Page 112 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Probably.
Lavender is her perfume’s top note. The scent that hits you first when she walks past. A delightful floral bouquet that brings to mind a cute country cottage and a sweet woman sitting on your lap. When she first arrived, I could see Halley embodying that role.
Now that I’ve spent time with her, I know better.
It’s the lower rumbling, deep unnamed scent that truly tells you who she is.
The others say it smells like an oncoming thunderstorm.
I can do much better than that. I can accurately describe exactly what Omega Halley Sparks smells like and why.
Ozone, petrichor, rain.
I know the science behind it.
As a storm approaches, the air becomes charged with electricity, and the humidity rises. The electrical discharge of lightning generates ozone. It’s a sharp, clean aroma, slightly metallic and reminiscent of the clean, cool scent after a rain shower.
As the rain begins, it enhances the release of petrichor, the earthy scent produced by rain hitting the dry ground. It’s a combination of damp soil, vegetation, and wet leaves, which creates a rich, earthy fragrance.
Drops in atmospheric pressure and temperature accompany thunderstorms. These changes affect the way they carry scentsin the air. The cooler, denser air makes the scent more intense and concentrated. Wind, which precedes a storm, carries these scents to your nose, and the static electricity in the atmosphere intensifies the overall sensory experience.
Halley Sparks is the storm on the horizon. A promise of passion and strength.
Yet, despite my efforts, I still cannot pin down the last teasing fragrance.
It’s something entirely Halley. The Omega has a sweet balm that is all her own. I know I’ll never unpick the technical terms to describe it, but it smells like… fate.
Yet, no matter how delicious her perfume is, it has nothing on how her slick smells.
It’s her scent, but dialed up to eleven.
A distilled vintage of pure Halley.
And it’s sweet. So, so sweet.
I can tell the moment she sees my tongue piercing.
She doesn’t hide her reaction. Her eyes widen, her chest heaves, and a flush creeps up her chest. I watch as two pebbles form beneath her shirt, and the smell of her arousal thickens.
“Halley?” My voice shakes, tension straining in my vocal chords.
“I’ve never seen one before,” she murmurs, her eyes fixed on my mouth.
A warmth floods through me.
I can’t name the thrilling emotion surging through me, but it’s a close cousin of pride. In all the time Halley has been with our squad, surrounded by three virile, horny-as-fuck Alphas, she’s mostly kept her cool.
Sure, she’s had a few moments of weakness where her fingers desperately seek release, but mostly she’s kept it together.
“Would you like to see it up close?” I hear myself asking, my voice a low rumble. The rational part of my brain is hollering forattention and the big red ‘danger’ button flashes brightly. I can’t hear the blaring sirens of alarm over the rushing of blood to my cock.
She nods, a shy smile curving her pretty pink mouth. She rises to her knees and leans forward on her hands to get closer to my face.
A gorgeous, rare Omega is on her hands and knees forme.A mere Beta.
If I leaned forward, I could kiss her. Let her feel what the piercing feels like in her mouth, dancing with her tongue.
Her scent shouldn’t be affecting me this much as a Beta. But it’s not just her scent. It’s her. She’s captivated me from the moment she climbed into the back of the vehicle.
