When he backed away a little bit, I knew something was wrong. “I’m fine, Link.”
I narrowed my eyes, looking him up and down. That’s when I realized the hem of his shirt had ridden up, revealing… another shirt? “What’s up with this?”
I walked closer, only for him to back away again. He quickly pulled the shirt down. “Nothing. I was just cold.”
“Cold?” It wasn’t even cold outside. Plus, Elias never got cold in the first place. He’d always run hot—we both did. “Fuck, maybe that’s why you smell so different. You must be really sick. Let me feel your forehead.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
He turned to walk away again, but I grabbed his arm, forcing him to whirl on his heel and look at me. “Elias, what the fuck is going on with you?”
“I said I don’t feel well. Now let me go.”
I walked toward him, not stopping until his back was against the wall and I was looking down at him. “You’re lying.” I could tell. I could always tell. “You’re being weird.”
Averting his gaze, he set his jaw. “I’m not, and you’re the one being weird.”
“Oh, okay, says the one who?—”
The moment I leaned my head further down, it hit me with the force of a thousand suns. Instead of sweltering rays of light, it was the intense, all-consuming smell of sweet almond and vanilla. “Holy fuck,” I groaned.
“What?”
Inhaling, I let my eyes fall shut, absorbing it into my very fucking soul as my cock twitched, an almost automatic response. “Fucking hell, Elias. You smell so fucking good.” I followed the scent, sticking my nose straight into the crook of his neck.
That wasn’t it. The smell was there, but not as strong. Where was it coming from?
“Link, what the fuck are you doing?”
I ignored him, sniffing down, down, down until finally,finally,I found the source. It was ten times stronger right fucking here. I pressed my nose into him, confused when the tip of my nose touched something… wet?
Opening my eyes, I realized where I’d stopped. It was Elias’s chest. My nose was right on his nipple.
So why was his shirt wet there, and why did he smell so fuckingdelicious?
Chapter 3
FUCK, MAYBE IT IS
Elias
Link pressed his face harder into my chest, his nose right over my nipple. My leaking nipple. What in the fuck?
“Link, what are you doing?”
Despite asking the question, my hands came up to grip his hair and pull him closer.
I didn’t know what was happening to me, but for some reason, it was making my dick hard.
“You smellso fucking good.” Link inhaled again, and my cock throbbed. “Why do you smell like this?”
I shook my head, tightening my grip on his hair. “Like what?” I asked, almost terrified of the answer.
“Like a fuckingomega. It’s intoxicating.”
Oh fuck. I smelled like an omega? What in the fuck did that mean? I tried to summon some anger. Most alphas would balk at the idea of being told theysmelled like an omega, but instead of anger, something hot and aching burned in my gut.
I should have let him go, but I couldn’t. I should have forced him away, but I didn’t. He nuzzled my chest over my shirts.
