Page 21 of Too Many Alphas
Regis cupped Myrtle’s jaw. “Back atcha. Enjoy hotboxing in pheromones.”
“Just one thing. How long have you known you were like this?”
“About nineteen years. Since I was eleven. My parents moved us here immediately, and the family bakery gave me a place to hide when needed.”
“You have a bakery?” Myrtle felt her mouth fill with saliva.
“We have a bakery. I will talk with you another day.” She smiled. “Gentlemen, good evening. Congratulations on finding each other.”
The woman moved with an economy of movement and grace as she left the guesthouse, shrinking back to beta on her way through the door.
Everyone, including Myrtle, was staring at the door. Myrtle looked back to the boxes and the bags of bowls of ramen. “That just happened, right?”
Denith nodded. “Yeah. I have worked with her for years. I had no clue.”
Myrtle paused. “I don’t see myself hugging my way through the population.”
Teyval walked up behind her. “Probably for the best. Byron would have to follow you around the whole time.”
Denith set out the ramen bowls and tapped them all once. When he took the lids off, steam rose, and the kitchen smelled amazing.
Myrtle took the chopsticks that he handed her and looked through them all. “Are we doing this as tasting or grab your favourites and go?”
Denith smiled. “I haven’t had anything from here before, so sampling sounds good to me.”
They worked it out and made a relay so everyone could taste two of them first.
It was fun and funny, and she found out what they liked, and they found out that she had high spice tolerance. She also bounced on the balls of her feet for two of the other selections, and Denith literally made notes.
She started excitedly hopping when he pulled the first of two huge pastry boxes over and smiled when he brought out implements of consumption. She snagged a dessert spoon and held it like a dagger.
Teyval shook his head. “Oh, sweetie, we are going to have to show you how to use weapons if you write your characters holding a weapon like that.”
“If you aren’t a puff pastry, you need to have no fear.” She grinned, and when the lid flipped back, she exhaled in admiration. “So pretty.”
The desserts gleamed like jewels. There was plenty of glossy fruit flanked by chocolate and surrounded by a sea of custard and cream.
“Oh, I like her a lot,” Byron muttered.
They agreed on sampling again, but this time, Myrtle dove in, tasting and hopping happily. Denith sighed and boosted her onto the counter, sliding the desserts closer to her so that he could watch her feet. It was a good thing that she was secure about it, or she would develop a complex.
He made copious notes, and the other two took turns trying things and feeding the ones they liked to her. It was a fun experience, and when she was done, they got her back to bed with Byron under her and the others flanking her.
She thought about brushing her teeth then shrugged and dropped into a deep and heavy sleep. She dreamed about food and woke up happy.
Byron’s fingers were much more polite than Denith’s. She squirmed slowly as his fingertips moved across her skin. She whispered, “You are doing that like you are reading braille.”
He smiled, but his eyes were distant. “Well, I am reading flat portions and bumps.” The pad of his finger grazed her clit again.
She flexed her hips against him, and he grinned. Teyval kissed her neck and shoulder while Denith kissed his way down her spine.
Myrtle felt very warm and very wanted as they gradually teased and woke her body until slick covered Byron’s hand, and they praised her for being a good omega. They murmured, they crooned, and then they purred. She nearly came all over again.
Teyval explained how their bonding would work. It was going to be a very busy event.
She whispered, “I am not good at four-strand braiding.”
He chuckled. “We will all have to learn.”