Now that the other four alphas have left, and it’s just the two of us, I can tell that the eucalyptus scent that caught my attention earlier is coming from this mystery man. The new fighting dog.
I can’t help but take a deep sniff, his scent washing over me like a soothing balm. The trembling that hadn’t gone away yet subsides.
His sharp gaze doesn’t miss the way my shoulders relax.
Oh wow. He smellsdelicious.
My strawberry shortcake perfume sweetens as it swirls in the air around us, almost like it wants to dance around and mix with his scent. I have the strangest impulse to make my way over to him and rub my face into his neck.
A low growl fills the air between us, making my gaze focus back on him.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low. “You’re playing with fire right now.”
“Wh—what?”
“Your perfume,” he grits out. “It’s driving me crazy here.”
His expression looks... hungry as he stares at me. My lower belly does a strange flip before I shake my head.
“O—Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, quickly trying to tamp down all my emotions.
But as my gaze trails down his body, it’s really,reallyhard to get my head on straight.
Not only is this man massive, but since he’s only wearing a pair of skintight boxer briefs, I can see the outline ofeverything.
Every hard plane of muscle, marred by bruises and welts from those scary-looking cattle prods. Every movement and flex of said muscles. Every twitch of something… more underneath his boxer briefs.
Oh. Oh my god.
He’s massive. And growing progressively harder, if the movement in his boxers is any indication.
My perfume explodes out of me as the anaconda hiding behind a single layer of fabric practically waves at me.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath.
“I—I’m sorry!” I squeak out, spinning awkwardly on my ass so I’m facing away from him.
The growl that leaves his chest makes my shoulders stiffen. It’s loud and almost angry-sounding.
When my perfume instantly sours, the growl stops, almost like he cut it off.
“Turn back around,” he grits out slowly. “Please.”
I do as he says, slowly turning back so I’m facing him.
“Sorry, I just—“ he shakes his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you there. Just don’t turn your back on me like that, okay?”
“Oh, okay,” I say softly, swallowing hard. “Why?”
“It makes me want to chase you. Like prey,” he mumbles, glancing away from me. “The fuckers in charge of this place have been injecting me with a bunch of drugs. I think they’re supposed to make me fight better, but they’ve been driving me crazy. It’s like all my alpha senses are going fucking haywire all the time.”
“Oh.”
“You say that a lot, huh?”
“Should I not?” I ask, my eyes going wide.
“No, no, calm down. It was just an observation.” He pauses fora split second as if he’s contemplating whether he should say something before shrugging his shoulders. “I think it’s cute.”
