Page 188 of Scent to the Feral Cowboys
Cooper drew my attention next, his lean torso rippling as he pulled his henley over his head, exposing a thick patch of dark blonde hair nearly shaped like a heart and all of the silly, endearing food tattoos. Beside him, Levi also methodically undressed, offering me a hairless torso and pronounced Adonis belt. The sight of that sculpted V-line made things curl in mybelly. I wanted to kiss every inch of it, work my way down to his hardness, and wrap my lips around his manhood.
Licking my lips, I hitched in a breath.
The world fogged as a lovely layer of new lust washed over me.
I shook my head a little, trying to stay in the present, to not miss a single detail.
With predatory movements, my Alphas surrounded me. These five mountainous men, with eyes hooded and faces flooded with hunger, made my legs tremble so hard that I was surprised my teeth didn’t chatter from the vibrations. The slick between my thighs was ridiculous. The jeans were damp all the way to my knees.
"Your turn," Wyatt said, his voice roughened with desire.
For the first time since the full violence of my heat hit, I hesitated.
They’d see the imperfections without barrier.
They’d see them all at once.
Twisted feet, gnarled from a lifetime of dancing.
Toenails that never grew quite right after being mercilessly abused by pointe shoes.
Hips that were permanently misaligned from the repetitive extension and rotation necessary for ballet.
The slightly exaggerated curvature of my spine, as if I had moderate scoliosis, from arching back and swooping forward again.
All the flaws that came from a lifetime of seeking gracefulness. Of working towards a career that hemorrhaged to death after one bad landing.
God, they’d see the accident.
They’d see the surgical scars.
My entire life was written on my body, telling a story just like Boone’s Arapaho tattoos. I gazed down at it, still hidden beneath the borrowed clothing.
“Nelly.”
I blinked up, finding Cooper’s face so near mine that my heart skipped a beat.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked the question as if he had been privy to my inner thoughts.
The barn, and everything in it, narrowed down to the color of his eyes.
Deepest blue.
Sparks of metal.
There was no lie in his gaze.
"Yes," I whispered back, though my answer was a lie. I'd spent years looking at my body in unforgiving studio mirrors, cataloging every flaw, every deviation from perfection. I’d compared myself to the other dancers, to how much prettier they were, how they danced better. Geoff hadn’t helped that, when he’d moved on to Lisette. "I just?—"
"You don't need to hide from us," Cooper continued, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch was feather-light but sent electricity racing through me. "We want all of you, Nelly. Nothing left out."
The twin pulses, one a product of my heart, the other a product of my craving for them, made decision making nearly impossible. All I could feel was how they’d flutter in one moment, a gentle pressure, then intensify the next, pounding so hard my head hurt.
My Omega instincts wanted nothing between my skin and theirs, while my human insecurities screamed caution.
“We’ll help you, Nelly.” Boone approached from behind Cooper, his face gentle despite the fire in his eyes.
“Just tell us if we should stop.” Levi appeared, shimmering into view.
