I can’t let her leave, not yet, not when every fiber of my being is screaming at me to claim her, to taste her, to discover if she’s as sweet as her beautiful scent.
“Francine, wait,” I hear myself say, my voice rough with desire.
She turns to me, eyes wide and plump red lips slightly parted. She looks so cute. Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, and it’s almost more than I can bear.
My cock throbs insistently, demanding to claim her.
“Is there... something else you need?” she says quietly as more of her scent covers me.
The innocent question sends blood rushing to my groin.
Yes, there’s something else I fuckin’ need. I need her bent over my bed, as I bury my face between her thighs. I need to taste her open pussy and for her slick to drench my tongue. I need tosink my dick deep inside her and knot her tight, filling her with my seed until she’s crying my name, barefoot and pregnant.
Breathing hard, I force myself to release my grip on her arm. I’m not ready to break the connection between us.
“Your stockings,” I say, my gaze dropping to her legs. “They’re beautiful.”
She looks down, blushing and at a loss for words. Her white stockings cling to her shapely legs, disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. The contrast of the crisp white fabric against her creamy skin is mesmerizing. I imagine running my hands up those long legs, cupping her ass.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, shifting her weight slightly. The movement causes her dress to sway, offering a fleeting glimpse of where her stockings meet her thighs. My mouth goes dry.
She’s tall for an omega, but still delicately built compared to my alpha frame. Her slender neck, her delicate wrists, her narrow waist scream vulnerability, awakening my most primal instincts to protect, to possess, to dominate.
And her scent.Holy fuck, her scent.
Her scent blockers aren’t working right now at all. I can clearly smell her natural cherry blossom scent breaking through, betraying how horny she is. It’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever smelled.
The alpha in me wants to pin her against the wall, tear away those pristine stockings, and bury my face in her pussy until she’s screaming.
Until she’s squirting all over my face. Until she’s mine.
I take a step closer, drawn by a force I can’t resist.
Her cherry blossom scent grows stronger, headier, as though her body is responding to how close I am. She’s getting hornier. My nostrils flare as I inhale deeply, letting her essence fill my lungs.
She’s intoxicating. Addictive.
“Your scent,” I murmur, leaning in until my lips nearly brush her ear. “It’s breaking through the blockers. Did you know that?”
“I applied them thoroughly after my shower. I followed all the instructions.”
“Some omegas are like that, I heard,” I explain, forcing my academic side to take control. “Their natural scent is too potent for commercial blockers to fully suppress. Especially when they’re... aroused.”
Her breath catches at the last word, and the scent of her slick intensifies, confirming my observation. My cock twitches in response, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to maintain my composure.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” she asks, clearly trying to redirect the conversation away from my curiosity about her. But the slight tremor in her voice gives her away.
I should say no. I should let her go and listen to Kieran. But the alpha in me growls at the thought of releasing this perfect omega who smells like she was made for me. For our pack.
“Actually,” I say slowly, wondering if this is a fucking bad idea. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something.”
Her eyes dart to my bandaged hand. “Your injury? Do you need help changing the bandage?”
“No, not that,” I say, gesturing toward the still-open drawer with its colorful array of toys. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to try one. To test it.”
Her eyes widen, lips parting in shock. For a moment, I think I’ve gone too far, that she’ll bolt from the room. But she remains rooted in place, her gaze flicking between my face and the drawer.
“You want me to... test a sex toy?” she asks, her voice higher than usual.
