Page 17 of Team's Omega
“Come on in,” Tyler called back. “We’re just finishing up.”
I opened the door and took several steps into the dim room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Then I stared, mouth agape.
Tyler, Nate, Miguel and Garrett were standing in front of a table. But it appeared that all the cleanup of the room was done. The chairs had been neatly stacked and the whiteboard was wiped free of any notes.
Why hadn’t they left?
“What…?” I started.
Tyler strode over, stopping several paces away. “We were wondering how long you would take.”
“I…” I tried, then moaned as the scent of alpha hit me. My knees shook and slick started gathering at my entrance.
It was too much. I tried to take a step back—get back to fresher air. Unfortunately the movement was nearly impossible and I lost my footing.
I was in Tyler’s arms in a flash, him supporting me and keeping me from falling.
“Shit,” he breathed. “Careful.”
“Th-the library’s closed,” I stammered, clinging to Tyler’s shirt as I tried to regain my balance.
“We know,” Nate replied as he walked over.
“We wanted a few minutes alone with you,” Tyler explained before I could respond.
“Me?” I asked. “Why?”
Tyler secured one of his arms around me, then ran the other hand up and down my back. “Do you really have to ask?”
“Huh?”
He chuckled, and the sound sent tendrils of need through me.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Nate asked, circling and pressing against my back. “We’ve been flirting with you for months.”
“But ya always seemed a bit hesitant,” Garret added with his signature drawl.
“Wha…?” I managed.
Tyler moved his free hand from my back to cup my jaw, thumb tracing back and forth across my cheek. “We want you as our omega. All four of us.”
I whined. “All?”
“Mm-hmm,” Miguel confirmed from my left. “All of us.”
How am I supposed to decide?
Tyler chuckled. “You don’t need to. We’re already together, so you can have all four of us.”
“Did I say that out loud?” I mumbled.
“You did,” Nate growled in my ear, pressing a prominent bulge against my ass.
A needy moan escaped my throat. Only a few hours earlier I’d been on the verge of tears, thinking that none of them wanted me. Now it seemed that I had four handsome alphas courting me.
“We’ve been trying to decide how best to approach you,” Tyler said. “But when Nate texted that you were going into heat…” He pulled me close so that my erection was against his impressive bulge. “We couldn’t get the thought of you, pregnant with one—or more—of our babies, out of our heads.”
I whimpered. Babies meant knots… which was exactly what I needed.
