He spins around, eyes wide and lips parted in shock as the gun is now against his forehead.
“What the fuck are you doing at my house?” I snarl.
“I’m sorry!” he whispers, chest heaving as he looks seconds away from pissing himself.That’s right motherfucker. Fear me.“Nova left this.” He holds up a piece of clothing.
“Want to tell me why the fuck you have this in the first place. Why the fuck are you—”
And that's when I notice it. The scent of English toffee hits me like a fucking freight train. I grunt, my head spins, and my limbs go heavy. My pulse picks up, racing like a beating drum, as my cock, my god damn cock, goes stiffer than stone.
No. No. No. Fucking no!
My nostrils flare wildly, as the hand holding the gun shakes. With every breath I take, I breathe more and more of his scent in.
I groan in pleasure.What the fuck is wrong with me? This cannot be happening.There’s no way this pretty-boy cop is my scent match. I refuse to believe it. No.
It’s too much.You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Nick,” he says my name with caution, like he’s trying to tame a wild animal. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
Why isn’t he reacting the same way? How the fuck is he just standing there calmly?
Maybe calm isn’t the right word, because he still looks terrified, but he’s not having a big life altering moment like I am.
Maybe he isn’t my scent match, maybe something else is wrong.Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying. I don’t wanna die with a fucking boner.
Fuck!
“What the fuck have you done to me?” I growl, jaw clenched as I press the barrel of the gun harder against his forehead.
“I didn’t do anything, I promise. Trust me, this isn’t what I was expecting either.”
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I snarl. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop making me feel whatever the fuck is going on inside me right now.”
I’m grasping at straws, refusing to believe the obvious. It was the same with Nova, but this time I don’t have the urge to kidnap him and make him mine.
“I can’t help it,” he says, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“You knew?” I ask slowly.
His eyes grow with panic. “Y-yes.”
“How long?” I roar.
“I found out when I brought Nova in for questioning.”
“Weeks!” I step closer. Bad move, Nick.
Fuck, he smells so good. So fucking good. My mouth is watering, my cock is throbbing. God, I want to bury my cock deep inside his ass and make him scream my name as I stuff him with my knot.
What the fuck was that? Like fuck I want to do any of that. I’m straight. I like pussy. Nova’s pussy. I don’t like men. Never in my life have I been attracted to one.
So why do I want to know what he sounds like when he’s gagging on my cock?
I’m scent matched to a man. A fucking man.
