My eyes go wide, my omega purring, nudging even closer to the surface after his softomega.
“I… It’s hot. I’ve been… running around all day. Really busy…” I trail off as he comes closer.
“Hmm, and I guess, after this morning with Syl, you’ve not had much time to sit down,” he says with a casual shrug. “Except on him.”
My eyes go wide. I swallow. “I— That’s not—” My cheeks burn.
He perches on the edge of my desk. I sink back in my chair.
“Not jealous at all, by the way,” he adds, brushing something off his knee before his gaze locks with mine. “Not like you’ve brushed off me and Val’s advances every time. I get it. Sylvan’s your favourite.”
My brows furrow. “Hey, that’s not true. I haven’t got a favourite.Andevery time you’ve tried something, there have been people in the building. Lots of people—”
“We’re alone now, omega.”
Fuck.
He leans down, our eyes almost level. “And I’m so desperate to smell thisperfectscent.”
The reminder of Sylvan’s reaction to my scent, how he breathed the wordperfectbefore begging to taste me…
My body’s reacting on its own, a cramp rippling through my stomach, deeper, lower, until I’m even hotter.
Even wetter.
Luc’s pupils explode, his fingers curling over the edge of the desk.
“Fuck.” He groans deep in his chest, eyes shut as he inhales. “Shit,” he hisses, gaze snapping to mine. “Baby, are you in heat?”
I squirm. “N-No.”
“Yeah? You sure?” His voice is lower. Eyes darker. “Because you smell fucking heavenly.” His words end in a rumble as he stands, placing his hands on the arms of mychair. “All hot and wet.” He licks his lips. “And your eyes.” He lowers. “Your pretty eyes have that glassy sheen. You’re panting a little—”
“I’m not panting,” I say, breathless. “It’s just… a little… heat spike.”
It’s like I’ve dropped all my clothes and bent over from the way Luc looks.
“A heat spike,” he repeats slowly. “Did Syl trigger it?”
“I… I don’t know. It says it takes twenty-four hours from the trigger… so maybe it was… Kaiden.” I swallow. “When he—”
“—barked,” he finishes, staring down at me like he’s about to lunge.
“Is it my turn, omega?” he purrs, while… dropping to his knees.
Ohgod.
That one action sends another flutter through my body.
I’m even wetter.
Hotter.
Luc groans, closing his eyes for a second. When they open again, they’re even darker, only a thin ring of brown holding on.
He pulls my chair closer, staring straight at me. On his knees.
“Bark.” His gritted-out command is enough.
