Page 102 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

I swallowed hard, the tightness in my chest loosening just a fraction.

“Never.”

“Good. Get dressed. I’m sure our omega will be feral when she finds my cum still leaking from you.”

“Fuck off,” I hissed, shoving his chest.

THIRTY-EIGHT

MIA

My head collapsed onto the hard planes of Jason’s chest. Cramps sliced through my belly, and I mewled a pathetic noise.

“I know, Omega,” he cooed, rubbing the top of my head with his cheek.

It felt like the tide was coming in, lapping at my ankles. With each wave, it hit a little higher. Based on what I’d read, it wouldn’t be long before I was completely consumed.

Soon, my omega would be in control.

And that terrified me.

I started to shake. Jason purred, the sound releasing some of my anxiety.

“Shhh, baby girl. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Shane and Ty are on their way.”

A stuttered sigh parted my lips. I tried to relax, but everything was wrong. My clothes felt like sandpaper on my skin. There were too many smells, too many sounds, too many things. Jason hugged me tighter to his torso, his boots making the porch creak as he led us inside.

As soon as we hit the nest, I scrambled out of his arms. I toed off my sneakers, kicking them into the bathroom. They didn’t belong in here. My feet hit the rug, the plush material like velvet between my toes.

I dragged my teeth over my lip, quickly shedding my clothes and tossing them onto the bed. The mattress barely dipped under my weight. I knelt in the center, spinning and assessing. My fingers burrowed into the duvet. I inhaled deeply, and the aroma of my pack calmed how my blood boiled.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours; I wasn’t sure. I snatched pillows and blankets, arranging and rearranging them over and over again. My nipples pebbled, the hard buds aching.

I rocked on my heels, moaning at how my pussy fluttered. Something wasn’t quite right. My face pinched while I rubbed my wrists together.

“Mi. Drink this.”

The deep timbre of my alpha’s voice made me sag. I’d forgotten he was here. How had I forgotten that? I spun, drinking in the vision of our alpha. The outline of his cock bulged in his jeans. I longed to drag my tongue along the underside, to take him to the back of my throat until he came.

My brows tipped toward the bridge of my nose. Why wasn’t he naked? Why was he just standing there with a glass of water? I didn’t want water. Ugh. I had to do everything myself.

A low, warning growl fell from me. I lunged at him, my fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt. It was drenched with the scent of him.

“No. This,” I snapped, pushing the glass aside and pulling his tee.

“Be good, Omega.”

“I am good. You’re being difficult.”

Jason clicked his tongue.

“Is that how you talk to Daddy, Omega?”

I blinked, pausing. “No,” I mumbled.

“Good girl. Here, take what you need.”

Slowly, he put the glass aside, raising his arms. An endearing smile appeared beneath his thick beard. I stripped the shirt, scurrying to place it in the far left corner of the nest.