Page 27 of Small Town Shy Omega
The kiss was so fast, it was almost over before it began—and it was hardly a kiss, hardly anything at all.
I just… inched forward, and muah. My lips pressed to his, and then it was done, like it never happened.
Like I was a hummingbird, quickly coming up to a dew feeder, and flying away just as quickly.
Peck. Then. Vanish.
Dreydon leaned back, blinking in surprise. “My Omega,” he growled, but I felt the part that I shouldn’t be feeling get very hard.
Oh yes, when I pressed my thigh toward it… it was hard.
Twitchy, masculine, and hard—like steel, I thought. Steel wrapped in velvet.
“Bye, Dreydon!” I shouted nervously, darting out of the kitchen. I went straight to my car, grabbed the keys off the roof, then sat in the driver’s seat.
Did I make a mistake by kissing Dreydon? I wondered, panic and tension ebbing through me. I prayed I hadn’t…. I prayed he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
I feltit, though. And no amount of self-talk in my sedan could change that. When I kissed Dreydon, or even just before I kissed him, I knew what I felt.
His cock was hard, and he wanted me.
“Breathe,” I whispered, sliding my key into the sedan’s ignition. Josh had washed my car so well, and he even vacuumedthe interior. All was sparkling clean, all without me asking. “Breathe, Layla. It’s okay, you’re not in danger of an Alpha now.”
I went into town.
Blake and Joshtaught me how to shoot later that week. Blake slid the gun in my hand, muttering lines from Virgil and Homer as he straightened my arm.Poetry,I thought.War poetry.
Bang.
When the gun rocketed off, I squealed and had to bury myself in Josh’s shirt.
“Scary!” I said, shuddering from head to toe.
Josh’s hand dropped down my back… and he began to massage my backside, tenderly and comfortingly.
“It’s only a gun,” Josh growled, his voice deep and gritty. His green eyes flickered. “That’s it, Layla. Okay?”
“I’m scared,” I whispered, turning my mauve-and-sparkle eyes up to him. “Guns scare me. Don’t they scare you?”
“No,” Josh whispered, rough hands now moving up to my jaw. Cupping it. “They protect us, baby. Do you really not know people who use guns?”
“G-Grandpa kept one in his bedroom, but he never used it,” came my mutter.
Josh nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“While we’re with you, nothing can hurt you. Your three Alphas know how to use weapons, and they’ll use them to protect you.”
“If someone comes in the middle of the night,” Blake growled, his brown locks blowing in the wind, “we’ll grab that gun, and pop five bullets in their gut.”
My gaze widened in its voyage over to Blake. “Really?”
“Yes,” Blake said again, taking my hand in his. “You have nothing to fear, Layla. You’re safe.”
I hated to think this, but I almost told Blake:I wasn’t in danger anyways.
But I bit my tongue… Because even though I lived in Applewood Falls, and even though I’d never had an intruder in my life, that didn't mean I was safe.
The past wasn’t indicative of the future, though, so knowing I had three strong Alphas to protect me was amazing.
