Page 125 of Chosen Beta

Right.She’s been sitting her with Shadow right beside her, breathing in his extra potent perfume all morning. There’s no way in hell she isn’t wet right now.

I take in a slow, deep breath. My own desire sinks in harder when I breathe in that spicy-sweet scent on the air. It’s an aphrodisiac made specifically to arouse Shadow’s mates.

We both belong to him, and to each other.

My body feels like it’s vibrating with need as I gaze back at Lana.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.

I know that much, and I can’t seem to make myself care.

I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on her, and I know she wants it, too.

“Shadow’s perfume,” I find myself muttering, not letting go of her hand.

I’m torn between what I want, and what my pack expects of me.

“It smells so good,” she moans softly. “I had no idea an Omega’s perfume could be so … arousing.”

I take in another deep breath. Shadow’s scent is fading slowly, but it’s definitely fading.

All I need to do is hold myself together for a little bit longer.

“It’ll pass,” I assure her, my free arm moving around her back to hold her.

It’s meant to be a reassuring hug, but she moves closer, and my cock turns to solid steel inside my jeans. Pressed up against each other like this, bodies affected by Shadow’s scent, I don’t think we stand a chance.

“It will?” she asks, her tone downbeat.

It’s so damn tempting to believe she’s also feeling the connection that exists between us.

Shadow’s perfume can affect strangers, for sure, but it doesn’t hit the same way.

She’s getting the full-strength doze that I get from him, because she’s meant to be his, too.

“It’s fading already.”

“Damn,” she murmurs.

If she gives one more indication that she wants this as much as I do, it’s going to be impossible to let her go without at least moving in for a kiss, and the way we’re both feeling right now, I doubt a kiss would be where we would stop.

“You feel so good,” I admit, stroking her back.

She pushes up against me, and whispers close to my ear, “I feel even better without clothes.”

Oh, fuck.

She moves back slowly, and I have no damn idea if I’m about to make a good decision, or a terrible choice.

I can’t pretend we’re not meant to be together.

“I’ll bet you do,” I murmur, making her smile.

I let go of her hand, leaving it resting on my chest to run a hand through her dark hair before I lean in to press my hungry mouth to her lips. She kisses back immediately, the hand on my chest slipping down and around my waist to keep me close.

Her body fills with tension as I slowly prise those full lips apart, working them open with my mouth. I’m rewarded with the gentlest flick of her tongue against mine.

She relaxes gradually as we stand there, kissing and groping, desperate but gentle.

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