Page 87 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

Ty

Where are you, sweetheart?

Jason

Baby girl. Are you hiding from us? Do you want your pack to hunt you down?

A thrill sang in my blood. I moaned. My omega enjoyed the idea of our pack chasing us far too much. My cell buzzed again.

Shane

Love. Meet us in the food hall in ten minutes. If you’re not there by then, we’ll consider that a challenge.

Oh shit. My pussy pulsed, slick coating my panties. Thank God for jeans. I took a moment to compose myself before placing my laptop in the office for safekeeping.

Hazel and Lily saluted me with what looked like a mug of melted chocolate as I passed Hazel’s booth. Fern was too busy yelling at the farmhands running the stand to notice me.

Droves of people filled the streets, the din of voices barely muted by the whir of chainsaws. My stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I narrowed my shoulders, slipping through the throng of festivalgoers.

I finally made my way into the massive brick building at the back of the grounds. Rows of tables filled the space. An arm slid under my legs and then my back. Next thing I knew, someone lifted me.

My eyes widened and I flailed.

“Put me down!”

“Easy, love,” Shane crooned, carrying me to a table tucked in the corner where Jason and Ty already sat.

“Maybe don’t sneak up on people and kidnap them.”

Shane snorted, unfazed by my lackluster rebuttal. Wooden legs scraped along the linoleum floor as Shane pulled out a chair for me. Jason draped an arm over Ty’s shoulder, a scowl marring his face. My gaze shifted from the two men, unable to discern what caused Jason’s displeased mood.

“Why are you pouting?” I asked.

“Daddy’s upset ‘cause his omega wasn’t late. So now he can’t hunt her through the woods.”

Ty smirked. Jason clutched his nape, making Ty gasp. My face burned. I dipped my chin, hiding behind a curtain of loose curls. Shane’s fingers gripped my face.

“Here, love. Eat.”

A hint of Shane’s bark tinged the command. My entire body tensed, my omega eager to please.

Not that it mattered, I was starving. Nobody needed to coax me to eat. Shane nudged a plate of fresh fried dough under my nose. My mouth watered as the aroma of cinnamon and powdered sugar hit my nose.

Jason growled, ripping off a piece of the dough and bringing it to my lips.

“Open, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Ty grunted, running a hand over his face.

The chair creaked as I wiggled. My mouth parted, and Jason’s eyes darkened. I stuck out my tongue and Shane snarled. The possessive response made my omega preen. Powdered sugar and maple exploded on my tongue. I hummed, bathing in the attention from my pack as they took turns feeding me.

“You know I can feed myself.”

Selfishly, I didn’t want them to stop. But I didn’t want to come across as too needy.

“You’re our omega, baby girl. Now let us take care of you.”