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My heart races as the thought of him not being a scent match fills me with morose thoughts of him one day wanting his scent matched omega.
He grabs the back of my head and bites my lower lip, making it sting. He sucks. “You taste like mine,” he groans before our lips crash in a desperate kiss I’ve wanted for too long.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he pulls me closer. My pussy tightens around nothing, yet desperately wants to clamp down around him as I rock my clit over his hardening cock.
I moan as the pleasure builds until I’m gasping. He knows I’m getting myself off as his tongue strokes with mine.
“Come for me,” he groans. He grips my hips hard, holding me against his hardness, and thrusts up into me. “Get yourself off on my cock.”
I can feel his knot growing, rubbing against my thin panties. Jake knows he’s teasing me, but I don’t mind. How can I when I love it?
“I need you,” I whimper.
“Come for me first.” He grabs my ass cheeks, drawing me closer to him, holding me so tight his knot is stroking my clit.
The friction causes me to cry out as ripples of pleasure fire in my core. I throw my head back, my body trembling, as the orgasm courses through me.
“Mine,” Jake growls into my ear, his grip on my ass tightening. I crave more, needing to feel his knot pushing inside me the same moment he accepts me as his omega.
“Jake,” I whimper, grinding myself against him, desperate for the connection I’ve longed for. “I need you.”
He lets out a low grunt, his eyes burning with desire. “Not yet, but soon.”
He kisses me again, our tongues dueling.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Oh, fucking yes. I can smell you.”
“You can?” Surprise laces my words. “I thought my perfume was muted.” I hope that means he likes my scent.
My fingernails dig into his skin as he lets out a groan and wraps his arms around me.
“Can you smell me?” he asks.
I chew my lip before shaking my head. “I’m not sure. There’s a hint of something in the air, but it’s really faint.”
“It must be coming back to you.” He smiles and I lean in to kiss him; he responds eagerly, his tongue delving deep into my mouth.
And I can taste the sweetness on his tongue. I know it’s his scent … his taste.
Apparently, I’m not so sweet.
Does that mean we’re not a scent match?
Will he want me if we’re not?
The fire in his eyes tells me that my question of us not being a scent match is not something to worry about, that he wants me just as I am.
But the way Jake tastes. The way I react to him. I think once my senses come alive, I’ll see just how much Jake Dyer is mine.
He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes piercing into mine. “You’re mine,” he growls. “I’m claiming you, and there’s no turning back now. Tell me, Ella. Tell me you’re mine.”
I nod, my eyes filled with tears. “I am yours.”
We stumble out of the car, run across the wet concrete and into our small, cramped apartment.
Jake stops and turns to me. A look of determination on his face. “I need to ask you something,” he says, his voice low. “One day soon, I want to make it official. Will you accept me as your alpha? Will you let me mark you?”
“Thank you for asking...” I hesitate for a moment. I’ve heard of too many stories of alphas taking what they think is theirs.
