As much as I love Tae like a brother, I’m using all of my self-control not to pummel my clenched fists into that perfect fucking face of his. He fucked my omega! He felt her lips on his! Her pussy drenched his cock! Fury boils through my blood at my ingrained urge to claim her. To make sure no one else can ever scent or touch her again.
My eyes sweep over the kitchen, homing in on her discarded panties on the floor. She notices me looking at them and quickly grabs them, stuffing them into her cardigan pocket before she meets my gaze for the first time since we last saw each other.
Meeting her gaze makes my knees almost buckle. Shock momentarily rattles through me before the memories flood back—her cute smile, the way she arched her back as pleasure rockedthrough her, the sound of her moans which still haunt my dreams...
I gave her my fucking soul that weekend—not that she knows it—and now she’s looking at me like she can’t wait to get away.
She shuffles from foot to foot. There’s angst etched into her features, a heaviness in her shoulders that wasn’t previously there the last time I saw her. She also has a look I recognize all too well because it’s the same one I’ve seen in the mirror every day since I left her: pain. Even though we never bonded, being ripped away from your scent match causes a physical ache I can’t describe.
Although I left in order to protect her, I’m sure I subjected her to the same pain. Realizing this has guilt compressing my lungs, squeezing my heart and making it hard to breathe.
She’s even more stunning than I remember. Seeing her in that adorable outfit makes me want to cuddle her while simultaneously wanting to tear it off and explore the delicious curves that I know are underneath and taste her sweet slick that’s my personal kryptonite.
I was right. Right about it all. Nothing about my feelings for her were fake or clouded by helping her through heat or whatever lame excuses I’ve been telling myself since I left her.
She’s mine.
My scent match.
Being around her again, there’s no denying it. I inhale sharply, unable to resist. Her sweet apple smell turns tarter and more caramelized, the buttery scent burnt.
“You two know each other?” Her lip curls in revulsion.
The way Tae peers at me, I can tell he wants me to tell her who we are to each other. His mouth contorts, like he’s wrestling to stay silent.
“Yes, we know each other,” I finally answer her question, my eyes never leaving hers.
She folds her arms across her body. “How?”
“Tae is my packmate,” I confess.
Tae’s shoulders sag in relief. Obviously he didn’t want to lie to her.
“So this was all a trick.” Her voice is monotone, utterly devoid of emotion. “Hurting me once wasn’t bad enough, so you had to get your packmate to take me out on a date too? I thought…” Her guard drops for a second, eyes misting over before blinking rapidly. “What I thought doesn’t matter.”
“Wait!” Tae looks between us in confusion. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yes,” I reply as she says, “No.”
“Delilah—”
“No!” She holds up her hand to silence me. “I think I’m done. With both of you.”
She snatches her purse up from the counter then turns to leave. Her scent leaves a trail behind her, providing a stark reminder that she’s not wearing any panties.
I grab her wrist. “Can we just talk?”
She whips around, the feel of her skin sending an electric shock ricocheting through me. My teeth tingle, overcome with the urge to sink them into her soft brown skin to mark her as mine. She feels it too. I can tell from the way her lips part in a breathy gasp. How can she not?
She wrenches her arm back and hisses, “Don’t touch me.”
Shit. I need to calm down before I scare her away.
“Please.” I implore her with my eyes, hoping she can feel my sincerity. “One conversation. That’s all I ask.”
“You don’t get to ask me for anything.” Her coldness is so jarring, I can’t hold back the shiver that darts through me. “Not anymore.”
“What am I missing?” Tae is still oblivious. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, Jag?”
