Page 25 of Small Town Shy Omega (Applewood Falls #1)

I mewled and grabbed at them greedily, my favorite pages fluttering around me—like fresh-fallen snow.

Instead of scent, I rubbed the pages of my favorite romance novel on my tits. On my tummy. On my pussy.

“Yessss,” I gurgled, desire and heat sizzling through me. “Rubbing my romance novel on my pussy, fuck me, Dreydon! If you won’t fuck me, my book boyfriends will.”

Dreydon entered me.

With the romance novel wrapped around his hard cock.

Thick. Girthy. And hardly fitting.

He punted it in my pussy, the mammoth novel swelling out my walls, stretching the tight mound, walls ramming aside like a temple after a quake. A holy temple.

“Ohhhhhh, Dreydon,” I cried out, pussy squelching, squelching—spreading for the cock-and-nine-hundred-page-romance novel combo, the book working as a good knot condom. “Knot in my pussy! Please!”

“Can’t fit,” Dreydon panted, sweat pouring down his iron face. His scars glowered. “Too tight, pussy’s too tight.”

“You ever been fucked by a warrior, Layla?” Blake jerked his shaft using her hair.

“Dreydon,” I cried out, the word tumbling out like something plangent and mournful in me. “Fuck me with my favorite book wrapped around your cock, Dreydon! Stop yourself from knotting—just give me a baby! Squirt in me, come in my pussy!”

“Tight little gash,” Dreydon growled, “little slit in the sidewalk. A firefly could fit in there.”

“Give me your seed, Dreydon! My Omega demands it—Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!”

I gurgled and mewled, tits blazing with warmth—Josh kneaded my tits dutifully, though he kept poking his cock into my ear.

“Oh Josh,” I grunted out, mouth heaving around his cock. I sucked and sucked like I was gonna die without it. “Fuck my mouth, Josh.”

Dreydon pushed hard.

He screamed as his knot swelled. Swelled. And expanded some more.

He didn't knot my pussy.

The paperback kept his knot from swelling around me.

“Ohhhh, fates,” I groaned out, unable to control myself. Pure feeling overwhelmed me. Pink raspberry scent surrounded me, blending with Blake’s delicious cinnamon.

In a flash I ripped myself out of their arms. Ripping the knot condom off Dreydon’s cock, my Omega took complete control.

“Need,” I mewled out, squirting and scenting. My perfume squirted out of every hole, bursting out. Like a machine gun, exactly like the ones Dreydon once fired. “Need, sorry—need need need.”

I fucked Dreydon.

Like a rabid Omega, I attacked Josh next, milking him to the knot.

Then, I turned to Blake.

Blake was my handsome poet. The one who wrote me beauty lines of poetry and wouldn’t let me kiss him.

He was the first to call out to me at the farmers’ market, the one who introduced me to this pack.

I went to Blake, slowly riding down on him.

“You’re not in control,” I whispered, descending upon his erection. He had no idea what pleasure I was about to give him. “I am, baby. Just lie there, take it.”

But Blake had other plans.

He lifted me up… and in a second, I was thrown on the bed.

Blake mounted me, jaw snapping, spittle flying—he plunged his cock into me, and I was surprised that he was the one to knot me.

“Blake,” Dreydon called out, his own shaft covered in book pages. “Bro, you can’t—"

Blake’s teeth came down on my neck.

His pupils were wide, and he bit me. Just bit me, the pleasure and pain barreling through me almost too intense to bear.

I screamed out, loving being bonded with… I was delirious, a bazillion conflicting emotions barreling through me. I couldn’t breathe: pleasure filled me, and the pain of his bite on my neck was so intense.

Blake fucked and fucked, and it surprised me because, being the shyest and quietest of the bunch, I didn't expect him to be so primal in bed.

He was.

Feral… and he made me wish I was as feral as he was.

My legs latched around him. My tits flew, and I screamed out as he gave it to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my pussy blooming—it squirted, it squirted and slicked around Blake’s dick, but it wouldn’t stop slicking.

“Slick,” Blake moaned, teeth locked on my neck, “on my face,” he whined.

In a second, his teeth were off my neck… And he’d already come in me. His knot swelled down, and…

I exploded.

Just exploded out my slick.

One, two, three, four, five, six—oh fuck, nine shots of my slick burst out of my pussy.

It splashed Blake’s face, squirting all over his jaw and lips and teeth.

His lips vibrated up and down, like he put his face behind a jet stream.

“Oh baby,” Blake moaned, welcome my endless slick. “Baby…”

I couldn’t stop slicking.

“Dreydon,” I cried out, needing my military man. “Dreydon, please—let me slick you!”

Dreydon stared at me, and with pages of my favorite romance novel all over his dick, he kneeled next to Blake.

I directed my pussy toward him, slicking endlessly. It was like I was a stream that wouldn’t turn off.

Josh joined the other two Alphas.

I blasted his face, covering him in endless slick. I moaned, fingering my own tits—my little pussy did this?

Wow, I thought to myself, proud and satiated. Proud as fuck.

Blake licked at my pussy, treasuring every inch of that sensitive little gash. That nub.

Josh licked it next.

And Dreydon?

He kneaded my ass, and when Josh and Blake got up to help me off the bed, he ate my ass.

He just… ate that ass, and I cried out, because I’d never felt anything like it. It was like I was hooked up to a shower head, letting it pummel me.

Three Alphas…

They cared for me in their own ways, each powerful and strong and true.

Josh lifted me up into his arms. I was exhausted, sobbing, and trembling. Blake went to the bathroom, running me a bubble bath.

My three Alphas bathed me.

Tenderly, and with so much love and care, they washed every inch of my body. They scrubbed my tits, pussy, ass, and even armpits. Blake kissed my cheek, and I melted under his touch.

They brought me to my nest, and they held me all night.

A gentle moon shone the following morning. It was a pale moon, lurking in the corner like an actress who doesn’t want to show her stage. I’m watching, said the moon and staring up at her, I felt so safe and seen.

Blake took me to the pond. We waded in the water, then Josh and Dreydon joined us with lunch.

Unpacking sandwiches, we sat on the lakebed and ate. I was ravenous, and Dreydon shared his sandwich me.

Halfway through our meal I realized my cheeks were wet.

Josh pressed his shirt sleeve to my cheek. “There, little Omega,” he purred, his voice gentle and soft. “You’re okay, baby. A heat drop.”

“Yes,” I whispered, clinging to his oversized shirt sleeve. “Just a heat drop.”

Dreydon held me in his big arms, and Blake pulled out some mauve nail polish. He painted my nails, and when the sun set later that night, my nails matched the sun set.

“Do you know what Grandpa always told me growing up? When the sky is pink, Mrs. Claus is baking cookies.”

Dreydon smiled, squeezing me tighter.

“I love that, Layla.”

Blake made me a s’more over our crackling embers. “You are ours, Layla. Ours for today. Ours for a lifetime.”

“You’re not the only one in pain, baby,” Dreydon growled, gently rubbing my thigh.

“Oh?” I blushed.

“My knot won’t go down,” Dreydon murmured, his voice soft and sweet. “Even time I scent you, it swells.”

“Are there pages stuck to it?”

“Your favorite novel is tattooed on my knot.”

The ink rubbed off, I realized. The ink rubbed off on Dreydon’s cock.

I sat with my Alphas. They fed me s’mores, gave me wine, and relaxed with me.

We bonded today, I realized.

Blake’s the one I bonded with most, as we shared a bonding bite.

I rubbed my neck, and Blake draped his lips over it. He kissed the mark.

I cuddled against his shoulder. My heart was full.

In the middle of the night, I perfumed.

My enormous pink raspberry cloud of scent wafted over all of us, protecting us. It was pink. It was glittery. It was sparkly.

When we woke up, we had to open a window. It was the most powerful scent I’d created since we got together.

“My heat is almost over.” You could hear the heartbreak in my voice.

Dreydon rubbed my arm.

“Let’s bottle it,” he urged.

We took glass jars and bottled my scent. We set them on the windowsill.

Now, nothing would make us forget our affection. The great love we shared. With me snuggled tight in their arms, my Alphas took me to bed.