Page 62 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Omega,” Blake whispered, his voice a rasp against my eardrums. Desire and pain mingled within me, like butterflies in a glass cage. His fingertips lit up sparks on my skin, and my nipples turned to two taut buds.
I cinched my legs up, needing more. Needing his cant. His hips, his cock in me. “Oh Blake,” I moaned out, feeling so silly. So silly and exposed.
Omegas were throbbing sponges of feeling, I knew that now. All my heats, I’d just opened up, unable to contain my emotions. I cried easily, I threw tantrums, and if I grew angry it always led to a breakdown.
With Blake, I didn't feel as if I had to suppress my natural state. He got that I was Omega, damnit—he accepted it, and his Alpha purred in response.
Cookie and cream filling.
We belonged together, two puzzle pieces long since separated. He dusted my collarbone with his fingertips, his chiseled jaw swiping across mine. Soft lips met mine, and I moaned as I felt those muscles… Moaned as my own fingers danced across his chest, the whirls of chest hair on his defined abs.
My poet, my Alpha, my protector.
His firm body pressed into mine, and when his length was deep inside me I moaned. At this moment I was passion, my very beating heart was ecstasy, drunk and needy. My heart opened wide, and I bore it all for Blake—I cried out, not feeling like my body had ever been wanted like this. Desired.
He didn't begrudge me for my past. He didn't hate my glasses, which other Alphas had made me remove. He kissed me through my glasses—his nose met mine, and I knew he accepted every part of me. Every. Damn. Part.
“Look at those eyes,” he muttered, still deep inside me. Working, stoking the embers of my need. My arousal.
“Do you want me to remove my glasses?”
“Never,” Blake growled, and my heart soared.
My soda-bottle glasses would stay, then. They’d stay on my nose, an emblem of my identity. I wasn’t like other Omegas—I wasn’t a natural beauty queen, I’d never win first prize in a pageant. My glasses were fucking geeky, but did Blake mind?
No, I realized as he kissed me, his nose bumping up against my glasses—we were like two first-timers kissing at the movies, I realized, and my heart swelled.
Two people who’d never kissed, an Alpha and a trembling Omega, who’s only read about kisses in books.
“Beautiful,” Blake purred, and he removed his length.
The pull-away was so painful, my soul nearly wilted. “Blake,” I gasped, needing his member back inside of me. Fuck, where’d you go? I wanted to whisper, the loss so powerful like a fucking funeral or some shit.
Blake finished on my body, his lips never leaving mine. “Shhhh, baby. Take it. Take what I have to give.”
When he finished, I did as well. His fingers were inside of me, I didn’t even realize. Filling the emptiness left by his cock, he ensured I wasn’t lonely.
The rain started up against, drizzling down the glass windows.
Pale starlight flickered through the glass, dancing off the watery trees.
Blake cuddled me in his protective, strong arms. He wasn’t too muscular—not too defined, not over the top or anything. Certainly not like a bodybuilder, or some fitness buff guy who passed his life in the gym.
Blake was just… protective. Strong, with nothing too crazy.
He held me in his wiry, athletic body, and I moaned as I fell asleep.
Outside, the sounds of Applewood Falls reached my ears, though the small town was only a mile away. I could walk there if I wished, I thought with a grin, even through the storm. The bar was hopping, and the sounds of country music reached our ears.
A small town, I thought to myself, cuddling against Blake. Didn't matter I’d never left, that I didn't use that plane ticket Grandpa bought me. Didn't matter I’d stayed in Applewood Falls all my life, that I’d rather cease existing than leave.
I belonged here, and my soul would forever remain in Applewood Falls. The May blossom festival was coming up, and I couldn’t wait to go.
It was nice,I realized, nice sharing this new bond with Blake. Tiptoeing around my Alpha was a thing of the past, and he kissed me when I woke.
The next few days passed like a dream, and every moment contained a surprise. Dreydon learned to do my hair, Blake painted my nails… and Josh? Well, because each Alpha realized I was in my pre-heat, they were extra-careful around me.
One day, after a particularly bitchy mood I exhibited at breakfast, Josh returned from town with my favorite cherry-filled dark chocolates from Heidi’s. She was our town chocolatier, and she made the best candies.
