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I had been keeping my eyes firmly on the floor, resisting the urge to watch him, but now it was impossible not to.
He was hard.
The front of his jeans were tight, and even through the layers of denim, I could tell he was a sizable alpha.
Yummy.
The ache in my gut was getting worse.
I knew what would solve it.
Knots.
“Do you need anything else before I go?” he asked softly, his gaze filled with nothing but concern.
“A knot?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
“Uhh, sweetheart”
“Do you not want to?” I asked softly.
He cursed under his breath. “Of course, I do, but?—”
That was all I needed. My hand fisted in his T-shirt as I dragged him into my dorm, possessed by the sheer need of my heat.
Chapter 4
Percy
What the hell was an omega in heat doing at the store? I only left the penthouse because Jasper had forgotten to buy onions during his last grocery run and he wanted homemade lasagna.
The little omega caught my eye as soon as she walked into the store. Lost in her own world, she didn’t even notice when several alphas turned their heads to look at her appreciatively.
It was only me at the store; my pack mates were all at home and I had no security with me. Chase had offered to come with me, but I was the lowest risk member of the pack and sometimes going out alone was nice.
She was wearing a large university sweatshirt and denim shorts, displaying her legs. The scent that clung to her was muted, but there was no denying how amazing she smelled.
Maple syrup, pure and simple. Sweetness personified, and my god, I wanted a taste. She ambled through the aisles, focusing on grabbing her items and placing them in her basket.
Several men were watching her, and her scent was only growing stronger.
Shit. If she was fully going into heat and didn’t realize it, then she was in trouble. Her scent would attract every alpha within amile radius. She didn’t just smell good—she smelled like fucking heaven on earth.
When I guided her out of the grocery store, my only intention had been to get her back to her place safely, nothing more.
So, when her hand fisted in my shirt and dragged into her saccharine-smelling dorm room, I was at a loss for what to do. Her request for a knot was running through my mind on repeat.
I wanted to give her my knot, more than anything—fuck, she was perfection, and I had no idea how I had never noticed her on campus before.
“We shouldn’t,” I mumbled, my hands tangling in her hair, as I pulled her closer.
My actions and my words were polar opposites. The urge to keep my hands on this omega was stronger than anything I had experienced before. Everything about her made every one of my deep primal alpha instincts rise to the surface.
Sometimes smelling an omega in heat was enough to do that, but I was convinced there was something more to this girl. I had scented heats before, and while they were amazing, they didn’t hold a candle toher.
A whine escaped her throat, the sound physically painful to me.
“Hurts,” she whimpered against my lips. “Make it better.”
