Page 92 of The Butcher

I thought it was ridiculous when my mother described how she felt around my father. The butterflies in her stomach, the way it was like her heart almost skipped a beat whenever he looked at her. She told me being around him was the most thrilling, most nerve wracking few months of her life, and the longer they were together, the more she craved that feeling.

At the time, I thought she was insane.

How could she, or anyone else, feel that way about a male let alone an alpha?

It was absurd, and something I couldn’t wrap my head around, but I understand it now. And when she used the word craved, it sounded silly but there isn’t another word in my vocabulary to describe how badly I want to spend every waking second with my mates.

Even the jackass who tried to convince me he doesn’t want anything to do with me.

“I just wanted to be sure,” Clay gives me that beautiful smile as he visibly relaxes. “You were almost scowling. It was a gorgeous scowl, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant.”

“Bramley,” Nash and I both say, and I can’t help but giggle. “I don’t mean to bring him up but?—“

“Oh, pretty girl, it’s impossible not to.” Clay winks at me then hops up on the bed facing me. “Especially when being naked is involved.”

My cheeks grow hot and I swallow hard, watching as my beta scoots until we’re almost knee to knee.

Oh boy.

“I don’t want you to think, well, I mean, he isn’t here?—“

“Indy, honey, it’s fine.” Nash sits up a little and I feel his chest against my back. “Believe us when we say, we understand, and it’s fine.”

I take a deep breath but end up holding it in as Nash hesitantly rests his hands on my thighs. He’s seriously so sweet, but little things like that are a combination of his sweetness, and a heat this man keeps under wraps most of the time. And it does all kinds of things to me when I catch a glimpse of it.

“Really?” I ask on a long exhale. I had no idea how much I needed to be touched like this.

It isn’t necessarily sexual, even though I can feel myself heading in that direction, but the gentle affection is something I didn’t know I needed, and the more it happens, the more I want it to.

I look at Clayton, whose smile has grown while he emphatically nods, then glance over my shoulder at Nash. “I don’t want you to…” I can’t even finish saying it because of how it makes me feel, but I don’t have to, not when my alpha says it for me.

“Think your mind is going to be elsewhere?” I nod and he gives me a shy smile. “We won’t. We love Bram, don’t get me wrong, and he’s on our minds a lot so we expect you to be in the same boat.” Then, right before my eyes, I see a flash of the alpha dominance I’m used to, but I’m not the least bit afraid. No, instead I perfume like an absolute needy mess. I squeeze my thighs together as Nash pushes his nose into my hair until Ican feel his lips against my neck, then he growls, “But I promise, none of us are going to give that asshat a second thought for the next few hours.”

Oh my god.

Well, I can officially say I was wrong about everything I thought about men and alphas prior to waking up in Obsidian Falls. So very, very wrong, and I’m just going to have to let my scent fly at this point because stopping it is going to be impossible if Nash keeps this up.

“God, I love it when he gets all growly.”

Smiling slowly, I let my eyes find Clay’s, then instinctively lick my lips when I realize he’s staring at us with a hooded gaze and hungry expression. Inexperienced or not, I know what that means, and since I don’t think he even wants to blink, I know I’m right.

Clayton scoots a little closer, stretching his legs out and crossing them over Nash’s, his fingers carefully brushing over my knees before his palms are flush against them.

“You are in charge, Indigo Rae. We are both dying to do all kinds of things to you, with you, but you’re the one who gets to call the shots. If this is okay, this is as far as we’ll go until you say otherwise, and in the meantime, you tell us what you want.”

His hands slide up toward Nash’s as my alpha nuzzles the side of my neck, and it takes everything in me not to moan my response. “This is good. I’m very okay with this.”

Clayton glances over my shoulder, probably exchanging some unspoken words with Nash before he gives me that blinding smile. “Well then, our beautiful omega, what would you like to happen next?”

My cheeks are going to be red forever.

The compliments, the touching, the way I can smell both of them stronger than I’ve yet to, all of it is going to keep me brightred, and I honestly don’t care. But I’ve never been in a situation like this before, and I’m not exactly sure where to start.

Which my beta seems to pick up on because of what he does next.

Clay lifts his hands and holds them out as if to say hold on, I got this, then reaches behind his head and in one swift move, he’s sitting in front of me without a shirt on.

Wow.

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