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Would she be shy? Would she gasp when she saw how big I am? Would she want to taste me?
My head falls back against the wall as I increase the pace. Her scent seems stronger now, like it's seeping through the walls. Surrounding me completely.
I bite back a groan as I twist my wrist, thumb spreading the moisture leaking from my tip. So good, but not good enough. Nothing will be good enough except burying myself inside her tight heat and claiming her properly.
That's when her scent spikes.
Fresh arousal. Sharp and sweet and so fucking intoxicating I nearly come on the spot.
She's touching herself. Right now, in the next room, Daisy is learning what pleasure feels like.
The knowledge makes me stroke faster, rougher. I want to go to her. I want to show her exactly how good I can make her feel. I want to replace her innocent fingers with my mouth, my hands, my cock.
"Dante?"
My eyes snap open. She's here. Standing in the doorway, dark eyes wide as she takes in the sight of me.
I should stop. Should cover myself. Should send her away and pretend this never happened.
Instead, I hold her gaze and keep stroking.
Chapter 20
Daisy
Ican smell him through the door.
His scent has been calling to me all evening, but now it's different. Darker. Richer. All that honey and clove but with something new underneath that makes my core clench and wetness gather between my thighs despite the suppressants I took this morning.
I should go back to the cards. Should give him privacy. Should pretend I don't know what's happening in there.
But I can't stop thinking about the way he looked at me when our hands touched. The hunger in his eyes. The way his voice went rough when he said my name.
My fingers still burn where they pressed against his palm. Such a simple touch, but it felt like everything. Like something I didn't know I was missing.
He's been gone for ten minutes, and instead of his scent fading, it keeps getting stronger. More intoxicating. Like it's working its way through the walls and into my lungs until I can barely think straight.
My hands shake as I try to focus on the Uno cards scattered across the bed where we left them. But all I can think about isthe way he looked at me during our game. The way he said he remembered everything about my first presentation. The way he said my scent cut through all those blockers and made his alpha take notice.
There's something building inside me that the suppressants can't quite silence. A restless energy that makes my skin feel too tight and my body too warm.
The bathroom door doesn't have a lock. I noticed that earlier when August mentioned something about motel safety regulations. Most of these places don't have locks on the inner doors.
I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. Good omegas don't spy on alphas. Good omegas certainly don't think about... about whatever it is I'm thinking about.
But I'm not a good omega anymore, am I? I'm free from my uncle. From the pack he chose for me. I'm here because I chose to be, and for the first time in my life, that feels like power instead of submission.
My feet move without permission, carrying me toward the bathroom door. Just to check on him. Just to make sure he's okay.
That's when I hear it.
A soft groan, barely muffled by the thin door. The sound goes straight between my legs, making me gasp and press my thighs together. I can feel slick gathering, my body responding to his need even through the door.
He's... oh god, he's touching himself. Just like I did last night in the shower when Hawk’s scent surrounded me and made my body come alive for the first time.
My hand is already reaching for the door handle before I can stop myself. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears.
I could turn around. Could walk away. Could pretend this moment never happened.
