My shoulders pull back, and I stay on alert. Tonight was an important reminder of how fast things can go to shit. I’m going to be even more paranoid from here on out, but that can’t be helped.
I’m more confused about how Cove is perfuming.
She’s still taking those fucking suppressants.
Isn’t that the entire purpose of taking them? I mean, she’s trying to block her heats from starting back up. The medication is obviously not working like it should be.
Her warm breath puffs against my throat as she nuzzles even closer. “Thanks for saving me.”
My heartbeat picks up as I stomp us toward the greenroom. “Always.”
Well, fuck.
I’m pretty sure I meant to sayanytime, but I guessalwaysworks too. For as long as I’m around her, I’m not going to be able to let my guard down. Never again.
She’s too damn talented and delicious-smelling for me to ever relax.
Not to mention, beautiful.
Sweet when she wants to be.
Did I mention how good she smells?
Maybe I need to call in a partner?
Dammit.
Is it too soon to retire?
The guys still haven’t made it back from their interviews or meet-and-greet or whatever the fuck they’re doing.
I keep my composure—barely.
Being in a confined space with a perfuming omega is not the easiest when my instincts are on high alert. It doesn’t help that I’m an unbonded alpha, but again, I’m not a creep.
Yanking my phone from my pocket, I text Ravvi and Damian. I watch the screen with a desperation that speaks to how serious this situation can become if I’m not careful.
There’s no reply, so I shove it away again and march over to the leather couch.
“Want me to lay you down?” I ask. “I’m conflicted. I need to go grab one of them, but I hate the idea of leaving you.”
“No, I want you to hold me.” Cove’s hand tightens on the back of my neck, and she licks my throat under where my beard ends. “You have really nice pheromones.”
I barely hold back a laugh. “Thanks.”
I think that’s a compliment, anyway.
She’s definitely foggy, but that happens with omegas.
I’ve never been one of those alphas who are obsessed with omegas. Hell, I’ve always found their quirks and neediness to be slightly obnoxious. Unfortunately, the way nature is set up, my instincts are way more enamored by their designation than I am.
An omega shows an ounce of vulnerability, and my impulses kick in with the need to protect and comfort said omega. Then again, Cove is capable of taking care of herself. She’s more closed off and independent than any omega I’ve ever met. Maybe that’s why it’s so endearing to see her open up for once.
No part of me wants to put her down, but I’m not going to be able to meet her needs.
Ravvi and Damian better hurry the hell up.
Cove wiggles around my lap, keeping her nose planted in my throat.
