Page 63 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Baby,” Josh purred, “I can tell you’re PHS-ing right now, so I got your favorite chocolates.”
My Omega purred, and cuddling up to Josh, we watched a cowboy romance movie on his couch. I liked cowboy movies, I decided that day, watching the dudes walk around with sexy hats, lassoing bulls and horses, and just generally looking sexy AF.
With other guys, I would’ve snapped their faces off if they’d said they could tell I was PHS-ing.
With my pack?
Fact was, maybe I was PHS-ing, and there was nothing wrong with that. I didn't have to be ashamed: my moodiness, mygrumpiness, even my prickly attitudes were all understood, and I didn’t even have to defend myself.
“Feet, please,” Dreydon growled, and one afternoon while I buried my nose in a big book, he pedicured my feet. Oh fates, it felt good, I realized, the handsome Alpha massaging my soles, then applying fresh polish to my toes.
Looking down, I smiled at the pink polish. “Love it, Drey.”
“Do you?” he growled. He looked nervous. “I’ve never painted toes before, but I tried to stay within the lines.”
“What lines?”
“Your toenail lines?”
I scratched his cheeks, letting out a laugh… like he was a big dog, who’d managed to domesticate himself just for me. Or,Idomesticate him?
Either way, I liked being around Dreydon, and even Blake’s calmer demeanor chilled me out.
Blake would always dart in and out with apology gifts. He felt bad, he said, bad for making me wait… He was sorry for making me think he didn't want me, when he did.
“Sometimes,” Blake growled, placing mums and marigolds on my countertop, “when an Alpha wants an Omega too much…”
“Oh, come here,” I groaned, widening my arms.
Blake would hug me, and I’d nuzzle his neck. My heart would race.
Though I wasn’t technically in my heat yet, I still made love to Blake. Tenderly, gently, and purely—it wasn’t a wild, rabid fucking. It was just… lovemaking, between two people whose souls are aligned.
He took me in bed, on the sofa, and even by the lake after we finished fishing early one day, catching a big bass.
“Babe,” Blake growled, a straw hat falling down his forehead. A real country Alpha, I thought. “Your tits look amazing.”
I sucked Blake’s dick too, loving the way it tasted. The taste, the texture—even the length was just right, everything about Blake fit.
His brown curls would bob over my cheeks, and as he kissed me I felt like I was kissing a god.
“Perfect Omega,” Blake growled, taking my sundress off in the forest one day… and he licked my tits, swirling his tongue over my pink nips. “Oh baby, you’re a treat.”
We were Alpha and Omega, two senseless beings in rut. Pure human affection, nothing but the purest feeling welled up within us.
Around my Alphas I couldn’t stop blushing.
Though I was on suppressants, their scents still came through: cinnamon and sugar, and Dreydon’s scent of course held notes of deep espresso.
Things just kept ratcheting up.I began to scent more, clouds of pink raspberry mist following me at inopportune times.
I’d be trying to do normal girl tasks, like wipe down the countertops, when—
“Oh, snap,” I’d mutter, feeling my scent escape me. The smells of pink raspberries entered my nose, and I’d have to open the windows to let the smell out.
As much as I tried to chill with my perfume, my body just betrayed me. When I was doing squats one day, working on my ass for my Alphas, an enormous cloud of scent just leaked out; and I groaned, trying to clench to keep it locked in there, but it perfumed out and floated into every nook of my cottage.
That day, I was so embarrassed that I threw open all the doors in my cottage. A bat got in, and I screeched… Dreydon had to shoo it out.
