Gingerly gripping her arm, I turn her to face me. “You don’t have a scent, little omega.”
Her eyes are trained on the floor. I use my index finger to lift her chin until our eyes meet. “I was there that day, little omega.”
Her eyes widen. “What are you talking about?”
“I know you awakened.”
That information I’ve kept to myself.
“You were there stalking me that day?”
“Yes, I had to put several alphas on their asses because they wanted a piece of my omega.”
Especially fucking Lionel.
“I’m not yours Sawyer.”
I lean in to rub my cheek along hers. “You’re my scent match. You smell like lavender, apples, and jasmine.”
She shivers against me.
“I want to taste your slick, Harper.”
She whines.
Yeah, she’s turned on.
Harper slips into class.
“Can’t escape me, omega,” I mutter.
I want to know why I can no longer smell her.
CHAPTER FIVE
HARPER
NEW FRIEND
Sawyer’s not playing fair.
The way he cornered me, so close I could feel the heat rolling off his body, left me shaken in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Desire coils low in my belly, slick pooling between my thighs. Thank goodness I’m wearing jeans. If I’d worn a skirt, there would’ve been no hiding it.
How can I come down from being turned on when he’s sitting beside me in class, wearing that smug grin that tells me he knows exactly what he did.
My eyes betray me, sliding over his muscled arms beneath a gray Greywood University sweatshirt.
Focus, Harper.
I haven’t forgiven Sawyer, not really, but the way he stalks me, the way he refuses to keep his distance, tells me he can’t let me go either.
And damn it… he caught my scent.
That day was total chaos. I’m happy he didn’t approach me while I tried to control my scent.
Gosh, he just rubbed his scent on my skin again and it’s wafting up my nose. I’d love to take his sweatshirt to my dorm room so I can sleep with it.
Musk, vanilla, and caramel bring me comfort.
