A whimper leaves him when I do it again.
“I won’t turn around because I want to see you when I come.”
His mouth parts, and he gasps. I reach behind him and cup his ass, grinding him against me.
“Look at me,” I say. “Look. At. Me.”
His eyes meet mine, and his fingers curl against my shoulders.
Those different-colored irises positively glow, and I lean my head down, tucking my face into his neck. It’s potent—something I forgot I needed until now. No wonder I lost it in the woods during the Heat Hunt. His scent makes me feral.
I inhale the sweetness, listening to the moans he makes, the way his heart thrums against my lips.
“Whoever told you they were tired of your scent is a fucking idiot. You smell amazing,” I pant, my body rocking against his. “I could live inside of it.”
“Oh gods, Glenn,” he moans, and the sound of my name on his lips pushes me over the edge.
I come hard. My hips jerk as I groan loudly against his skin, my body trembling.
His breathing is shaky as I slowly let him go, feeling my release dripping down my thighs. Everything is hazy, my vision slowly coming back to normal as I suck in air.
I rutted against my boss.
I took him and used him. The exact thing he doesn’t want, doesn’t like.
“Knotting hell,” I murmur, backing up a step.
His scent still lingers, heady and thick. I scrub a hand down my face to collect myself. Thank fuck he wasn’t actually in heat or we’d be in trouble. The men walking in to see me knottinghim would not go over well. Luckily, that wasn’t the case. Just a misuse of pressure points, it seems.
We stare at each other, and I watch as Arbor’s chest heaves up and down.
“I can’t believe that happened at work. If Jericho finds out…”
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “He won’t. This stays between us. No one needs to know.”
His nostrils flare. “Well, that’s easy for you to say. You don’t have slick to contend with.”
He’s almost hysterical now, clearly not seeing that he started this in the first place. If he hadn’t tried to fix me earlier, we wouldn’t be here. Not that I tell him that. No, I don’t think he’d appreciate that at all.
“Yeah, well, I have a load of my cum in my pants, so maybe that will overpower your scent.”
He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “No,Glenn. Your cum won’t overpower my slick because all the men out there are alphas. They will clock what I’m feeling because I’m an omega, and you horny fuckers can’t help yourselves!”
He’s getting desperate now, mean even, so I cut him off. I step forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Fixing this.”
“How? How the fuck do you fix this?”
“Better than whatever you tried. We’ll clean ourselves up and then open some windows and air the place out. The purifiers will do the rest.”
“Easy for you to say,” he grumbles, but he lets me pull him into the bathroom and close the door. Here, his scent is almost overwhelming, making my already spent dick rally. Whoever said they didn’t like how he smelled is missing the fuck out.
I grab a handful of paper towels and hand him some.
He stares at them and then sighs.
