Page 71 of Small Town Shy Omega
“My knot won’t go down,” Dreydon murmured, his voice soft and sweet. “Even time I scent you, it swells.”
“Are there pages stuck to it?”
“Your favorite novel is tattooed on my knot.”
The ink rubbed off, I realized. The ink rubbed off on Dreydon’s cock.
I sat with my Alphas. They fed me s’mores, gave me wine, and relaxed with me.
We bonded today, I realized.
Blake’s the one I bonded with most, as we shared a bonding bite.
I rubbed my neck, and Blake draped his lips over it. He kissed the mark.
I cuddled against his shoulder. My heart was full.
In the middleof the night, I perfumed.
My enormous pink raspberry cloud of scent wafted over all of us, protecting us. It was pink. It was glittery. It was sparkly.
When we woke up, we had to open a window. It was the most powerful scent I’d created since we got together.
“My heat is almost over.” You could hear the heartbreak in my voice.
Dreydon rubbed my arm.
“Let’s bottle it,” he urged.
We took glass jars and bottled my scent. We set them on the windowsill.
Now, nothing would make us forget our affection. The great love we shared. With me snuggled tight in their arms, my Alphas took me to bed.
3
Layla
Icurtseyed, glad that Blake let me walk in before him. “Thank you, Blake.”
He rolled his eyes as he held the door. “You are such a pill.”
“I know you are,” I muttered sweetly, entering into Delilah's Diner, “but what am I?”
“A pill,” Dreydon said in agreement, and Josh and Blake laughed.
We waited for Delilah to come and lead us to our booths. Our snarky hostess was taking forever.
“You know, you three really ought to be nicer to me. Here I am, wearing my Saturday best… and all I’m hearing are jokes. Jokes, shmokes. My Omega can only take so much of that, especially since I’m still in heat drop.”
Blake rolled his eyes again.
“Layla, you’re in a perpetual heat drop. We’re buying you some ice cream and you’re gonna be in a good mood for the rest of the day. Got it?”
I put my hands on my hips. “Takes one to know one, Blake. I put out for all three of you, and none of you have ever seen an Omega slick like me. You shouldn’t just be buying me ice cream, you ought to be buying me a ring.”
Dreydon turned to Josh, then let out a laugh.
“A ring? Get real, Layla… This is the modern era, and Omegas don’t wear rings anymore. This isn’t like that Beyoncé song. We liked it, but why put a ring on it? Why put on airs? An expensive, silly ring doesn’t affect the love we have for you.”
