Page 45 of Small Town Shy Omega
“My Omega wants you,” I whispered, placing his hand on my chest. “Your Alpha is purring for her. Please.”
“My Alpha must remain in his cage,” Blake growled, brooding and torturous. He looked vampiric.
“Omegas and Alphas are meant to be together,” I whispered, his hand over my heart. “Me, you. Don’t say it’s wrong, I can’t bear it.”
“Layla…” Blake’s voice trailed off, and his heavyset blue eyes centered on me. “Do you know what you… do to a man like me? An Alpha?”
“You’re good, Blake. You deserve this… My Omega. My first heat,” I whispered, my Omega furiously purring in my chest.
Blake’s jaw dropped, and a dark lash fell down his cheeks.
“Your… first heat?”
“My first heat, with a pack since I broke up with my last one,” I admitted, wanting to clarify my words. “Not myactualfirst heat… I’m not twenty.”
“Oh, Layla.” Blake let out a growl, the scent of ink floating in the air. “You make a grown man crazy, baby.”
“I wanna be your Omega,” I whispered in his ear, pink and purring. “Please, be my next Alpha. Help me with my heat.”
Blake threw his quill down and briskly walked away.
He left me in my poetry room, and I saw him brooding under clouds outside.
The weather was dark and tempestuous, the placid sunshine long gone. Dark clouds feathered across the sky, and all at once—
A lightning bolt cracked out, and thundercrashedall around.
The walls of my cottage shook, and I trembled and whimpered, wishing I was in my nest.
Blake stood.
He stood in the storm, hands broodingly in his pockets.
Rain swirled around him, the forest beyond dark and brooding.
He stood out there until the moon came out, a dark figure outlined against rain-slicked trees.
I touched my crescent pendant, and no energy charged through me.
Alone, scared, I scurried to my nest…
Burying myself under my blankets never felt so nice.
Josh flipped a buttermilk pancake,smearing it with Nutella. I nursed a mug of hot breakfast tea. “French breakfast?”
“Oui, mademoiselle,” Josh said, a twinkle in his eye. The scent of cinnamon washed over me, reminding me of Blake. I moaned as I clenched my thighs.
My pre-heat was so close to being here. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to control myself with all these wonderful scents washing over me.
My perfume was yet to start, but when I did, I knew my Alphas wouldn’t be able to control themselves around me either. No one could resist my pink raspberry.
Josh taught me French, and he got me saying curse words that made me giggle.
Fluffy buttermilk pancakes helped me forget the tortuous night I passed.
I was alone in my nest, no allies in the world. Rain trailed down my windowpanes, and no books comforted me.
Blake stayed out all night.
