Page 108 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

“I guess that leaves me for main. Let’s go, we’ve got at least a thirty-minute drive to a town with more food options,” Dean said, leading the way.

With Jonathan in jail, the animals secured in their barns, and food on the horizon, the night was looking up again.

An hour and a half later, we were back home, sprawled out in the nest eating our weird assortment of foods.

We had a spread of three types of fries and some onion rings, burgers and Chinese food, sushi, and sodas. Along with all of that included what seemed to be a million different types of dipping sauces.

The dessert was put away for later but Tillie got an ice cream cake and brownies.

No one had any complaints about our crazy assortment.

As we all settled in around our omega, she picked up the TV remote and flipped through until she found a movie playing.

Spirited Away.

It was one of my favorites, actually, and I smiled as I snagged my burger to settle in and enjoy the movie.

Tillie’s scent became stronger the more she relaxed, and it made me look at the food differently for a moment.

Maybe Tillie didn’t realize it but her body was preparing itself for a heat.

I caught someone staring at me and Kai just nodded slightly as if to say he had noticed, too.

“When your heat comes, does that mean you want the marking bites?”

Trust Aiden to just throw the shit out there. Granted Tillie started that first just a few hours ago in the SUV.

Tillie hummed and did a small dance as she chewed a sushi roll.

“Definitely.”

Tillie

“Who turned on the heat?” I groaned as I woke up. It was dark in the living area, or makeshift nest at the moment. Sweat covered every inch of me.

Only snores answered as I shifted carefully out of Kai’s clingy hold and went for the thermostat. Apparently, it dipped low enough to run the heat, so I shifted it for cool air and hurried upstairs.

I snagged Dean’s shirt from their room and went to my shower, stripping out of the damp clothes clinging to my skin.

Gross.

In my groggy mind, I didn’t put two and two together until I was under the spray, steam pouring out, and it felt cool against my skin.

That and a harsh cramp hit me. I groaned and clutched my stomach as my scent perfumed around me and slick mixed with water as it dripped down my thighs.

“Fuck,” I cursed, the ache growing worse. No wonder I chose to sedate my way through heats before now.

I shut off the shower and dried off, stumbling my way down the stairs to the nest. My omega stopped us in our tracks for a moment to admire our pack. They were all sleeping, looking relaxed and far too sexy for their own good.

Another cramp hit me, and I couldn’t hide the groan of pain.

“Tillie?” Dean was the one to pull out of sleep first. He took one look at me and was moving, pulling me close. He hissed as his hand connected with my skin. “Your heat started.”

“It did,” I confirmed, groaning again. “And I need a knot because this fucking hurts.”

“Let me help, omega,” Dean promised as he pulled me down until I was lying. He tugged the shirt I was wearing off, leaving me naked under his gaze. “I really like you in my shirt. But I like this more.”

He gave one last smirk before spreading my legs and settling between my thighs. Part of me was glad it was Dean who woke up first. He latched onto my pussy without hesitation, licking, sucking, and nibbling at my heated flesh, not holding back.