Sloane goes down hard. “Oh fuck,” he squeaks, the air knocked out of his lungs.
Lexi spins around and bolts out of the alley.
I don’t follow, even though everything inside me screams to go after her and never let her go.
“I think I’m dying.” He’s on the ground in the fetal position, his hands cupping his cock. He looks up at me, pain swimming in his eyes, but still manages to smile. “I also think I just came in my pants.
“What?” I gape at him.
“And I think I’m in love.”
“She just kneed you in the balls,” I scowl.
“I know,” he laughs. “It was so fucking hot.”
“Get up, you crazy bastard,” I growl, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and yanking him to his feet.
“You’ve fucked up.” Sloane laughs like a madman. “Real bad, baby.”
“I know,” I grunt. “Don’t fucking rub it in.”
“No,” he laughs harder, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. That’s Lexi.”
“I know.”
“That’s fucking Lexi.” He’s grinning like someone who should be locked up.
“How hard did she hit you? Did you hit your head when you fell to the ground? Because I think you lost a few brain cells.”
“That’s Lexi, Aiden!” He grabs my shoulders, shaking me.
“I fucking know. Shut up.”
“And...” he gets in my face. “Our fucking scent match.”
“What? What the fuck are you going on about?”
“Didn’t you smell her? Fucking hell, Aiden. Peaches and cream. My mouth is watering, cock leaking. She smells like heaven. Our sweet little Omega.”
“She’s your scent match?” I whisper in disbelief, heart breaking.
“Not just mine. Ours,” Sloane says.
“No.” I shake my head. “I didn’t get the feeling.”
He rolls his eyes. “Probably because the face of hot chocolate is masking it.” He chuckles, then the fucker licks up the side of my face. “Yum, caramel.”
“Stop licking me like a damn dog and tell me what you mean? How do you know she’s my scent match?”
“Because...” He shrugs. “I saw the look in her eyes when she realized I was her scent match. But just before you said her name, I felt her body tense. I’m going to guess that's when it clicked for her.”
“You can’t be sure.” I shake my head, running my hands through my hair, cringing when I feel it’s wet and sticky.
“Here.” He grabs me by the back of my head and shoves me down, pressing my face into his chest. “Sniff.”
“Sloane!” I growl.
“Smell me, fucker!” he barks.
