Page 26 of Small Town Shy Omega
He poured me a cup, and I took a long sip.
I promptly spat it out. “Bleh,” I said, wiping my lip on my sundress sleeve.
“Something wrong?” the tattooed Alpha responded.
Moseying over to the bacon muffins, I put one on a plate. “Definitely need more cream,” I admitted, ignoring the coffee while my belly focused on eating this muffin. “And sugar. Lots of sugar.”
“When you go to the Applewood Falls café, what do you typically get?”
“Mocha frappe.”
“How do they make those?”
“It’s better to just go into town,” I snorted, the bacon-and-egg muffin melting in my mouth. “Hard to make them at home.”
Dreydon and I ate our muffins like two stepsiblings who snuck downstairs for a bite after their parents fell asleep.
With every bite, I looked over at the towering Alpha, and a shudder went through me.
He looked right back at me, then he smiled… and in a flash, he’d wrapped his arms around my waist.
He sniffed me, groaning as his jaw went to mine. “Who have you kissed, Layla?” he rasped, his voice low and throaty.
“J-Josh,” I whispered, anxiety and tension—and a delicious, heart-melting heat—washing over me, filling me with sensation.
“Only Josh?” came the Alpha’s growl.
I mewled, my head going up and down. “He kissed me… Blake hasn’t. I don’t know if he will.”
Dreydon took my chin in his hands.
I looked at his hands. Studied them.
Dreydon’s hands were so strong, they could crush my skull in a single squeeze. Crush it by accident.
He’d killed men before, I knew with terror. My eyes combed across his scars, which I’d tried so hard to dissolve with paste. My paste failed, and his deadly scars remained.
Tattoos traveled up his arms, and I groaned as I steadied myself. In Dreydon’s arms I felt like a porcelain doll, ready to break.
He peered down at me. His eyes were dark, specs of gold flitting through the black irises.
“Baby,” he growled, his hand rifling up my back. “Stick with Blake and Josh. Stay away from me, okay?”
He was dangerous, I now knew.
And my heart soared—Dreydon was not a safe Alpha, and for some reason, that was exactly what I wanted.
I thought I didn’t.
I thought I only wanted a gentle, poetry-reading Alpha, like Blake.
I… was wrong.
Heat bloomed within me, and everything in me from my toes to my breasts begged for more.
Begged for more with… Dreydon, who’d seen horrors in war.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his.
