“I didn’t think alphas were like this.”
“Then you’ve never met any decent alphas before.” Cole rubs the back of my hand. “It’s our job to protect you. Protecting and caring for you—an omega—is all that we want.”
I find myself smiling, imagining how it would feel to have the Silverwood Pack take care of me regularly. When I remember that they’re not mine, realization hits me like a downpour of icy water. They could be doing this for another omega one day.
“What’s wrong, Faye?” Ren asks sharply. “Are you okay?”
“I…” I don’t vocalize what I’m feeling. It’s the heat talking. It has to be.
Thankfully, Laz returns with a basket full of various towels, sparing me from explaining. “I have hot ones, wet ones, and cold ones. I didn’t know which you’d like. I’ve also got some scented oils and some massage oil. Sabs says that foot rubs can?—”
“You got all this for me?” I choke back a sob. Laz’s mouth turns down as he drops the towels and crouches before me like a fallen knight.
“What did I do? Was it the towels?” Regret radiates from him. “Shit, I’m no good at this. Do you want me to leave? I can take the towels with me?—”
“No!” I swipe at my tears. “It’s not the towels.” I let out another sob. “I can’t believe you did that … for me.”
Laz’s gaze softens when he realizes I’m not mad.
“Faye,” he says. “I’ll do anything for you.”
I sniffle. “But you don’t even know me.”
“But I want to.” My breath hitches at his endearing smile. “We all do. Right, guys?”
As Ren nods earnestly, I look at Cole. I dread the possibility of enduring more rejection, but he also dips his head in agreement.
“I wouldn’t offer a foot rub to just anyone.” Laz adds. “Does that sound good?”
Hell yes, it does.
With nerves racing through my gut like a swarm of hornets, I slide my toes out from beneath the blanket for him to take my feet in his hands. I sigh happily at the feel of his surprisingly softpalms and gentle touch. The heat from Ren and Cole, coupled with Laz kneading my feet, feels amazing.
“Does that feel good?” Laz asks.
“Yes.” His touch sends shivers of longing up my legs. “So good.”
My slick-soaked panties have no hope, and they’re going to struggle to get my scent out of their bedding.
“You’re still running a little hot.” Ren touches my forehead before scooping up one of Laz’s many washcloths to dab my face. The smell of his wrist has me practically writhing.
“Hot,” I whine, trying not to drool. “So hot.”
His attempts with the cool cloth only seem to heighten my desire to be knotted here and now by all three men on the sofa.
“The heat patch should’ve begun to take effect by now.” Cole checks his watch. “How’re you feeling, Faye?”
“Like I really want a knot.”
Their knots, in particular.
Cole chuckles. “We’ll give you anything but that.”
I catch a whiff of Damon’s scent and feel the bitter sting of disappointment when I realize he isn’t there. I paw at the cushion behind me, hunting around for the source of his smell.
“More of this!” I’m rubbing my face into the soft material when I realize how demanding I sound. “Please?”
“I’ll be right back,” Cole promises, dashing off.
