Page 8 of Crash Course Omega
“I can’t do this right now,” she murmurs, and the pain in her voice nearly breaks my poor heart. I realize that the look in her eyes isn’t just annoyance. There’s panic in there, and some kind of fear.
And it might be because of me.
I like to mess around, and it’s easy to do when you’re one of the top F1 drivers in the world. Omegas throw themselves at me left, right, and center. But I always said that if I met my scent match, if I found my omega, then my mate would get everything from me. And I’d do whatever it took to make them happy.
“You can’t do what? Be my scent match?” I ask, raising a brow.
“I can’t be anything right now,” she whispers with such honestly that it blows me away.
Out of all the types of people in my life who were actually honest with me, I never thought it would be an actress.
But I believe her.
And that’s why I take her hand and press it to my heart, hoping she can feel how loudly it beats for her.
I cup her chin with my other, stroking her bottom lip, loving how she softens for me instantly.
“You don’t have to be anything for me,” I say as quietly as I can. “Just let me hold you.”
I can see the fight playing out through her, so I release my pheromones, spreading them over her.
And I nearly groan as her shoulders relax and her back arches for me.
Alpha pheromones are different from our scents. My omega needs pheromones to stay grounded when she’s stressed or in heat. And it is also a way to show her omega that her alpha is here to protect her.
I’ll keep her safe from whatever she is running from. I’ll make sure no one can hurt her. I already know she’s my omega. I just have to find a way for her to accept that I’m her alpha, too.
Which obviously means leaning forward, my lips hovering over hers, our gazes locked, our bodies tight, the air filling with both of our scents.
“What do you say to that, Harmony Grace?” I murmur, all my desire pouring through my voice.
I can only hold myself there for ten seconds max. We’re trained to resist five times our own body weight in G-force for races, but I can’t resist her. I’m a hair’s breadth from her lips, waiting for her to say yes.
“Just for now,” she finally whispers, releasing all the tension that built up inside me.
“Just for now,” I agree. “You don’t need to be Harmony, I don’t need to be Jaxx Sands.” I wink at her. Because she knows who I am, I don’t need to tell her.
Even if she’s separated from her daddy, I’m still a Grace racer.
“I don’t need to know where you’ve come from or why you’re here,” I say to her. "All I need to know is that, ‘just for now’, you’re mine.”
We’re so close I can feel her breath on my tongue, traveling through my mouth to tickle the back of my throat. I swallow, my throat bobbing, my alpha senses yelling at me to claim her.
She looks so hungry, but that doesn’t mean she will say yes.
Until she sucks in a breath, her hands shooting to my collar, she yanks me downward, and pulls me into a kiss.
Harmony
I can’t stop. His scent is so addictive that my head is spinning.
I’m used to people forcing their pheromones or perfume on me like the lily-scented omega I was running from. They all think they can just smother me and I’ll be theirs. But this is different.
It’s like every time I take a breath his scent winds through my body and goes straight to my core.
I induced a heat three weeks ago to make sure my cycle wouldn't interfere with my training. I have to schedule them around my films so I don't miss any days of work. But the way a simple touch from Jaxx spreads fire through my body makes me wish I hadn't taken them.
Because the second his moan vibrates through me, all I want is to give in to my omega senses and let him take me away. Especially when his fingers press into my thigh and creep upward.
