But he wasn’t just a red square. He was a red square that smelled fuckingincredible, like walking into a candle store except all the scents were of him and no employees were hassling me to try a sample. Except if I was offered a sample of Remington, I wouldn’t refuse.
I bit my lip. Something buzzed inside me, like a horny cicada in my skin. Then came the mortified feeling of my cock getting even harder.
Nope. I thought un-sexy thoughts and got my mind as far away from Remington as possible.
Though, when he was walkingrightin front of me and letting his heat scent trail directly into my nose, it was pretty goddamn difficult.
When Remington gasped, I perked up. I immediately saw what he was looking at—a rundown old cabin in the distance. In other words, a remnant of civilization. It wasn’t exactly what we were looking for, but maybe we could scavenge something useful.
My hopes were soon dashed. The place was busted. The roof was missing tiles and had a big hole in it, and the front door was barely sitting on the hinges. Dust blanketed everything inside and it looked like wild animals had scrounged any remaining things in the pantry.
“Lovely piece of real estate,” I commented.
Remington snorted, then coughed because of the dust. “This must be the cabin Red mentioned a while back. It’s not technicallysupposedto be here in the first place, but since it’s here, we may as well see what we can find.”
A prickle of jealousy ran through me. “Who’s Red?”
Remington glanced at me. Discovering the cabin seemed to have relaxed the mood after the unfortunately horny incident earlier, so he was no longer avoiding me. “He’s a fox shifter. A friend from my pack.”
I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out: “Just a friend?”
Remington let out a half-laugh. “Yeah. No offense to him, but I’d rather lick the dust off this table than be involved with him romantically.”
That gave me a mood boost, which felt silly but I didn’t care. Knowing Remington wasn’t involved with some guy I didn’t know was a massive relief, for some reason.
“If it makes you feel better,” Remington went on, “I’m only interested in alphas, and I’m not surewhatRed is. He’s kind of a walking mystery.”
“Oh?” I said, unconsciously puffing out my chest a little. “Well, I am definitely an alpha. It’s been confirmed… by sources.”
That made Remington grin. “Good to know your biological status as an alpha has been peer-reviewed.”
I scratched the back of my head. “I mean, I don’t know how else it works. No one gave me official alpha papers or anything. Your pack just kind of told me. How else do you figure it out?”
“Well, um. Mostly you can smell it. You smell like pure alpha to me. And it depends on the shifter, but usually alphas have some kind of…” He trailed off and his cheeks burned pink again.
I had no idea what he was talking about. “Some kind of what?” I asked.
Remington avoided my eye. “It sounds stupid to say it out loud. Usually people just know these things.”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I don’t, so tell me. I’m here to learn.”
“Um. How do I even say this?” Remington mumbled. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut. “Depending on their shifter animal species, alphas usually have a… natural, biological… penis accessory. To help them mate. With omegas.”
I started laughing, which made Remington glare at me. I stopped laughing. “What?”
“Why is that funny?” he asked.
“Oh. Wait, you weren’t joking?”
“No.”
My jaw hung open, then the ridiculous of the situation hit me and I started laughing again. Just as I was worrying I’d offended Remington, his face cracked and he laughed too. When the peals ended, I wiped a tear from my eye.
“Sorry. I really had to get that out,” I said. “Good to know alphas have natural, biological penis accessories.”
Remington’s face was bright with humor. “Yes. Now you know, at least.”
“Wait a sec. What if Idon’thave one?” I demanded, suddenly horrified at my lack of accessory in recent memory.
