Page 93 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

I whimpered. A honeyed dampness coated my thighs, my alpha’s touch stoking the embers rolling in my belly.

“I can smell your sweet slick, Little Omega. Are you needy this morning?”

I hadn’t been. Not really. Not until that gorgeous, rugged alpha stirred my omega with his claim.

A high-pitched squeak rung in my ears. My face flushed scarlet as I nodded. Any thoughts of being “too needy” were drowned out by the overwhelming rightness of his attention.

Jason’s hand slid lower, his palm flat against my stomach, radiating a strength that made my toes curl.

“Do you want your alphas to chase you and your beta through the farm?”

Ty let out a low, guttural groan against the side of my breast, his grip on my waist tightening instantly. Shane stirred, his eyes snapping open—those hazel irises blown wide with hunger.

“Please, Omega,” Shane rasped, his teeth grazing my pulse. “Let us hunt our little mates.”

My nerves caught fire. The blood in my veins vibrated with a chaotic energy that begged to break free. He leaned over, nipping at my flesh until a bruise bloomed. Hearing my alpha beg me made my omega feral.

Instincts I didn’t know existed shifted within me. An urge to run became inescapable. A need to feel the wind on my face as my omega taunted our alphas, luxuriating in the thrill of being hunted.

This wasn’t in any of the books I read. But I felt how right it burned in my belly. I wanted to be chased. Beyond that, I wanted to be caught, to be pinned, to be claimed. I wanted to feel the rough earth under my back as I thrashed against my alpha.

Jason shifted, positioning Ty in the crook of his arm as he moved closer to me. The mattress dipped under his weight. A hand—I wasn’t sure whose—took my book from my limp hold.

“It’s instinctive for your omega to want to run. To be chased. Do you feel it, Mi?”

The richness of his commanding tone made me want to expose my neck to him and submit.

I nodded.

“Words, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Shane groaned into my nape, making the tiny hairs there stand on end.

Ty’s chest heaved, his pupils swallowing his green eyes as his breathing slowed.

The pad of Jason’s thumb pushed on my lower lip. My heart beat faster, sounding like a war drum against my ribs.

“Adrenaline is going to flood your system. Your blood will hum with fear. It’s going to feel real. You might fight us. You might even tell us to stop once we catch you because the intensity is too much for you, even if your omega craves it.”

My gaze fell to the sage blanket pooled around my hips. My eyes darted from side to side. Blood rushed in my ears, and my head spun. I couldn’t fathom any scenario where I’d resist my alphas.

At least not Shane or Jason. Granted, they’d mentioned chasing me and Ty, meaning only one of them would catch me.

Warmth spread from my abdomen out to my fingertips, melting like liquid gold.

“I love the idea of our little mates fighting us,” Shane said, his rough voice dropping an octave.

Technically, only Ty was their mate. For now. Deep down, I wanted that too. Wanted Shane and Jason to bond me. My teeth throbbed, imagining sinking into Ty’s throat.

“If you want us to stop,” Jason said, flicking his tongue over my gland, “say red. We won’t stop unless you say that word. Not even if you’re crying, not even if you’re begging, unless you say that word. Do you understand, baby girl?”

My pussy clenched as my stomach somersaulted. Something between a whine and a moan reverberated behind my sternum. The total surrender of it terrified the logical side of my brain.

But my omega—and the part of me that wanted to be taken care of—nearly bounced with excitement.

“Yes, Daddy.”