Page 45 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

He’s looking around, trying to think of what to say. But what can he say? He was creeping around and came in here to watch me sleep. Jokes on him because here I am wide awake.

It’s probably just his alpha needing to see the omega in his house. The need to see me and probably scent me is most likely over riding him.

Instincts between alpha and omegas can be a real bitch.

He stuffs his hands in the khaki colored work pants that hug his thick thighs. Someone didn’t skip leg day. My eyes gaze down as I wonder if every part of him is thick and big. My tongue lands between my teeth as I nip it and train my gaze up over his plaid flannel shirt and back to his face as he tries to read me.

I can smell my perfume in the air and watch the way his hands fist in his pockets but he doesn’t comment on the fact that I just perfumed for him.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” I nod again, my tongue aching from nipping at it, and watch him rock on his heels. He wants me to feel safe and is containing himself from grabbing me, like most alphas would do in this situation.

It’s clear that he wants to have a conversation and here I am, quietly looking at him, tongue tied around him for no good reason other than the pack alpha makes me horny.

So very, very horny.

I bet he is just as horny. And I’d love to take him in my mouth and help him out.

It’s powerful to make men feel like this but it’s dangerous and the danger is something I’m very aware of.

But Paxton doesn’t feel dangerous.

“Do you need anything?” He means it too.

He isn’t just asking to fill up the conversation or seem polite. If I told him I needed something I could tell he would go and get it for me. No questions asked.

And I like that real quality.

“I don’t like being in new spaces. I don’t like being around newpeople. And I don’t like not knowing what you all want from me. It feels like I’m floating and not tethered to anything. Which makes my anxiety act up and I start thinking of doom scenarios in my head.” His eyes soften as he looks at me, all honesty in his eyes.

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed he is far enough away that I feel safe but close enough that if I wanted to I’d be to him in just a few steps.

Paxton is good at reading my social cues. He’s good at seeing what I need and staying calm and clear in the way he presents himself.

It’s calming to have his presence here. His scent wafting around the room and hugging around me like a blanket.

“If you don’t know already, Sadie, we all find you attractive. But beyond that there is something that is pulling all of us to you. More than just your scent but there is a bigger pull to our mate than just that.” My heart is hammering in my chest as I feel the soft burn of a blush on the apple of my cheeks.

He called memate.

“We all want to court you, together. I don’t know how that will work but I think it will be whatever you’re comfortable with. If you don’t want us all that’s fine but you need to tell us. Use your words now, little omega princess. Let me know what you’re thinking.” His eye contact never waivers but mine does.

I rest my forehead on my knees.

Pro: I understand their intention. He laid it out even if there wasn't a plan. It’s about my comfort in the situation.

Con: What he is saying requires feelings and I’m not sure about mine work anymore.

“Are you okay, princess?” My hand shoots out to do a thumbs up in a mock gesture as I still stay wrapped up in myself. “C’mere, Sadie.” I look up, his arms are open as I contemplate what the hell to do.

His arms look so nice when he is beckoning me to go into them. And I try to fight my omegas instincts and need to be held because I don’t want to complicate things or be more confused than I already am. But my feet slid to the floor walking over to between Paxton’s legs. Even sitting he’s eye level with me because he’s one of those massive alphas.

His finger reaches out, slowly so that I’m not surprised by any movement as he cups my cheek, his thumb stroking the skin in a reassuring move.

For a giant he’s so soft with me.

My hands fist around the sleeves of the hoodie because it feels nice to be caressed like this.

Soft and gentle.

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