Page 57 of Choosing Their Omega

“Of course.” Miles kisses the top of my head. “We’re here for you, red. Always.”

His scent wafts over me as I snuggle into his side. I can feel him smile. “You know, there are four of us, aside from you. There’s always going to be someone around to take care of Ben. So if you need something, there’s always one of us available. You can just ask.”

His hand slides up my leg as he speaks, and I inhale sharply.

I stare at him, unsure of what he means for a second, then I inhale and I catch a new intensity to his scent. It’s like everything is amplified, and I realize just what he’s getting at.

Miles cups my face, his thumb rubbing gently back and forth.

“You’re not on your own anymore. You never will be again. You can do and feel whatever you need to. This time it’s with me. Maybe next time it’s with one of my pack mates.” He smirks. “Or more than one. But you’re pack now, so we’re going to give you…” His hand slides down my face, trailing along my throat, lower and lower. “…whatever it is you want and need.”

As I stare into his face, and see the lust he has for me, as his hands creep onto places of my body that have me wet and wanting, I realize… he’s right.

I’m not the nanny. But I was looking at that from the wrong angle, letting it make me feel like I had to work harder to prove my right to be with Ben and spend time with him. What I should have done was see it from the angle that I’m pack now. Or at least, that’s what we all hope for me to be. That’s what this courtship is for. I’m their Omega.

That means I’m only one part of the network that takes care of Ben. That means I have to let my Alphas take care of me as an Omega, with needs and feelings. They want to take care of me. That’s the whole point of the Alpha and Omega relationship.

I can give in.

Something in my chest seems to burst forth at that thought, and I lean closer to Miles, resting my hand on his jaw as I press my lips to his. He returns the kiss as if he’s been waiting for it, his lips moving expertly against mine.

“There you go,” he praises, and there’s a growl in his voice that I’ve never heard before. “Just like that. Let go.”

His words strike a chord in me, freeing me from every last restraint that’s been holding me back. I feel protected and safe with this Alpha, as if I’m free-falling through the air and he’s my parachute. I go up onto my knees, and he meets me, rising onto his own knees so that we’re kneeling in the closet making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

I don’t care though. In all honesty, I was too busy and distracted during my teenage years to do anything as silly and fun as making out with a gorgeous guy in a closet, and now I feel like I’m making up for lost time.

His spice tickles my nostrils, making me think of the night I made myself come with my vibrator and then realized he was outside my door.

I whimper into his mouth, sliding my hands up his muscled arms as if to reassure myself that I don’t have to hide my attraction to him any longer. That I don’t have to fantasize in secret. I can have these men anytime I want.

They want me as much as I want them.

As if to prove my point, Miles’s hard on pulses against my hip. His kiss turns harder and more demanding, and he reaches up to wrap my red hair around his fist. He gives a little tug, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make me gasp, and I feel one of my hair clips slide out and hit the floor with a little ping.

Keeping his grip on my hair, Miles pulls my head back a little so that our eyes can me.

“Do you trust me?” he asks in a low voice.

I nod, because of course I do. I may not have known this Alpha pack long, but every single thing I’ve seen them do or say has only reinforced my initial impression that they’re all good men. The very best kinds of men.

“Good.” His hazel eyes glint in the shadowy light filtering into the closet. “Because all I want is to make you happy. To make you feel good. Do you believe that?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me to take control?”

My heart skips a beat in my chest, my eyes widening. Oh, wow. Miles has a dominant side. I never would’ve expected it from him, but then again, maybe I should have. Most people would probably think I’m super innocent based on the way I look, but I like my romance novels on the filthy side. So just because Miles has a sweet and nerdy personality, that doesn’t preclude him from being dominant in the bedroom.

Or the closet, as it may be.

“Yes. I do.” I nod as much as I can with his grip still tight on my hair. “I trust you with everything, Miles.”

Approval passes through his expression, and butterflies flap around in my stomach as a gush of wetness dampens my panties. Miles’s scent shifts, the spice of the ginger aroma turning hotter and more potent. I whimper, squeezing my thighs together, and although Miles doesn’t look down, I know he notices it.

“You need to come, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

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