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The shirt is giant on me, and I’ll deny that it’s Augustine’s if ever asked, but it’s comfortable.

Even if I can’t smell it.

Chapter Two

AUGUSTINE

Cerenity is asleep on the other side of my wall, and I’m slowly dying inside. She has no idea what she does to me with her dirty winks and take no shit attitude.

Watching her beat the fuck out of Arthur Bailey for being an impertinent snot was so damn sexy, and I’ve been rock hard ever since. Her bright blue eyes are sharp, but only soften for me, because I’m her best friend.

When I met her at a dating mixer six years ago, I was lonely and looking for a distraction. My best friend at the time taunted me into it after I lost a stupid dare, but I never imagined I’d meet my scent match that day.

I was in shock when I scared off the alphas pressuring Cerenity to choose them.

I didn’t want to be something I forced on her, and when she didn’t react to me at all outside of a bright smile and gratitude, I decided to keep quiet and let it ride.

My best friend has been through hell, and has an aversion to every alpha male or female except for me. Her mother was abused in ways she won’t fully tell me about, but I have a private investigator looking for Pack Cockburn to pay them a visit one day.

I am capable of violence and it usually comes attached to the name Cerenity.

Now, it’s been six years since the day I found out she’s my scent match, and I’ve been silently pining. We work closely together at the club, we live together, spend our down time with each other as well.

I’m an obsessed alpha, even down to knowing when her heats are scheduled to come, so I can take care of her as much as she’ll allow me to.

I’m already beginning to stock her mini fridge with snacks and drinks for this upcoming week, and it kills me to know she’ll kick me out to sleep on Gabriel’s sofa. Funny enough, I have kept in touch with the beta I lost a bet with six years ago, that led to meeting Cerenity.

He thinks I should tell her, because it may make a difference if I do. Maybe she’ll let me in, since she trusts me and knows who I truly am. There have been many nights where she’s fallen asleep watching a movie with me, or lets herself be cuddled, and I torture myself as I breathe in her apple pie scent.

She smells like mine, but what if I tell her and I lose her?

Cerenity uses her alpha blocker nasal spray obsessively, even though it’s the strongest on the market. She gets it from a black market source she trusts, and won’t tell me who it is. Even as close as we are, there are still so many secrets we are each keeping.

Groaning, I throw my head back, my nose flooded with the phantom scent of my girl. I don’t care if I only call her this in my mind, she’s mine.

Apple fucking pie, that’s what she smells like. Shoving down my basketball shorts, I stare down at my pierced cock as if it offends me. It’s something I did when I was eighteen on a whim and Gabe went with me.

The Jacob’s ladder runs down the underside of my cock, with a piercing at the tip as well. Dancing with Cere was the beginning of my disastrous spiral tonight, but getting to touch her as we spent the aggressive energy while sparring sealed my damn fate.

The crown of my cock is weeping, making me curse our thin walls. If it was up to me, we’d buy a house together, but she wants to wait as she says she wants me to have a chance to find my scent match before we start playing house together.

God, the damn irony is not lost on me at all.

“Fuck me,” I rasp, wrapping my large hand around my dick. I know I did this all to myself, my chickens are coming home to roost, and I fucking hate it.

My eyes cross as I envision Cere beating the fuck out of Arthur, gasping as I stroke my shaft. My pre-cum provides the perfect lubricant as I tighten my fist, my hips thrusting into the tight hole.

I imagine how lucky I would be to fuck Cerenity’s tight pussy, maybe even be her first. My breaths get thready and my chest tightens as I get closer to my illicit release.

I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, she doesn’t know how I feel, but my heart and cock want her. I can see her beautiful blue eyes tearing up as she choked on my knot, my words spurring her on as I tell her how proud I am of her.

“Goddamn, Sweetheart,” I growl, my vision beginning to dim around the edges. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay quiet for much longer, because my imagination is running rampant with things I wish could happen in the future.

Cere riding my cock, joining a pack with me, oh… Her stomach growing round with our child as she accepts that we can write our own destiny.

Biting down on my shoulder, I attempt to muffle my growing roar as my balls draw up and my cock twitches. The cool piercings all down the underside of my shaft increase the pleasure as I rock my hand up and down them slowly.

God, Cere is a hellcat on a daily basis, I know she would blow my mind in bed. We’ve seen each other naked on occasion, usually after a thunderstorm where I’ll yank my clothes off with abandon on the way to a warm shower, or by accident when it comes to her. While she’s not shy, my girl is careful of boundaries when it comes to walking around naked.

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