“Sylvan,” I reprimand lightly.
He sighs, eyes closing as his forehead falls back to mine.
“Sorry,” he says, then breathes.
And breathes.
Then stills.
Those dark blue eyes sweep up to mine. “Your scent.”
Oh fuck.
Even with the de-scenters pumping throughout the building, there’s no escaping the fact that his lap is drenched in my arousal.
My scent won’t be as potent, but it’s enough.
I guess it’s better we find out now if our scents are compatible.
His gaze stays locked; he doesn’t move. My body tenses, bracing for his response—
He pushes me back, not hard, but insistent, forcing me to stand.
My heart sinks.
He doesn’t like it.
Hatesit.
Can’t get away from me quick enough.
My eyes start to sting as I step back—
He grabs the back of my thighs, dragging me forward until his nose pushes through my dress, right against my pussy.
Through the thin material and damp underwear, his nose nuzzles my clit. I moan, my hands falling to his hair as his slip under my dress and tease down my underwear until they fall to my ankles.
He breathes in deeply. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs against me, staring up with stormy eyes.
Sylvan doesn’t lie, and he thinks my scent isperfect.
My omega ruffles herself, smug and hot and...
My god,whatis that smell?
“Is that...” I groan. “That’syourscent?”
Crisp. Peppery. Sylvan smells like ripe juniper berries, threaded with a hint of spice, all wrapped in a cleansing chill of fresh snow.
“I swear I have a candle just like that at home,” I murmur.
His soft laughter rumbles through me, his mouth so close.
I don’t think I’ve heard Sylvan laugh before, and I’m suddenly feeling much wetter.
“Let me taste you, Revea.” He’s still staring up at me, his fingers inching inwards once more. “Please, omega. I’ve never scented anything like you, never wanted something so bad. I’ll do anything.” One hand inches my dress up. “Please, just one taste—”
Loud buzzing erupts from his pants. I flinch, he lets go, and I’m finally able to break free of Sylvan’s seduction.
