Snuggleslut by Amy Bellows

This movie was supposed to be my big break. There’s an enormous budget, the director is an oscar winner, and the script is beautiful.
But they want to film it in February. That’s complicated for an arctic fox shifter like me. We have a biological need for prolonged physical contact during burrowing season. I normally spend February cuddling with my family, not filming a movie in the middle of the woods.
The studio said they’d find a professional cuddler for me. That seemed a little awkward, but I agreed to it. I figured they’d hire a woman or another male omega. But no.
They hired Dimitri Cross.
He’s the retired NHL player I spent my teenage years drooling over. Technically, he’s an arctic fox shifter too, but he’s also half grizzly shifter—and an alpha—so he’s built like a tank. I’ve always had a weakness for huge jocks who could throw me over their shoulder.
How am I supposed to cuddle with this guy all month if I can’t even go near him without getting butterflies in my stomach?
What am I going to do?