Page 28 of Small Town Shy Omega
At the farmers’market the next Saturday, I watched Blake slice peaches with hearts in my eyes. He fed me peaches, and Josh bought me an outfit I liked while Dreydon picked up a pound of mutton.
He slung the mutton over his strong shoulder, and I watched the way he masculinely barged toward my car, chucking the mutton in the passenger seat.
“Bye,” I whispered, Dreydon driving off in a cloud of dust.
“He’s getting the mutton to your freezer,” Blake growled, and I nodded sucking on a peach.
While the farmers’ market was in full swing, Blake sat me on his lap. “Mmmm,” Blake said, sliding the peach knife over my tender wrist. “Open wide, sweetheart. For a peach.”
I opened my fingers. “A-A peach?”
“I want to put a juicy fruit in your palm,” Blake growled, and I did as told—at knife point.
Three ripe, juicy peach slices were deposited them in my palm, and I ate them greedily like I was a feral.
“Oh, Omega,” Blake growled, laughing as he balanced me precariously on his lap. “Look at you go… Such a healthy appetite.”
I moaned, attacking the fruit. All my senses wereattunedto this fruit. And I desired it, the peach scent was overwhelming.
Blake sold some fruit to paying customers. I ate my fruit in secret, then I turned around and sunk my lips in his neck.
“Mmmmmm,” I whispered, and Blake growled as he tugged me away.
His eyes bore into mine.
“What thefuck,Layla?”
I blinked.
Then I moved back, panicking. “What’s wrong?” Didn’t know what was the matter.
Blake huffed, frowning at me. “You can’t just bite me.”
“I only grazed you with my teeth,” I muttered, unable to look him in the eye. “Not an actual bite.”
“Still, Omega!”
“I really only wanted a kiss,” I pouted, tears welling as my glasses tumbled down my nose. “Josh kissed me. And I kissed Dreydon. You? You’re impenetrable, Blake.”
“Oh, I’m the impenetrable one.”
“Then kiss me,” I whispered, gazing into his eyes. “Do what Josh did… Kiss me.”
“I can’t,” Blake growled, turning his head away. “You’re… our Omega, Layla. You’re not ready. They shouldn’t be kissing you yet.”
Lifting my hand I rubbed my sticky fingers on his cheeks. “Please.”
“No.”
Firm, low, and decisive, Blake’s tone told me I was beating a dead horse.
He won’t kiss me,I thought with sadness, my heart cracking.
“Then I’ll kiss Dreydon again,” I said, feeling my heat cycling up…
Normally, Omegas went through heat once every six months. My last was five months ago, and I could tell it was almost time. Time for my next heat. It would occur just shy of the May blossom fest, though now I wondered if it wouldn’t arrive even sooner.
My pink raspberry perfume was likely imminent, if not here already. I never started perfuming until just before my heat started. I wondered if I was scenting already. If Blake could scent me.
