Logan jerked his head toward the general direction of the offices. “He’s gotta be up there. He’s not down here.” He gestured to everyone milling around, eating canapes and drinking champagne.
“Well, let’s go get him. It’s his party, he’s not allowed to hide,” Avery declared, gently pushing me toward the offices.
I chuckled to myself. “I can understand the urge to hide away.” The omega’s scent teased me again, but Avery didn’t let me twist away to go in search of them.
“Not all of us are grumpy buttheads like you, Parker,” Logan said as he ventured ahead of us.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t rather be home with a giant pizza?” I asked.
Logan looked back at me with a shrug before holding open the door for us. “Now, I wouldn’t say that…”
We took the elevator leading to Hunter’s office, and his door opened, our pack mate walking out and freezing instantly. His hair was damp and mussed. Had he showered in the middle of a party?
“Hey! Why are you hiding?” Avery asked. “If we have to play nice with dirty old rich ladies, you need to do the same.”
Logan cocked his head to the side. “‘Fess up. What’ve you been doing? Or should I ask, who?”
I took another step forward. The same omega scent from downstairs hung in the air behind Hunter, filling his office, potent enough to give awayexactlywhat they’d been doing in there.
“You’re sneaking away from your own party to get laid?” I laughed. I hadn’t realized that was a viable option at events like this.
Hunter’s ears turned pink. “N-no. It’s not like that. Okay,maybe, but?—”
“I need a better sniff!” Avery declared, pushing past Hunter and into his office. “Holy shit. Someone’s been doing the nasty on their desk. Look at that mess!”
We all piled into the office, ignoring Hunter’s weak protests.
There was no denying what had been done in the office with the air saturated by the scent of sex.
“Is that an omega?” Avery asked. “It smells super familiar.”
Logan leaned down and unceremoniously sniffed the desk. “One hundred percent an omega. A damn good smelling one too.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “I could swear I’ve smelled that before.”
Me too, though I didn’t say that out loud. It reminded me of the chaotic omega who’d glitter bombed my car, but I was probably deluding myself.
“Let me!” Avery almost shouted, shoving his face in the direction of the desk and taking a gigantic inhale.
I couldn’t hold back the laugh. My pack was certifiable. They were sniffing a fucking desk.
Avery’s posture went rigid. He stood, gaping wide-eyed at Hunter. “Did you happen to have sex with a stunning blonde who looks like a fucking goddess?”
Hunter scratched the back of his head. “I mean, yeah. Why? Do you know her?”
Avery’s mouth dropped open. “You had sex with my angel?”
His angel?
Oh, fuck, the omega he’d fucked in his car? He had been going on about her like she was a deity, and moaning pathetically that he needed to find her.
“Wait,her?” Hunter asked.
“She’s here?” Avery asked, a small squeak of excitement escaping him when Hunter nodded. “Where is she? Why didn’t you bring her to see us?”
“Hard to do when she obviously sprinted away while I was in the shower.”
“This is so familiar,” Logan muttered, still standing behind the desk and staring at the surface, his expression confused but slightly hopeful.
“Fuck. Haveyoumet her as well?” I asked.
