“We’ll come with you.”
“I don’t need bodyguards,” I said quickly.
No. I needed distance. Even standing there, showered and dressed, my fingers tingled, daring me to remove all clothes and get on my knees. It was a hook coming from the pit of my stomach, propelling me to do it, a little voice in the back of my mind letting me know if I took their cocks all the way down to my throat, they wouldn’t refuse me.
“Where are we going?” Sven asked, looking at Per and completely ignoring my last comment.
“Nowhere. I need a walk.” And I wagged my finger from one to the other. “Alone.”
The heat was burning under my skin and trickling down my legs. It had me by my neck, demanding action, and left me feeling feverish and disoriented as a result. I needed spaceto think about how I could survive this without going crazy, without giving in even more.
I rushed downstairs, but I felt the others following me, like I could feel their warmth chasing mine. When did I become so vulnerable to my desires? Something about the whole situation made me breathless. Even when they explained things to me about my own body, as if they knew more than me. Shit, I usually hated to be in the dark, but with these guys, I couldn’t deny there was something delicious about it.
Like they could make me come in a whole new way.
And then there was the knot. I should have asked Anders to show me his and satisfy my curiosity. Sven was inside me already.
Oh god.
Flashes of the night before danced in front of my eyes, and by the time I closed my hand over the knob, I was all flustered and even crazier than before. I had sex with Sven. I had sex with my dad’s friend while the other friend gently held me against his chest.
He didn’t come, and his knot apparently was never inside me, but still, I felt every inch of him stretching me to my limits. No, I couldn’t even take my mind going there. I opened the front door, eager to rush outside just to meet a giant of a man with his fist ready to knock instead of the idyllic sights of this strange Swedish village.
“Hmm, hello?” he greeted me in English.
“Hi,” I replied slowly, my eyes wandering from his to the other two giants beside him.
“Noah!” Per’s voice came from behind me.
His chest brushed against my shoulder as he arrived by the door to welcome the mountain men, and I shivered. Damn, this situation was ridiculous.
I stepped back, accepting my escape was delayed, and let Per deal with the newcomers. I held myself back from lifting the hem of my shirt once again. At least I still had some modesty.
“My friend, I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Noah said to Per, his eyes on me. “We were traveling, and I decided to come over and introduce you to my omega.”
My curiosity piqued, I couldn’t deny, especially when a small woman emerged between the three of them. She was short with a huge smile. Her clothes were very colorful, and if I knew my people right, she was not from here. No, she had a brown complexion, straight dark hair that fell to her waist, and deep eyes. I didn’t know where, but I was pretty sure she looked Indigenous.
“Hi, I’m Julia!” Her accent didn’t betray me, and without meaning, I stepped closer, trying to look at the group better.
They didn’t miss my approach, and Noah’s eyes turned to me and then quickly to Per. “I’m so happy you found your omega. I’m sorry we are interrupting.”
“You’re not.” I spoke up without meaning to. “I’m not theirs.”
The words tasted like ashes in my mouth, but there was nothing but the truth in my statement. I wasn’t theirs. They were ready to send me to another pack as soon as I took that damn test.
“I’m Isadora,” I said to the omega, ignoring the eyes of the other men burning on me.
“Isadora?” she asked with a tip of her head.
“I’m Brazilian,” I said, giving her a nod.
“Oh god, I’m from Bolivia!” Julia laughed and made her way to me, completely ignoring everyone else. “And the village my parents were born in is just at the border with Brazil!”
She was using a slow version of Spanish with me, mixing with a little Portuguese, and I smiled. I knew almost nothing in Spanish. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from theguys, her mouth working nonstop as if we were in the middle of a conversation.
Damn, she was nice. I wasn’t very nice, but I liked to be around another omega.
“She’s Karl’s kid,” Sven said to the men, and they nodded. That same weight anytime my dad’s name was mentioned followed.
