Page 23 of Small Town Shy Omega (Applewood Falls #1)

A small town, I thought to myself, cuddling against Blake. Didn't matter I’d never left, that I didn't use that plane ticket Grandpa bought me. Didn't matter I’d stayed in Applewood Falls all my life, that I’d rather cease existing than leave.

I belonged here, and my soul would forever remain in Applewood Falls. The May blossom festival was coming up, and I couldn’t wait to go.

It was nice, I realized, nice sharing this new bond with Blake. Tiptoeing around my Alpha was a thing of the past, and he kissed me when I woke.

The next few days passed like a dream, and every moment contained a surprise. Dreydon learned to do my hair, Blake painted my nails… and Josh? Well, because each Alpha realized I was in my pre-heat, they were extra-careful around me.

One day, after a particularly bitchy mood I exhibited at breakfast, Josh returned from town with my favorite cherry-filled dark chocolates from Heidi’s. She was our town chocolatier, and she made the best candies.

“Baby,” Josh purred, “I can tell you’re PHS-ing right now, so I got your favorite chocolates.”

My Omega purred, and cuddling up to Josh, we watched a cowboy romance movie on his couch. I liked cowboy movies, I decided that day, watching the dudes walk around with sexy hats, lassoing bulls and horses, and just generally looking sexy AF.

With other guys, I would’ve snapped their faces off if they’d said they could tell I was PHS-ing.

With my pack?

Fact was, maybe I was PHS-ing, and there was nothing wrong with that. I didn't have to be ashamed: my moodiness, my grumpiness, even my prickly attitudes were all understood, and I didn’t even have to defend myself.

“Feet, please,” Dreydon growled, and one afternoon while I buried my nose in a big book, he pedicured my feet. Oh fates, it felt good, I realized, the handsome Alpha massaging my soles, then applying fresh polish to my toes.

Looking down, I smiled at the pink polish. “Love it, Drey.”

“Do you?” he growled. He looked nervous. “I’ve never painted toes before, but I tried to stay within the lines.”

“What lines?”

“Your toenail lines?”

I scratched his cheeks, letting out a laugh… like he was a big dog, who’d managed to domesticate himself just for me. Or, I domesticate him?

Either way, I liked being around Dreydon, and even Blake’s calmer demeanor chilled me out.

Blake would always dart in and out with apology gifts. He felt bad, he said, bad for making me wait… He was sorry for making me think he didn't want me, when he did.

“Sometimes,” Blake growled, placing mums and marigolds on my countertop, “when an Alpha wants an Omega too much…”

“Oh, come here,” I groaned, widening my arms.

Blake would hug me, and I’d nuzzle his neck. My heart would race.

Though I wasn’t technically in my heat yet, I still made love to Blake. Tenderly, gently, and purely—it wasn’t a wild, rabid fucking. It was just… lovemaking, between two people whose souls are aligned.

He took me in bed, on the sofa, and even by the lake after we finished fishing early one day, catching a big bass.

“Babe,” Blake growled, a straw hat falling down his forehead. A real country Alpha, I thought. “Your tits look amazing.”

I sucked Blake’s dick too, loving the way it tasted. The taste, the texture—even the length was just right, everything about Blake fit.

His brown curls would bob over my cheeks, and as he kissed me I felt like I was kissing a god.

“Perfect Omega,” Blake growled, taking my sundress off in the forest one day… and he licked my tits, swirling his tongue over my pink nips. “Oh baby, you’re a treat.”

We were Alpha and Omega, two senseless beings in rut. Pure human affection, nothing but the purest feeling welled up within us.

Around my Alphas I couldn’t stop blushing.

Though I was on suppressants, their scents still came through: cinnamon and sugar, and Dreydon’s scent of course held notes of deep espresso.

Things just kept ratcheting up. I began to scent more, clouds of pink raspberry mist following me at inopportune times.

I’d be trying to do normal girl tasks, like wipe down the countertops, when—

“Oh, snap,” I’d mutter, feeling my scent escape me. The smells of pink raspberries entered my nose, and I’d have to open the windows to let the smell out.

As much as I tried to chill with my perfume, my body just betrayed me.

When I was doing squats one day, working on my ass for my Alphas, an enormous cloud of scent just leaked out; and I groaned, trying to clench to keep it locked in there, but it perfumed out and floated into every nook of my cottage.

That day, I was so embarrassed that I threw open all the doors in my cottage. A bat got in, and I screeched… Dreydon had to shoo it out.

One afternoon, I was baking sherbet cookies in the kitchen. My heat was ratcheting up, and I sensed it was nearly upon me.

I mixed the sherbet with the cookie batter, tossing in some strawberry-flavored chocolate chips. I formed the cookies and put them in the oven.

Then, it happened…

I scented while all three of my Alphas were in the kitchen. I bent over to retrieve the cookies after the over timer dinged.

Scent shot out of me, exploding in a jet line straight to my Alphas. A blast of candy pink raspberry glitter mist knocked the hat Dreydon was wearing off.

“Oh,” I murmured, embarrassed. Fuck, did my pussy really just do that?

Thick pink mist filled the enclosed space. Though I turned the vent fan on, it wouldn’t fumigate my scent cloud.

I turned around…

Josh, Dreydon, and Blake sat at the table. All three Alphas were all purring.

Oh my…

Normally, my books got me through my heats. Now, that wouldn’t work. Not when I had three, highly attractive and capable Alphas ready to take care of my needs.

I ate some sherbet cookies and tried to make up my mind.

My pussy was wet, I realized one day. I was in the shower, and ohhh —slick just spurted out, coating the tiles. “Fuck,” I cursed, a gurgle escaping me as embarrassment and heat flooded me. I hadn’t produced slick in… Well, three cycles ago was the last time.

Fingering my pussy, I whined painfully when I realized it wasn’t enough. It just… wasn’t enough.

I had to decide. Had to act, make up my mind fast whether I wanted my Alphas to do something so intimate with me as relieve my heat.

Did I really want this? I debated with myself, because my heat so nearly upon me. If I went through with this, I knew remaining single forever was impossible. Looking up at Blake, I bit back a blush. I… would probably bite him in my heat, or he’d bite me.

How Blake hadn’t bitten me yet, I didn't know. I wasn’t yet in the throngs of my heat—and when that occurred, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

My mind went over the consent agreement we signed at the beginning of our courtship… I didn't care about it. If they impregnated me, I wanted to be pregnant. Fuck it.

Ever just say fuck it and pop out a kid? Yeah, that’s where I was… I wanted my pack to father it.

Maybe I’d have twins. Maybe I’d be fucking Octomom.

My lips parted, and I spent hours debating with myself. Days, even. I had no idea how much time passed, except that the May blossom fest was right around the corner. I knew my heat would arrive right before the festival. I tracked my cycles.

I pushed out a breath, nervously running my fingers through my hair. “Grandpa,” I muttered, sipping some hot raspberry tea to calm myself, “if you were here to give me advice, what would you?”

I pictured my grandfather sitting across from me.

Staring into my eyes. Layla , he said in my mind, about to read me Heidi , your heart is telling you to be with your pack, and quit being alone.

You can’t handle your heats on your own anymore.

You’re too powerful, and I know… Because your grandmother was the same.

She was the exact same, baby. I called her the Slick Queen.

Alone. All my life, especially after my parents died, I was alone. My stepparents didn't care for me, and Jasmine? She treated me like trash.

I was alone, but in the arms of my pack… I was Layla.

I was seen, listened to, and appreciated.

My presence was valued, and they didn't care if I opened up emotionally.

They praised my feelings, damnit—said I was brave for sharing them, which I was.

Around my pack, I felt like a queen.

A goddamn queen, and their affection was my crown.

Their… heart, their strength, their adoration for me was all the validation I needed.

One day, I huddled with all my Alphas for a pep talk.

“Guys,” I said sternly, ready to be honest with them. “I’ve debated this a lot. I’m ready.”

“Do we have the honor of sharing your heat, Layla?”

“Yes.”

We settled on a plan. Each Alpha would make love to me—and we didn't really hash out the specifics. I just wanted to feel special, and feel their bodies on me.

Naked… three naked Alphas, ready to have their way with me. Touch me, stimulate me. Suck on my tits, lick my thighs, eat my pussy. Make me come alive.

My Alphas led me to my nest nook. “Wait,” I whispered, a puff of scent leaking out of me. “Just… wait.”

Going into my nook, I opened a window… and perfumed alone, quietly.

Nothing too extreme, nothing over the top—I had to get my perfume out so, well…

If I didn't do this, I said, perfuming by the window so the breeze would carry it out, almost like weed smoke or something, I’ll leak during our lovemaking.

I perfumed a great big cloud of glittery pink mist, then after sniffing the pink raspberry scent I fanned the air. After turning on a fan the room cleared out, and I shut the window once more.

My Omega purred, clawing at my chest.

She was ready, more so than she’d ever been.

Stripping off, I looked at myself in the mirror… then I turned it away from me, because I didn’t need a mirror to know I was beautiful.

I shook out my purple hair, ready to show myself to my pack.

For the first time in so long, I was standing naked in front of Alphas. My Alphas.