables that you eat. Yet, you haven’t done anything with it.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, nodding. “It’s because we don’t really have much time. Between hunting and work, we’re pretty beat by the time we get home. Tending to a garden isn’t on the top of our list of things to do.”

“I understand.” She nods, then slaps her hands on her thighs. “It’s a good thing you have me now, isn’t it.” She grins. “This will give me something to do, to keep me busy while you all are off working. By the way, what do you guys hunt?”

I shrug. “Deer, moose, rabbit. Stuff like that. We set up snares, and anything we catch, we bring home to eat for supper that night.”

Her brows furrow. “How come I’ve never seen you bring home anything.”

“Because we have a shed out back where we do the slaughtering. Gets messy with all the blood and guts.” I chuckle.

Her eyes widen. “Good point. Please keep whatever fuzzy creatures you catch in that shed. I understand the circle of life. But I don’t want to see it.”

“That we can do.” I grin. “Need any help?”

“Sure.” Her bright smile makes me way too damn happy.

This is getting more risky by the second. But the fact is, she’s my mate. My omega.

She smells so fucking good as I kneel down in the cool dirt next to her. “Put me to work, boss.” I wink, and she giggles.

“Here.” She hands me a pack of carrot seeds. “I already did the hard work.” She teases. “You just need to stick these in the ground. Keep them spaced apart about an inch or two and about finger length deep.” Her eyes drop to my hands. She licks her lips, which gets my heart going. Does the size of them scare her? No, by the sweet smell of her arousal, they seem to be having the opposite effect. I bet she would look fucking fantastic as I gripped her hips and shoved my knot deep inside her needy omega pussy.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I lift my leg a little bit, praying she doesn’t notice my cock starting to emerge. If seeing a monster doesn’t send her running, my eight-inch red cock with a knot the size of a baseball will.

“I guess for you, maybe half a finger deep will do. Your fingers... they’re pretty long. They might go too deep.”

Sweet mother of god, does she know how much her words are affecting me right now?

“Got it,” I say quickly, needing to get to work to keep my mind off my dirty thoughts.

Snow moves away from me so she can start to plant some beets, and I’m grateful for the space to get myself under control.

It hasn’t been easy for me and the others to keep our hands to ourselves when all we want to do is touch her, claim her, andmake her ours. But Dallas would have our asses if we fuck this up.

A burning sensation in my nose has me groaning inside. I’ve been doing so damn good.

I sneeze. It’s loud and makes Snow jump. “Shit, sorry.” I sniff, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand.

“Bless you,” she laughs, getting back to work.

I sneeze again and again before I jump to my feet.

“Are you okay?” Snow asks as she stands, dusting her hands off on her already dirty dress.

“Not really.” I pinch my nose to keep the burning from making me sneeze again. “I’m kind of allergic to... well, the outside.”

“What?” Her eyes widen. “Why on earth are you gardening then?”

“I wanted to help.”

She narrows her eyes and looks all cute as she points to the chair nearby. “Sit. I’ve got this.”

“Okay.” I don’t argue and do as she tells me.

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