Rory
We walk all day, and I watch her. I know I should look away, but I caught that scent of her when I saved her from falling. Truthfully, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. The suppressant patches mask it, but now I’ve smelled it, I keep searching for it. I know what this is. I’m knot struck. They say that the scent of your scent match obliterates all thought.
I miscalculated badly.
I’ve never looked at another person the way I’m looking at her. The way her hair curls around her neck, damp with sweat, the toned and firm curve of her calf muscle, the long and capable fingers with their short, practical nails.
Every damn thing about her is drawing me in, and I can’t look away from this train wreck. I want to press my lips to that spot just behind her ear, track my tongue down her neck, and find all the spots that make her whine and soak those ugly khaki shorts in slick.
I’m fantasizing about rutting against those hideous shorts every second I’m on this path behind her, staring at the luscious curves of her perfect ass, torturing myself.
This is out of hand. I need an intervention.
I need her, in the worst way. Or at least a couple of minutes in the bushes with Vale’s mouth.
I groan, just thinking about it has me getting hard again. Bonnie turns, and I dive off the trail.
“Going to hit the head,” I mutter in frustration.
She calls out something, but I ignore her. Once I’m sure I’m far enough away, I spin and pace, raking my fingers through my hair and trying like hell to find some of the control I knew I had before I sniffed the blasted omega’s neck.
“You all right?”
I whirl to Vale. “Get on your knees.”
His eyebrows pop up. “No.”
I approach him and grab his red hair, yanking him down with one hand, while I fish out my throbbing cock with the other. “Get on your knees for me please, Alpha.”
He growls, but when I thrust my hard cock into his mouth, the sound is muffled.
“What’s going-oh. Right. Are we stopping for one of those breaks?” Kota scoffs.
“Shut. Up,” I hiss and thrust into Vale’s mouth, harder and faster, ignoring him gagging and choking on my cock.
“Are you trying to kill him?” Kota asks.
I grip his hair and pull his face to my groin. “You should have let me stay home. I got a whiff of her scent, Vale. She’s so fucking pretty, I want to fuck her pussy until she screams, drown in her slick as she rides my face. Peanut. Butter. Cookies,” I grind out each word with a thrust.
“Oh, hell,” Kota whispers.
“You know how much I love them. I have no restraint, no control. I want her so bad, but I can’t have her, so you’re going to take my cock and take all of me until I’m no longer at risk of rutting against her leg like a dog.”
“Whoa, I hate to interrupt, but let's not knot his mouth, okay,” Kota says in amusement.
I blink, startled to see Vale almost impaled on my knot.
“Fuck!”
I pull back just in time, but rope after rope of cum shoots onto his face, more than I’ve ever sprayed before. I feel no regrets, just deep satisfaction. She’ll be able to smell what I’ve done to him.
Vale stands up and glares at me. “You’re a dick, Rory.”
I shrug. “I’m not hard, though.”
He growls and grabs his water bottle and washes his face off.
There’s a small meep of sound. We all freeze. I turn and find her staring at us with huge eyes. Her gaze flicks down to where my damn cock, which was satisfied, starts to fill with blood and rise to say hello.
