Page 74 of Choosing Their Omega

“Huh.” Lawson shakes his head, chuckling. “I mean, it sure is one way to try to get us to take your clothes off.”

“I think I should go like this. I wouldn’t even need to wear anything else to stay warm.”

Cruz raises a brow, stepping closer. “Is this your way of telling us that you don’t want to wear any of our jerseys? Because I don’t know if I could handle that, sunshine.”

“No, I do want to wear them,” I reassure him quickly as I start to take the jerseys off again. It’s really hot to wear all of them at once, and not in the fun way. “I like the idea that everyone who looks at me will know I belong to you.”

“Good.” Knox’s voice has a purr slipping into it as he tips my chin up to meet his gaze. “Because that’s what we want too.”

“It’s a big deal for the person to wear the player’s jersey,” Miles explains. “I mean, obviously, fans will buy a copy of the jersey in the store and wear it to games, but the team knows the difference and so do most smart people who pay attention. It’s a sign of how serious the relationship is.”

My heart flutters at how seriously they’re all taking this. I want the world to know I’m theirs, but just because they’re courting me doesn’t mean they might’ve been ready for that.

But they are. It warms me up inside. No, more than that.

It heats me up, all the way down to my core.

I finish taking off the last jersey and set it down on the bed. “I’ll be coming to more than one game. I can rotate your jerseys. I’m sure that’s what other Omegas do.”

All four Alphas look thrilled. “I love that you’re talking that way,” Cruz says, walking up to me and kissing me softly, his hands landing on my hips. “Damn right it’s what the other Omegas do, because they belong to their Alphas, and you belong to us.”

“Not that you’re like all the other Omegas,” Miles adds. “You’re better. You’re our Omega.”

I have to reach over and kiss him for saying that. The kiss drags on, slow and syrup sweet, but also spiking something in my blood. I’m panting as we pull away. I want to melt into my Alphas, I want them to never stop kissing me, hungry for more and more and more…

Down, girl. I take deep breaths. As much as I want my Alphas to all fuck me, I can’t do that to them right when they need to leave for a game. Their careers are important to them and I can definitely wait a day, or so I tell myself.

“You guys need to go.” I pick up Knox’s jersey. “I’ll start with Knox and then rotate. Sound good?”

My Alphas all nod. I can see the dark, hungry look in their eyes, the same as the hunger I feel in my chest, but we all know now isn’t the time. They head off, and I turn my attention to something to distract me.

My room still doesn’t feel quite right, so I focus on that. My Alphas have been wonderful, buying me all kinds of things to help me decorate the space, from furniture to little I just saw this and thought of you things.

I like everything they’ve gotten me, and I appreciate how in tune with me they are, but I’m struggling to put everything exactly where I want it. No matter what I do, it doesn’t feel quite right. It’s like an itch directly between my shoulder blades that I can’t reach to scratch.

My Alphas don’t know, of course. I haven’t told them. I know they want to support me but it still makes my stomach twist when I think about how out of my depth I am as an Omega. Surely other Omegas would have figured out how they want their rooms by this point.

If I told them, I’m sure they’d tell me that it’s okay, and to take my time. It’s more my own hang-up, and I don’t know how to fix it.

Ben, at least, is a joy. He watches me with bright eyes as I move things around the room, and after a bit, he starts to offer up his own suggestions. He likes it when I give him something small and he runs to put it somewhere either where I tell him or a place he comes up with himself.

I love just spending time with him. Even if we’re not doing anything crazy. I just like being around him. He’s a sweet kid and I find myself missing him while he’s napping, which sounds crazy, but that’s how it is.

I start to chastise myself as I make dinner for the two of us, telling myself to not get too attached, but then I realize that I actually can get attached, if I want. If I’m really going to become their Omega, then this will be a permanent thing. I’ll be with them for the rest of my life, and that includes Ben.

The idea makes my heart flip over in my chest.

I just wish that I could figure out what’s going on with myself and being an Omega. Then everything would be perfect.

Ben and I have dinner, and I find myself oddly struggling to focus. He asks me his usual questions and babbles on about his thoughts, and I keep blinking as I realize my vision’s gone out of focus. I feel a little warm too, but I don’t feel ill.

In fact, I’m almost late getting us out the door. Time just… slips away from me, and next thing I know, I’m scrambling to find a hair clip while I coordinate picking up Andrea from the hotel and Shay from her apartment.

Shay can’t believe that I’m an Omega or that I’ve landed four gorgeous NHL Alphas. “It’s like a fairytale!” she gushes to me after I pick her up. She turns to look at Ben in the backseat. “Lily’s like a fairytale princess, right?”

“Uh huh. She’s pretty like a princess.”

I blush as I head for Andrea’s hotel. “Cut that out.”

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