Page 89 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

Too distracted by the beads of sweat glistening on his skin, I missed it when the blade landed on the bullseye.

“That’s hot,” Ty hummed, and I nodded.

Ignoring how we ogled him, Shane took his second shot. The silver whirred through the air, landing with a thud beside his previous shot. Huffing, Shane removed the flannel, tossing it aside onto a log.

“Holy shit.”

I stared unabashedly at my alpha. Rippling pectorals was right. He rivaled bloody Hercules. All we needed were the singing muses and a horse with wings. Biceps bulged under the cuff of his skin-tight tee. I didn’t know if it was the thin sheen of sweat making it that tight on him, or if he got it a size too small on purpose.

“Show off,” Jason laughed, kissing the top of my head. “He always did enjoy showing off like a peacock in a parade.”

I guess some things didn’t change. Shane always enjoyed being the center of attention.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” I whispered, my fingers digging into Ty’s arm.

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Ty replied.

We were both drooling, our scents spiking so high I was surprised the people in the front row weren’t turning around to stare.

“If you two keep doing that, I’m going to bust the zip on my jeans,” Jason whispered, the growl crawling deliciously up my spine. “Have mercy on me and my cock for the love of God.”

These men were going to destroy me. Shane released his final axe. And I was wrong. They weren’t going to destroy me. I was ruined, panties soaked and nipples tight.

Shane moved toward us, dragging his flannel across his brow.

I swallowed, swaying. Jason chuckled, tucking me into his side.

“Do you see, loves?” Shane asked, looking from me to Ty.

“Oh. We saw. My dick is hard and it’s all your fault.”

Shane’s chest puffed and I blushed.

“And what about you?” he prodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I saw. And yes. You were unfairly attractive, throwing sharp blades and looking like you belong on Olympus.”

“Come on,” Jason said. “We have something we’d like to give our omega.”

Until now, I never understood why omegas enjoyed gifts so much. Now. I got it. My skin sang and my blood hummed. It filled me with too many emotions to place when they gifted me something.

I wiggled, my ass touching Jason’s straining cock. He grunted, grasping my hips, forcing me to still.

“You are a merciless omega,” he hissed.

“Sorry,” I said, shrugging.

In one fluid movement, Jason tossed me over his shoulder.

“Hey!”

I smacked his back, my frivolous assault doing nothing to stop him. Fern blew me a kiss. While Lily giggled and Hazel took a victory sip of what I guessed was hot cider.

Once we were away from the crowds, Jason lowered me onto a secluded hay bale. I crossed my arms, doing my best to appear angry. Based on the grins they all gave me, I failed miserably.

Ty plopped beside me, tugging me close. My shoulders sagged as I leaned into his touch. Shane and Jason crouched in front of us. Our Apex alpha removed a velvet box from his pocket. The ruby material glimmered. I had to restrain myself from snatching it.

Instead, I waited patiently.