Page 25 of Costume Party Crush
I followed Lowell and Sean as they made the rounds, introducing me to various members of the museum board and city officials. I also met some of the donors and possibly made some business connections, but the part of my mind that had latched onto the lingering scent wouldn’t let me focus on anything except finding the person attached to it.
Finally Lowell and Sean peeled off to go mingle with other people they knew, and I was left to my own devices.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The scent was undeniably omega, and it made desire curl through me in ways that I had never experienced.
I needed. Everything inside me needed. I needed to know who he was, and I needed to feel his lips against mine. I needed him in my arms, and to bury my nose in his neck and breathe his scent deeper than the traces I could smell in the air.
I’d had friends with fated mates, but was this the intense attraction they described?
I wandered the space, following my nose and trying to find the source, but the ventilation made it difficult. Then there was a tug on the lamp hanging from my middle.
I turned, and I knew. The omega in front of me was mine, my fated mate, and he grinned at me mischievously.
“Do I rub this for my wishes, or do I rub something else?”
I stared at him for a moment before a smile spread across my face. “It’s you…” the man I’d been smelling.
My mate.
There was something familiar about him that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I dismissed it as part of him being my fated partner.
He chuckled and stepped closer, hand still on the prop lamp hanging from my sash. “About those wishes.”
I laughed and wrapped one arm around his middle, pulling him close. “I think what you rub will depend on what your wishes are.”
He grinned. “Then the lamp might not be the best option.”
“Oh?” I teased, detecting the pre-heat coming off him. “Master mine, my will is thine. Please do tell to me, what are your wishes three?”
He leaned in and whispered near my ear. “Knot, mark, babies.”
I groaned at the thought of being inside this handsome man. “How soon?”
He pulled back and grinned at me. “The sooner the better.”
I thought about Lowell and Sean, and wondered how soon I could get back to their house to get my car. “I… kinda carpooled.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, then our lips crashed together. The taste of him against me was more delicious than the sweetest dessert. I knew I would spend the rest of my life kissing this man, and would never grow tired of it.
Then he shifted against me, and the press of a hard cock against my leg was enough to make me lose control. All my efforts to keep my own cock from hardening were in vain as my hands settled on his hips and I pulled him against me.
“Need you,” he breathed, and the faint pink of a heat blush dusted his cheeks.
“Shit,” I breathed. “You’re going into heat.”
He nodded. “It started when I smelled you.”
I growled low, my mate had gone into heat just at my scent, and my alpha side demanded that I claim him.
“Bathroom?” I suggested.
He studied me for a minute. “Ok.”
I grabbed his arm and tugged him in the direction the signs indicated, but we were about halfway there when I spied what appeared to be the janitor's storage. On impulse I tried the handle, and found that it opened.
“This might be a bit more private,” I growled as I tugged him inside with me, my free hand flicking on a light switch.
