Page 9 of Crash Course Omega
Seeing Maddock earlier has completely thrown me off as well. Just one look at him has made me question all my life choices.
We begin filming once the F1 racing season is over, and these last four races are a chance for me to see the cars in action and learn what has changed in the three years since I left the sport.
But that doesn’t include kissing a driver from my family's team.
Jaxx's lips are so soft, and he chuckles as he deepens the kiss, the vibration humming through my throat. I moan, sinking into him, pressing my body against his.
I push him back against the door, rubbing my chest against him in time with the movement of our lips.
I shouldn’t feel like this. Heat shouldn’t flare in my body along with a deep need that rises in me to turn around and present my ass to him and show him I’m ready.
It isn’t meant to happen this fast.
But he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me in tight, drowning me in his pheromones.
Things like the lily-scented omega have happened to me ever since I presented. I can’t trust scent matching when every other person I meet claims we’re matches, even though Jaxx is driving my body wild.
I’m just weak to alpha pheromones; I’m allergic to heat and scent blockers. Since most omegas nowadays take them, and my scent is more potent than others, people just assume that we’re scent matches because I smell so good.
His tongue sweeps over mine, and I melt as his taste fills my mouth. His cedar and honey is so rich and sweet that I moan for him as I keep rubbing against him.
He asked me if I could feel it, and I didn’t want to tell him the truth. But it's right here.
Out of all the alphas who claimed they’re my scent matches, I’ve only felt it with one other alpha. Jaxx’s teammate, Maddock Harrison.
I stopped believing in scent matches after I broke up with Maddock. I convinced myself that it had just been because I had a crush on Maddock that we matched as soon as I presented.
And part of me still tells me to run out there, fight through the reporters so I can cling to Maddock and never let him go.
It fires up all the feelings I thought I’d pushed away. I can’t tell if the need pounding through my body is for Jaxx, Maddock, or both of them.
“You’re thinking too much for someone who doesn’t want to be anything,” Jaxx purrs against my lips. “I’m going to need to do something to help you with that.”
One hand slips down my back, and I gasp as he cups my ass.
If anyone else tried it, I would whip out the pepper spray in my bag. But perfume wafts from me as he squeezes, and a pulse goes straight to my core.
I groan as he massages me, pushing my ass out into his hand.
“That’s more like it. I want to make sure my omega is taken care of,” he murmurs before kissing me again, sending sparks flying through me.
I should end it here. I hate alphas calling me theirs. As soon as they get possessive, whether they’re friends or we’re dating, I drop them. That’s how the Ross incident happened.
But I end up purring like a kitten for Jaxx as he tugs me close and presses his hard cock against me.
“Just lose yourself in me,” he whispers as I tip my head back to meet sharp blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a grin I know breaks hundreds of hearts.
And I want to. I want to let him take me away. But I also know Jaxx’s reputation. I wasn’t the only one dragged for sex scandals since I became famous. Jaxx has a long list of celebrities he’s slept with, and I don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost.
I suddenly gasp as he pulls my hips back and his other hand feeds under the hem of my dress to dent my hip.
“Where am I going to go, Harmony Grace?” he asks with a glint in his eye.
We stay there, so close I can feel his heart beating next to mine.
I want it.
I want him.
