“She’s an omega, in case you were curious.”
The rings on the shells of my ears clink as I rock my head back as he steps closer, and that delicious heat that always bubbles in me whenever he’s near rears up.
He’s stunning when he looks like he wants to eat me alive. I just need to do more to make it the good kind of eat, rather than the rip-my-flesh-apart kind.
I have to keep my shit together, but lavender and coffee are hitting me from all angles, and my poor heart can’t take it.
“Do you invite her into the house when I’m gone?” he asks carefully, and I instantly narrow my eyes at him.
I’m one thousand percent sure he tasted my slick this morning, and it drove him absolutely loco, but what happened when he was at the rink?
“Why are you asking that?”
“You’re not saying yes or no,” he says, stepping even closer. His gaze is so intense I feel like he could pin me to the freaking floor. Not that I would complain.
“I’m curious why you’d think I’d invite her over when you look like that all the time,” I cock a brow. “I don’t want my sister to have to deal with your scowl.”
“Because people noticed I had a scent on me today, and I can’t figure out where it’s come from,” he snaps back. “Since neither of us can smell anything, the only thing I can think of is that some omega has been scampering around my house and spreading their scent strongly enough that it’s stuck to my clothes.”
Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t react.
My new mantra is beating in my head as I struggle for an answer.
After everything he told me about the intruder and why he has the alarm system, there’s nothing I can do except outright lie.
“That can’t be my sister, she’s never been here before. I went to the hospital to visit a friend yesterday. Maybe I picked up something from there?”
He pauses, looking me over, leaning in. His lips are so close, and I can see flecks of green in his eyes.
How am I supposed to handle his interrogation when he lifts a thick arm that’s perfect for scooping up omegas, and claps me on the shoulder?
I flinch at his hard grip, curling my toes in my slippers to stop myself from perfuming. Even though I took two this morning, I have no faith in these suppressants anymore, even though it’s a new batch. If he just grabbed me anywhere else with those hands…
Kane’s scent is the strongest on the front of his shirt, and just the thought of them rubbing their chests together makes my pussy pulse.
“I wondered if someone marked me, too. Though it doesn’t explain why my oatmeal had the same taste this morning.”
I should win a prize for imitating a statue. I won’t crack, not unless he actually goes for me.
“I told you, it’s part of my special recipe.”
“Did that recipe come from Ollie?”
He has to stop saying my name with a growl, or I’m going to drop to my knees. I already know this hockey player's cock is so big I won’t be able to fit my lips around it. But that’s what practice is for.
“Just check the outdoor cameras and the ones in the garage. You’ll see I didn’t bring anyone. I’m not that kind of guy. If I want to invite someone over, I’ll ask you. It’s your house, no matter how ‘comfortable’ I get.” The corner of my lips hitch. I’d love to get way more comfortable than him looming over me in the hallway, but there would be time for that later. Hopefully.
From the way he’s talking, he can’t tell I’ve scent marked the house like a moron, but if I slick right in front of him, would he pick it up? It’s not like I haven’t done it before, but now he knows my scent is a sickly sweet maple syrup that’s so obviously omega it’s embarrassing, maybe he’ll be more attuned to it.
“Fine. I’ll check the cameras,” Timber says. “But I don’t trust you. You could also find some other way to get them in.”
I shrug, curving my back, putting my hands on my hips, challenging him. Though it’s the same move I made when I leaned over the counter this morning and showed him I was down to fuck.
The lightest growl rumbles from his throat before he turns, leaving me to watch him go.
Rolling my eyes, I watch him as he walks away, taking the lavender with him. He can suspect me all he likes; it won’t change the fact that no one else has been here apart from lil ol’ me.
I need to get Kane’s scent, and I have to do it fast. My need is rising again, and if I want to stop myself from going after Timber, then I have to find something else to soothe me.
