Page 15 of Outback Mate
“Like your doctor trying to stitch up your gaping head wound,” he says coldly, pining me with a disdainful glare.
Oh.
I get it. He’s trying to stay professional because I’m his patient.
I give him a giant goofy grin, cock my head to the side and wink. I drop my voice to a low purr, and smile what I hope is a seductive smile. “Okay, Doc. Put me back together. I’ll be such a good Omega for you.”
I like that he’s responsible and takes his medical oath seriously. It tells me a lot about his character.
“That’s not…” His jaw twitches again, and he releases a shuddering exhale. “Never mind. Just stay still.”
The numbing injections act quickly, and the surface level throbbing pain subsides. The pain stabbing behind my eye remains, but considering my revelation, it barely registers.
I’m reeling. Floating on a excited little cloud, elated and vibrating with sheer happiness.
He works in silence, his large hands so gentle and capable. There’s a subtle tugging on my skin, but I don’t feel any pain.
I couldn’t care less about my injuries. Not when he is so close to me.
I stare at him as he works, watching his focused expression as he pierces my skin, over and over.
Finally, I catch the first tendrils of his scent. I can’t name the aroma, but I’ve always loved it. It only happens after a particularly cold snap in the depths of winter, early in the morning with frozen frost still clinging to the blades of grass. The smell of truly fresh air, untainted by the heat of the day.
I never really understood what a scent match was supposed to smell like, but I get it now.
It’s home. Comfort. Arousal. Yearning.
And Aunt Jo was right.
I know he’s mine. The shimmering flimsy connection I feel to this Alpha is undeniable.
I can’t believe it.
I’ve found my scent match.
This Alpha is my mate!
Now I need to get him to drop his professional attitude and acknowledge me as his Omega.
Chapter Five
Doc
The Omega is making my skin prickle with awareness.
She’s looking at me with those pretty blue eyes wide with wonder and excitement.
A dopey, drunken smile.
It’s making me… nervous.
The press of her gaze against my skin is hot and heavy, and it’s driving me to distraction. I’m using every ounce of my professionalism to focus on my stitches. My Alpha refuses to do anything but a perfect job on this Omega.
He’s in a frenzy, desperate to care and comfort the little woman. Contained only but a thin veil of indifference, I should be elated to be in touch with him after so many years.
All I feel is fear.
I’ve barely met her and I can already tell she’s a handful. A whirlwind preparing to sweep me up in her chaos.
