Page 70 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Dreydon,” I cried out, needing my military man. “Dreydon, please—let me slick you!”
Dreydon stared at me, and with pages of my favorite romance novel all over his dick, he kneeled next to Blake.
I directed my pussy toward him, slicking endlessly. It was like I was a stream that wouldn’t turn off.
Josh joined the other two Alphas.
I blasted his face, covering him in endless slick. I moaned, fingering my own tits—my little pussy didthis?
Wow, I thought to myself, proud and satiated. Proud as fuck.
Blake licked at my pussy, treasuring every inch of that sensitive little gash. That nub.
Josh licked it next.
And Dreydon?
He kneaded my ass, and when Josh and Blake got up to help me off the bed, he ate my ass.
He just… ate that ass, and I cried out, because I’d never felt anything like it. It was like I was hooked up to a shower head, letting it pummel me.
Three Alphas…
They cared for me in their own ways, each powerful and strong and true.
Josh lifted me up into his arms. I was exhausted, sobbing, and trembling. Blake went to the bathroom, running me a bubble bath.
My three Alphas bathed me.
Tenderly, and with so much love and care, they washed every inch of my body. They scrubbed my tits, pussy, ass, and even armpits. Blake kissed my cheek, and I melted under his touch.
They brought me to my nest, and they held me all night.
A gentle moonshone the following morning. It was a pale moon, lurking in the corner like an actress who doesn’t want to show her stage.I’m watching,said the moon and staring up at her, I felt so safe and seen.
Blake took me to the pond. We waded in the water, then Josh and Dreydon joined us with lunch.
Unpacking sandwiches, we sat on the lakebed and ate. I was ravenous, and Dreydon shared his sandwich me.
Halfway through our meal I realized my cheeks were wet.
Josh pressed his shirt sleeve to my cheek. “There, little Omega,” he purred, his voice gentle and soft. “You’re okay, baby. A heat drop.”
“Yes,” I whispered, clinging to his oversized shirt sleeve. “Just a heat drop.”
Dreydon held me in his big arms, and Blake pulled out some mauve nail polish. He painted my nails, and when the sun set later that night, my nails matched the sun set.
“Do you know what Grandpa always told me growing up? When the sky is pink, Mrs. Claus is baking cookies.”
Dreydon smiled, squeezing me tighter.
“I love that, Layla.”
Blake made me a s’more over our crackling embers. “You are ours, Layla. Ours for today. Ours for a lifetime.”
“You’re not the only one in pain, baby,” Dreydon growled, gently rubbing my thigh.
“Oh?” I blushed.
