Page 14 of Crash Course Omega
I panic, flailing about, trying to get away as his thick scent winds through my head, making me dizzy. My pussy reacts instantly, and I have to force myself not to dig in to get more of his musk.
I grab his thighs, my fingers denting his muscle as I shove myself back, gasping and moaning as my body lights up like fireworks.
“What are you doing?” he asks, like nothing has happened, and he didn't just have an omega gagging over him.
I need to get away from him before I do anything else.
I shoot upwards as quickly as I can, and moan again as my breasts press right against his chest.
He must be over 6ft, and his chest is so wide that I could use him as a pillow.
Pleasure fires through my nipples as I rub against him, and I gasp, jumping backwards, only to hit off of the chassis. He quickly throws his hands out, grabbing my hips, dragging me hard against his body, his crotch grinding against my stomach.
Another shudder goes through me. And we both freeze.
Because we can feel it circling around us, pounding through us, asking to connect: the scent match.
He leans in close, and my heart races as his gaze travels over my face. His nostrils flare, and the curiosity in his eyes morphs into dark lust that shudders through my whole body.
It can’t be real. I can’t have found another scent match so quickly.
His hands tighten on my hips, and I’m sure he’s going to kiss me like Jaxx did. Because that’s what every alpha who has me in this position will do.
I’m already arching my back and preparing myself for it.
“Excuse me,” he says, his grip tightening as he literally picks me up.
He turns ninety degrees, neatly plopping me on the floor right next to him before whipping his hands back like I’d burned him.
“If there’s nothing else, could you please leave? I need to work.”
My mouth drops open as he turns away from me and leans back over the chassis.
With my body humming and my core already throbbing, I’m so pent up I’m about to grab him and scent mark him just to get closer to him.
But he doesn’t even look at me. He does exactly what he said. He just goes right on and gets back to work.
Everest
I’d come out early specifically to avoid people, but I never seem to manage it.
Even today, when I've only had two hours of sleep so I could make sure all the parts were in order, I still have an interruption.
Raindrops stroke Harmony Grace's skin like a lover as she drips with rain. Every single drop falls to the concrete under me, potentially creating a disturbance, and not just with myself. I accounted for rain, but not for it to touch Maddock's car.
I have a very fine routine that I need to complete in exact order or something might go wrong.
Every time my pre-race routine goes smoothly, either Maddock or Jaxx will place on the podium for a Grand Prix.
I can’t let her disrupt my process, no matter how good her strawberries and cream scent is. And how many years I’ve waited to see her again.
From the way she looks at me, she has no idea who I am.
I've worked Formula circuits since I left university. She had been a racer on another team in F2, and we met so briefly that she hadn't realized we had scent matched.
And now that she’s finally in front of me, I can’t afford to stop and introduce myself and casually mention the desire to bond with her that's plagued me ever since our first meeting.
If I don’t keep to my routine, Vegas might be ruined, and we are so close to coming second in the Constructor’s Championships.
