Pax and I exchange matching smirks. I always assumed when the surly fucker met someone he’d lose some of that shitty attitude, but he hasn’t even met her yet and he’s baking bread and worrying about her? This is going to be more fun than I thought. “I’ll goget a coffee and then come back so we can leave everything in front of her door. Sound good to you two?” Paxton asks enthusiastically.
We nod in unison, not moving as we watch him leave with an excited pep in his step.
I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I have to ask. “What are we going to do about Jude?”
Parker tenses, his back going ramrod straight. “Wearen’t going to do anything. Jude is going to fess up about what’s been going on with him and then he’s going to pull his head out of his ass or he’ll get left behind. It’s as simple as that.”
Discomfort swirls in my chest, and I know my scent is all burned sugar right now. The thought of my best friend not being in my pack makes me nauseous, but I also agree with Parker in that there’s definitely something going on that he isn’t telling us. And with our chance to finally have our scent matched omega to complete our pack it’s time he comes clean, whether he’s ready or not.
Leaving Parker with his loaf, I slip the omega’s note into my pocket and beeline to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. My cock is throbbing in my boxer briefs, and my thought about using her note to jack off with is entirely too tempting to resist.
I grab the note out of my pocket and shove my shorts and underwear down my legs, hands trembling with how turned on I am. That tantalizing scent of apples and honey fills my nostrils and makes my knot throb. Carefully unfolding the paper, I wrap it around my shaft and groan quietly. It doesn’t feel remotely like skin, but if I focus hard enough on her scent I can imagine the faceless omega is here with me.
My hips jerk forward, thrusting my aching cock into my fist. My mind runs wild, imagining what it would be like to lose my virginity to my scent matched omega. I circle my fingers around the ruddy head and stroke a thumb over my weeping slit as my other hand takes my knot in a vice grip.
I don’t stop, thrusting into my hand and kneading my knotuntil I’m panting, body shaking against the door desperate for release. A fresh waft of her scent reaches my nose, and that’s all it takes. I grunt, thick ropes of cum hitting the floor and dripping over the hand that still holds her note around my shaft.
A breathless chuckle escapes as satisfaction sluices through my body like warm molasses, but I hiss when I remove the paper and find a small cut just beneath the head of my dick.
The guyscan never find out I did this, but I was so right.
The paper cut was absolutely worth it.
I check my phone for the third time, worry creasing my brows as I shiver in the chilly autumn wind. Lainey was supposed to meet me at this coffee shop fifteen minutes ago, but she’s nowhere to be found. Just as I type in my password, determined to call and get proof of life, a text pops up.
Lainey
I am so so SO sorry, Posey. Something came up and I won’t make our coffee date. Raincheck? I promise I’ll explain later.
Part of me is disappointed, but a larger part of me is concerned. Being late has kind of been Lainey's thing since I met her, but it’s not like her to just bail. I’m sure she has a good reason.
Me
Girl it’s fine! Do you need anything?
Lainey
No but thank you. I might be out for a few days, so let’s plan to catch up when I get back?
Me
Of course. Missyou, Lainey Loo!
Lainey
Miss you back, Rosie Posey!
When I look up from my phone, my body freezes as my eyes land on one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. He is jaw-droppingly handsome. Light blond hair, piercing blue eyes, with a lean body and smooth stride that make me wonder if he’s a runway model or something. He’s wearing a deep green hoodie that complements his pale skin and eyes with light wash jeans that hug his thighs perfectly and a worn pair of white sneakers.
Saliva pools in my mouth, and the closer he gets to the spot where I’m standing, the more my mouth waters. I don’t understand why until the wind shifts and carries his scent to me.
He’s an alpha, and he smells like saltwater taffy.
A barely audible purr starts in my chest, startling me as I stare at the stranger with wide eyes. I’ve never made that sound before, but my omega is exceedingly pleased with herself and begging me to tackle this alpha so we can bury our nose in his throat. The way his scent has invaded my senses, wrapping them in a soothing yet sensual embrace, niggles at something in the back of my mind Mama told me years ago. But then he looks directly at me, and all thought flies right out of my brain.
Our eyes connect just as he trips over his own feet, barely catching himself on one of the unoccupied red metal chairs in front of the shop. I lurch forward without thinking, wrapping my hands around his forearm. “Are you okay?” My voice is breathless, but the purr has stopped, saving me from further mortification since I just practically accosted this strange alpha.
His nostrils are flaring, pupils dilating the longer we share space. His chest rattles with a gentle purr and he absentmindedly rubs a hand over his sternum like he’s confused. Afteranother deep breath, he clears his throat and looks away as a pink flush covers his cheeks. “I’m, um. I’m fine. Sorry about that.”
