“You’ve known him for five days,” I mutter to myself as I pull into the hospital parking lot. I have to stop, but I don’t know how because my body is all ramped up and ready to go if Timber just says the word.
I’m here to see my brother to run over the meal plan and possibly to complain about the situation. I hope being in a hospital filled with sterile scents will help me chill out for a while before I go food shopping.
They have scent-blocking de-misters that spray in every room. I don’t need to pretend I’m a beta here, so I laid off the scent suppressants and covered myself in scent-blocking cream instead.
Taking suppressants for too long has bad effects on the body, and I was already planning to go hard on heat suppressants starting next week to try and stop it early. It’s better not to make myself sick too soon.
That was before I scent-matched with a walking ball of rage and muscle. Now I’m planning to meet my dealer to stock up because there is no way I’m going to get through living with Timber without them.
More people stare as I hop the whole twenty feet from the lime green driver’s seat to the ground, roll my shoulders back, and tell myself I can finally relax.
I parked as far away from the hospital as possible to be discreet, even though I spent most of the drive messing around on the road.
That is, until I reach the waiting room. I’m about halfway to the reception desk when I smell it.
It’s subtle at first. I’m so amped up on coffee, it doesn’t really click for me until the scent wraps itself around my body.
I lift my head, my gaze panning the room as I search for the owner. It’s a soft, soothing lavender that’s calling me closer. I need it. I have to find it in the crowd of people weaving in and out of each other.
It’s so good, fresh, and so gentle that I keep drawing in deep breaths without realizing it.
The whole room is white with maroon seats filled with people of various ages and designations. The alpha could be anywhere.
But lavender is swirling through my body, and it’s the same feeling I had when I met Timber. A sudden need flares up inside me, and every heavy step I take toward the scent leaves me wanting.
Need burns through me so fiercely that I wrap my arms around myself, but I can’t stop it. I dig my nails into my upper arms as the scent grows stronger, bending over and whimpering as pressure builds.
“No,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare.”
But it’s too much.
The lavender grows thicker, and I try to look up and see who it is, but I cry out as the feeling suddenly explodes through me.
Sweet maple syrup perfume bursts from me, and gasps echo around me as I fall to my knees. I stay bent over, hiding my face,gritting my teeth from embarrassment. Because I just have to go and perfume in public.
I’m trembling, choking. I need to move, but desire keeps pounding through me until slick runs from my pussy. Thank God I’m wearing black jeans, because I can’t hold it in as I press my thighs together.
I’m already planning a vendetta against my suppressant dealer, because this isn’t supposed to happen.
The lavender is growing stronger. I’m being thrown into a soothing field of flowers where I can lie down and let go of all my worries. Every breath I draw is bliss, but I can’t let myself get wrapped up in it.
I have to get to the car. I’ll go back to our apartment and take care of it myself so no one will be any the wiser.
If Timber finds out I’m an omega already, that’s our business done for.
I need help. I need to get the hell out of here. But the scent is so intense that I can’t stand up.
A pair of white leather shoes suddenly appears in my vision, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
“Now what’s an omega like you doing perfuming in a place like this?” someone says as he crouches down. I moan as lavender washes over me, filling my senses and blowing my mind. It’s so strong that his taste rolls over my tongue.
His voice curls through me like a gentle breeze, and I groan as I look up. I know he’s there. I don’t have to meet his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and wicked smile to know he’s my alpha.
Kane
Iswear I nearly come as maple syrup blooms through the hospital waiting room.
Timber and I got into another fight at the game earlier, but it wasn’t as sexy as our last one. He’s obviously stressed about something, and I was happy to be his punching bag as long as I got to scent mark him as well.
