Page 61 of Small Town Shy Omega
My Alpha gripped my hair, his fingers on my purple locks. “When I stare into your eyes, do you know difficult it is for me? You drive an Alpha to… the brink of madness.”
I couldn’t respond when he spoke like that. Passion, blinding and true, supercharged through me. Throwing my head back, I cried out and tried to get away.
I’ve got to get free,my Omega cried out, struggling against his powerful grip. Masculine in its unyielding intensity.
Blake held me firm.
“Of all the Alphas, I didn't expect my last kiss to be with you.” My words were cruel the instant they came out, but I didn't wish to change them. I meant them, damnit—Blake made me feel like a little girl again, spoiled and insecure.
“We work our asses off for you,” Blake growled, lips cinching against mine. “You’re our Omega, Layla. We sacrifice, we pour blood and sweat and tears into your happiness. Nothing exists in an Alpha but passion. Passion for his Omega.”
“H-Heat,” the words slipped from me, and my head entered a dizzying fog.
How could I be sensible now? Every other Alpha had left me, or packs treated me like shit. I was the doormat, the wallflower who did as Alphas said. I wasn’t the type of Omega that Alphasserved,and yet over the past few weeks…
Blake, Josh, and Dreydon had made me feel like the most beautiful queen. Blake was the one I saw first, cutting those peaches at the farmers’ market. His gaze had been so piercing, yet something about him was kindness personified, the type of Alpha you can’t draw your gaze from.
I wanted to stare,I thought that day, passion overflowing within me,to find out why I couldn’t stop staring.
Blake roughly gripped my hair. “You’reours,damnit. Believe in yourself—believe in what we feel for you. It’s so fucking real. Our hearts are laid bare, thrown at the feet of an uncaring Omega.”
“Uncaring?” How could Blake say this about me? When he called me uncaring, something broken in my heart.
Crying out, I tried my best to get away. “Leave me alone, Blake,” I called, the kiss too powerful.
Everything about this night, his arms, his lips on mine—his aura and jaw so close to mine, slanting against my smooth feminine one—it overwhelmed me.
All I wished to do was run… straight into my nest, burrow under the blankets.
A light rain drizzled. Lightning flashed overhead, thunder cracking.
“Layla,” Blake growled, his voice aching with pain and desire. “Fuck you, Layla. All we’ve done—has been for you, and you areallwe want. Hear that? Three Alphas, and we lay our hearts at your feet.”
We were soaked in a flash, rain pelting our bodies.
I cried out, my pretty sundress ripping in two. A branch tore it—and I turned to Blake, my sundress leaving me naked.
Blake gripped my hand… Passion swelled within me, mingling with the rain as he hurried us back to my cottage.
The rain grew so bad, and we had to stop under a fallen tree.
We huddled under that tree. Like two scared mice.
When the rain wasn’t so bad, Blake ripped off his shirt and used it to protect my decency.
“There, there,” he whispered, wrapping it over my shoulders. Halfway through our walk he just carried me in his arms.
Blake laidme down in his bed. He kissed my neck, my shoulders.
The smell of cinnamon and sugar filled the room, and I moaned as it mingled with my pink raspberries. I was… beginning to scent, not fully, but a little. At last.
“Baby,” Blake moaned, dropping down between my legs. “Let me be good. Let me please you.”
He knew… I was sensitive. The intensity of the rain kiss had come and gone.
Blake swept his lips across my neck, his fingertips dancing across my ribs; he entered me, and I groaned, fingers inching around his neck. Fuck, it felt so good—it wasn’t aheat fuck,because I wasn’t even fully in my heat yet but…
It was… right. Not too fast, not too slow. Neither too hard nor too soft: Blake just entered me, taking away my fears.
