I’m drowning in delicious alpha pheromones, and it’s feeding a part of my soul I didn’t realize was starving. His eyes are wide, and he’s breathing fast as he stares down at me.
IfI’mreacting andhe’sreacting, it can only mean….
“Scent match.” His lips barely move, but I hear him as loud as if he screamed those two dangerous words into my ear.
The soft snick of a door closing barely reaches me as arousal floods my body, and need spikes hot in my veins. We’re alone in the dark, just him and me, and no one knows we’re here.
“This is dangerous,” I whisper, luxuriating in his scent and fighting to keep my hands off of him.
“Why would this be dangerous?” he asks, his eyes on my mouth.
He pulls me closer, his left arm wrapped tight around my waist. He’s hard, his cock nudging my lower belly and tempting me to rise to my tiptoes so he’ll press right where I ache the most.That’swhy it’s dangerous.
I perfumed when I was seventeen.
One of my alpha dad’s friends came to visit him. The auburn-haired alpha wandered into the living room, where I was practicing the piano, and he triggered me. Scent overwhelmed me. My bodyburnedwith the need to be touched.
He had me pinned to the floor and was yanking at my skirt as I begged for him to fuck me. A literal stranger. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t care to know it. I just needed him in ways that felt primal.
My faceburnedwith humiliation when my dad found us two seconds away from fucking on his expensive rug and pulled him away.
The servants took me to my room while others dragged the struggling alpha out of the house. The next day, my parents enrolled me at Haven Academy, the finishing school for omegas, where I would learn to be graceful and meet the right sort of alpha a Harrington should match with.
That need is nothing compared to now.
I want to put myself on my knees and beg. To crawl. To submit to Torin in every way I can. Every nerve in my body just came alive, and Iwant.
“I haven’t been knotted before,” I whisper. “One of my teachers could find us.”
I’m twenty-one, definitely old enough to be doing this, but that’s not the kind of humiliation I would ever want or need.
He lowers his head, dragging the tip of his nose along my throat. I clutch his suit jacket, gasping as he lifts me off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.”
I don’t even hesitate.
A slow, hungry smile curls his lips. “Part of me wouldn’t mind. They’d have to stay right outside and wait until I let you go.” He gently nibbles my throat, and I moan, rocking against his cock, needing his pants gone.
Knotting is an intimacy—the most intimate act between an alpha and an omega. There is no separating a knot from inside an omega. Not if you want to hurt the omega, and not until an alpha is ready to let her go.
“Fuck. You smell amazing. Blueberries and spice.” His voice is husky, thick with lust as he presses himself closer and sniffs my neck with another deep, hungry groan.
Scent drunk. When a scent is so delicious that you drown in it. I’ve heard of it before, but this is the first time I’m experiencing it firsthand.
With a husky groan, his mouth slants over mine, and I moan as I return his deep, intoxicating kiss. My hands roam over his back, feeling the firm muscles beneath. He tastes rich and sweet, and so achingly perfect that I wish this kiss would never end. But I must end it.
I press my palms on his chest, breaking the kiss and licking my lips as I lean my head back against the wall, a vain attempt to escape a need blistering my bones. “We have to stop.”
“Do you want to?” he asks, eyes fused to my mouth.
“Absolutely not. But we should.”
He places one hand low on my back, resettling me in his arms. My body likes this new position a little too much. With the rucked-up skirt of my dress, there’s no way he can’t feel how wet my panties are beneath.
Pinning me against the wall, he fumbles with the front of his pants as his mouth captures mine in a devastating kiss. I throw caution to the wind and start shoving up his shirt as he grips the edge of my panties and pushes them aside.
Chapter 2
June
