Page 35 of Talk About… Rivalry

“Damn,” she managed to choke out. “If you fuck as good as you eat pussy, this will be a memory to last me for years.”

That was a challenge if I ever heard one.

“On your hands and knees, omega,” I demanded. My voice was rough now, full of gravel. She shivered but flipped over for me, pushing her face into the mattress and presenting for me like a good, little omega.

It was my turn to groan at the sight. She was letting go completely, no signs of her earlier distress in sight.

I just hoped she didn’t regret me in the morning.

She let out soft pleas as I moved behind her, siding on the condom and running the head of my cock over her wet slit, gathering her slick before pushing inside. I was big so I took it slow, filling her inch by inch until she was panting and begging openly now.

“Alpha, please, fuck me, I can’t take it,” she whimpered, shoving back against me as she spoke. My fingers dug into her hips as I lifted her up and pulled back, just to slam forwardagain. She loved it hard and fast if her sounds were any indication. The more I consumed her, the more she begged for.

This gorgeous omega was insatiable.

I was so turned on that my knot started to grow almost the moment I sunk inside her wet heat. Now it was pushing her further. She took me easily, there was no whining or begging me to stop like I’d had before. No, Sidney took me as if she were made for me.

Again, I couldn’t help but wonder about her scent. I wanted the full picture of this omega and maybe part of me was curious that there was more going on here, that she wasn’t just a good fit, buttheperfect fit.

My body tensed as my own release pushed through me in a violent wave, making my hands shake and my muscles tighten painfully. It started low in my stomach before sinking through my veins and dropping right to my balls. This wasn’t a build up—but an all out assault on my senses.

I barely remembered to bring her with me, reaching around and teasing her slick-covered clit until she was exploding on me, her pussy clenching around me as her cries filled the air. For a brief second, right as I filled the condom with my own release, I caught something.

The scent was so quick and subtle, a brief burst before it was gone again, but it waspotent.

A burst of fresh mountain air, a hint of earthy moss, the floral sweet notes of jasmine, and finishing with rich, woody and fruity scent of fig.

My pulse pounded harder and my alpha lurched forward, demanding a deeper breath, but there was no more of the gorgeous scent to be found.

There was one thing I knew for sure, and that was: this omega was mine.

This was not going to be a one and done connection like I thought.

Sidney passed out nearly the moment my knot deflated, but I couldn’t follow despite the exhaustion that lingered at the edges of my vision. My eyes were locked on the brunette goddess in my bed.

I leaned in, knowing damn well it was creepy, and ran my neck over her shoulder and neck, down her spine, then pulling away.

There was nothing.

Was I mistaken?

It was such a strange thing, the first I’d encountered and I was not a stranger to hooking up like this.

My mind was a mess with possibilities as I disposed of the condom. As I threw it away I was hit with the scent again, clinging to the rubber. As it dropped into the trash can I knew that this was it.

I found a mate.

But if she was, why hadn’t she reacted to my own scent? Even at the bar, sitting side by side and walking home shoulder to shoulder, she gave nothing away.

Either this omega was a very good actress, we weren’t actually matches, or there was something more going on here.

As her soft, sleepy sighs filled the air, I grabbed my phone and searched the possibilities of an omega not having her own scent or being able to scent her mates.

There were a few random articles about the impossibly low percentage of cases of that happening, and generally it was reversed eventually, triggered during heat or while knotting a mate.

Could that be the case? Was it a mix of her stressful night and letting go with me, coming on my knot, that triggered a burst of her own hidden perfume?

I scrubbed a hand over my face. Fuck, I was overthinking this. She was right there, scentless, even after all that.

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