“Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t leave you alone? Who knows what you could be up to?”
The pink on his cheeks grows stronger as I growl again.
“I just want some time to myself. I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re pretty intense for an alpha.”
He shoots off before I can reply, and I have to stride to keep up with him. It’s dawning on me that Luke could be as defenseless to this as I am.
Ollie went crazy when I first kissed her, and I still wonder if Luke would be the same. When I imagine kissing him, he always keeps that suave persona of his, that he’d be confident, cool, and even in charge.
The Luke hurrying away from me with his head down feels different. A rush of power goes through me at the thought that I might shake him up as much as he does with me.
I was patiently waiting to catch him in the act, but what if I made the first move?
The security footage of us drinking on the balcony is something else that’s convinced me. I can’t get rid of the sight of Luke rubbing his cheek against my chest, proving that he’s up to something.
I know Carys was upset when she found out an omega was scent marking me without permission, but this feels different.
It was too dark to see his expression in the video, but you don’t kiss someone’s forehead that tenderly unless you have feelings for them, I’m sure.
So what other tests can I do to find out what kind of effect I have on him?
From the way his slick smells, I wonder if I can just drag him back to the car and kiss him. But it’s completely in the other direction. We’d have to wade through the crowd, and I can’t wait that long.
By the time we’re at the honey stall, something has changed. The smirking Luke is back, chatting to the woman running it. I watch him closely to see if I can pick up on any signs that he’s aware of me, but nothing happens. Not that I’m the best person to judge if someone is attracted to them, considering I’ve only been in one long-term relationship. I never even dated in high school because I was so focused on hockey.
“We have some new honeys this season. I’m especially excited about the clover, avocado, and our classic lavender honey,” the woman says, holding up a jar that has the purple flower clearly stamped on it.
A ripple goes through me as Luke’s expression changes.
He reaches for it straight away, turning the jar around in his hands. “Can I have a sample of this?” he asks.
The woman hands Luke a small plastic spoon with a golden glob of honey on the end.
He brings it up to his nose, and I wish I could smell it to see what the hell was making him smile so happily.
I don’t want to admit I like the idea of him being obsessed with Kane’s scent. I wish I knew if they’ve met or if Luke has only heard about him through his sister.
Until I think about how I’ve returned from the rink after Kane has scent marked me, and my stomach drops.
Kane says for sure that Ollie is his scent match, but how does Luke feel every time he scents lavender on me?
He’s already lifting the spoon to his mouth by the time I snap out of it. I’m looking for ways to test Luke, and this is perfect. I don’t want him wound up over lavender, and it gives me an excuse to press myself against him.
I lean over him, my chest grazing his shoulders, and I love the way he gasps. I quickly suck the sticky liquid off the spoon, not giving him a chance to taste it.
He turns, his eyes widening as he loses his concentration again, and I’m sure I have him. His lips part, and he stares at me, frozen in place. The tension comes back, that tight feeling of potential that hangs there as I feed into his gaze.
Pressing close to him, I dip my head further, but he catches himself, and the shock seeps from his face, shifting back to mischief.
He smirks as he pulls the spoon back from me, and the little shit doesn’t miss a beat as he presses it into his mouth. His cheeks flush, sending need racing through me. The urge to grab him is getting harder to resist.
How can I say Luke doesn’t feel anything for me when he’s looking at me like that? Is it okay to push and ask him for something more when he sticks out his tongue, laughing as he pulls the spoon away to reveal his shining piercing beneath?
“That’s great,” he purrs before turning back to the stall owner. “It tastes fantastic; we’ll take a jar of the lavender.”
I step back because my cock is nearly on his ass, and it’s going to give me away.
As he pays for the honey and adds it to a bag on my arm, another thought shudders through me: has he tasted me before?
