“What?” I nearly hiss at him and then feel guilty the moment the words leave my lips.
“What do you need?” he asks, not angry with my tone or that I’ve been needing him more and more lately. He always gives me the article of clothing he wore the day before, right now though I’m wearing my outfit for my performance, nothing of his.
“I…I just want this to be over so bad,” I reply and have to will myself not to cry. I’m tired of these weak bitch hormones that keep flowing through my body lately.
“Do you need my scent?” he asks and arches an eyebrow at me.
I want to shake my head no.No, extremely large and sexy Alpha. I’m a bad bitch that doesn’t need a man.However, that’s not what happens. “Please,” I reply instead.
Smith comes over and wraps his muscular arms around me. One of his hands sits on the dip of my hip, and I sigh. I grab his shirt and bring it to my nose and rub my face against him. I feel like an addict taking a hit of his Alpha pheromones. It works though. I instantly calm down. Some of my anxieties drip away, and I’m able to focus on the task at hand.
“Now go and rock the shit out of the show and we can go get ice cream after,” he says, his thumb rubbing gently into my hip.
“I want to go to the place that mixes the ice cream on the stone slab,” I say.
“That place is so weird. They make them sing for tips like it’s some sort of underground minion labor,” he replies.
“I think they stopped making them do that.”
“We can only hope. Who wants to order ice cream, tip someone, then hear them sing some shitty stupid song? It makes no sense.”
“I definitely want a chocolate-dipped waffle cone.” I lick my lips, and I watch as Smith’s eyes follow the motion.
“That sounds good, yeah,” he says, clearing his throat and scratching his beard.
“Deja, time to go,” Garth says. He has been keeping his distance, and I gotta say, I’ve been enjoying it. Smith not only keeps rabid fans away, but pushy managers.
“Coming,” I reply and turn around and give Smith one more hug. “Thank you for being so good to me, Smith.”
He clears his throat and nods his head, but doesn’t reply. Just looks at me in confusion.
Drenched in Smith’s scent and with my ice cream motivation, I perform without incident. It’s after the show is over that I realize I’m completely fucked as I look up at Smith as his pupils are completely wide as he takes in my scent.
Chapter 9
IwantedtopickCami up and fuck her against the wall backstage as soon as she was done with her set. I’ve never in my life wanted someone so desperately as I craved her at that moment. The mix of her overwhelming strawberry shortcake scent intermingling with my own had my dick harder than a rock. The glistening shine of glitter and sweat that layers her perfect brown skin made me want to glide my tongue over every pore and crevice. I wanted to take her on stage and claim her as mine in front of thousands of people.
With the restraint of a thousand saints, I deeply exhale and clear the dirty thoughts from my head. When I first brought up the scent marking, I thought I would be doing Cami a favor. Now I’ve realized I’ve basically put my dick in a chastity cage and have completely messed everything up.
She needs my scent. I’ve watched how much it calms her down. What I shouldn’t notice is how it makes me feel. Her rolling around in my clothes and smelling like me does something to me I haven’t felt in years. Not since being rejected and realizing that having an Omega wouldn’t be in the cards for me.
I try not to dwell on the past, but it hits me right in the solar plexus at that moment. I wasn’t always against dating Omegas, and I certainly wasn’t always vehemently against pack life. I’ve been there, done that, and it wasn’t a fit for me. Never in my life had I wished that I could change myself more right nowfor her.
I heard what the doctor said. Cami needs a pack. She doesn’t need a single Alpha who doesn’t have the mental capacity to share. Well, doesn’t like to share on a daily basis on an emotional level. I think if I tried hard enough, I could share Cami sexually. But for her to divide her heart and time between multiple Alphas, I can’t handle it. I’ve never wanted to be such a less selfish prick than I do at this moment.
But that’s what I need to do. I can’t offer Cami what she needs, so I need to keep this strictly professional.
I clear my throat. “I don’t think we can go get ice cream with you smelling like that.”
She pants and inhales. “It’s okay, I’m tired anyway. Let’s just go back to the hotel.”
“All right, Franklin is out back.”
I try not to touch her, but I can’t help it as I put a palm on her back to guide her toward the exit. She doesn’t need me to touch her, or maybe she does. I’m basically a fill in pheromone bag until she finds a pack that suits her.
“Smith, are you all right?”
“Yeah, it’s just your scent is a lot right now.”
