What I care about are the alpha pheromones clinging to his skin.
The rich, dark layers of it blooming in my throat with every breath I pull through my nose. It's so concentrated here, woven into this beta’s skin, his sweat, the thin trail of hair below his navel. I press my nose into the crease of his hip and inhale so deeply my lungs burn.
More.I need more. I need the source.
I need….
Delirious lust coils deep inside me, making my womb spasm and my pussy flutter.
I need a knot.
A thick, wide, painfully large knot.
I pull off the beta with a gasp.
My mouth is wet and my chest is heaving. The storage tent spins around me as the scent of chocolate and sunflowers mixes with the beta’s natural citrus aroma. It floods every receptor I have, consuming me. It’s above me, around me, pressing against my skin like warm hands.
My hindbrain erupts, a roar of recognition so loud it drowns everything else.
This one is mine too.
Him, his alphas, his whole fucking pack.
Mine.
"Perrin?"
It’s deep, vibrating through the humid air and settling somewhere at the base of my spine.
It carries a wonderful amount of authority and power.
"Perrin, you in here?"
The beta—Perrin.His name is Perrin.He sucks in a shaky breath.
"Yeah." His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, trying again. "Yeah. In here, Cliff." His hands drop to his waistband. I hear the scrape of denim as he pulls his pants up, the frantic clink of a belt buckle, and something inside me snaps.
No!
A high-pitched growl tears out of me—sharp and feral and nothing I've ever heard come out of my own mouth before. My hands shoot out, clawing at Perrin’s wrists, trying to wrench them away from his jeans. He's putting it away. He's taking that beautiful cock away from me.
The scent, the warmth, the closeness.
He's pulling it all back, and every cell in my body revolts against the loss.
"Hey—What are you—Don’t!" Perrin snaps, wrestling with my hands and his zipper at the same time.
Somewhere behind me, the canvas flap shifts. Daylight slashes across the tent floor in a bright wedge. I'm vaguely aware of the change in light, the shift in air pressure, and the heavy footsteps, but I can't make myself care. I'm still grabbing at Perrin, still trying to get back to the skin that smells like everything I need.
"What the hell, Perrin?"
The voice from the entrance isn't angry. It's stunned.Like someone walked into a room and found the furniture on the ceiling.
“We have shit to do.” The man snarls, clearly an alpha, and my hands go still. “You can’t sneak off and fuck some random chick in the middle of a job.”
"Cliff—I can explain—she just—" Perrin is stammering, one hand holding his jeans up, the other trying to gently pry my fingers off his belt. "She was sick. Or Ithoughtshe was sick. And then she—I didn't?—"
"Put your dick away and get out of the damn tent." The alpha’s voice is low and tight, the kind of controlled that's one degree away from pissed. "Now, beta."
