I lean back, dragging a hand through my hair. “She’s a goddess. I’m hard as fuck just from kissing her, and if you assholes hadn’t shown up, I’d probably still be out there.”
“Holy shit,” Mason breathes.
“I’m telling you, she’s the one for us.” I can’t hide the hunger in my voice. “Her scent is driving me insane. It’s there, just faint, like something’s muting it. But what I can smell? It’s perfect. She’s perfect. I need more time with her. Need to figure out what’s going on with her scent and if she’s using some kind of blockers, but I keep thinking… she might be my scent match. If I could just get closer, get past whatever’s going on…”
“Then we figure it out,” Slater says, his voice like steel. “Spend more time with her. Get under whatever’s hiding that scent.”
It’s unlike him to take interest so fast, but Anita’s not just any Omega. She’s already under all our skin.
I recline in my seat, staring out the window at the town crawling by, white with snow and quiet with expectation.
But all I see is her.
I still taste her, feel the drag of her nails down my neck, hear her little gasp when I took her mouth like I owned it.
I’ll go feral if I don’t have her again.
And not just for a kiss this time.
I need all of her. Every inch. Every sound. Every fucking heartbeat.
She’s already mine.
11
ANITA
I’m up in my apartment, and I can’t stop grinning like an absolute idiot.
My heart is racing, and my mouth keeps stretching into this ridiculous smile I can’t control. And I’m actually purring, not to mention my panties are absolutely drenched. My lips feel swollen from his kisses, and I can’t get enough. Can’t stop touching them, remembering the way he kissed me like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning.
I collapse onto the couch, letting out a sound that’s half laugh, half moan.
He kisses like a god. Like he was put on this earth specifically to destroy me with his mouth.
And his scent. God, his scent.
Sandalwood and pine and molasses, but deeper than that. Richer. More complex. It wrapped around me completely when he pressed me against that door, and I swear I’ve never encountered anything like it.
Is this what a scent match feels like?
The thought sends a thrill through me, immediately followed by alarm bells clanging so loudly I can barely think.
What the hell am I doing?
I’m sitting here, an excited shiver racing down my spine and settling between my thighs, and all I can think about is him. How he looked at me, touched me, how I flirted and did absolutely nothing to stop it. In fact, I encouraged it.
I officially made my situation a billion times more complicated.
But then… if he’s my scent match, don’t I want to know?
“Fuck,” I whisper to the empty apartment.
This is such a risky path.
I had no intention of coming clean to these Alphas. The plan was simple: find evidence of Omegas being quietly pushed out, expose it if it exists, get out of town. Move on with my life.
How the hell do I do that if he’s my scent match? Especially when the thought of not seeing him again squeezes my chest so tightly I can’t breathe.
