Maybe they aren’t so rare after all.
He keeps his shirt on, which is slightly disappointing, but he takes off his pants. I do my best to not look at his gigantic Alpha thighs, but I’m just an Omega. Maybe I steal a few glances.
Callum doesn’t get under the blankets, he lies on top of them as a new show starts. Only the sound of the show and the limited street noise fill the space, when suddenly there’s something else I notice.
I take a deep inhale. The scent of sea spray hits me. At first I think a window might be open, but when I look at Callum, I realize that it’s him.
I can fully scent this Alpha and I realize with complete astonishment he’s my scent match.
Callum fucking—I don’t even know his middle name—Agnew is my scent match and it has me feeling nearly feral.
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I’mstiff and awkward as I lie on top of the comforter. When Graham’s done fucking Birdie in our room, I’m probably going to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze.
He could have at least used this room, since our room has two beds and this one doesn’t. I feel like I’m taking up nearly the whole damn thing, and it’s taking an active effort to not touch the Omega next to me.
The show is one I’ve seen before, but it’s not as if I could focus on it, anyway. When she said she could see why Greer and Lain would want me in their pack, it made me feel like maybe I’m not this piece of shit person I’ve been lately.
She’s also not what I thought she was. She isn’t just some Omega taking what she wants and not giving a shit about the wreckage she leaves behind. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has feelings for Greer and Lain in the same way Graham feels for Birdie.
If her sister stays, what does that mean for Maisie?
What if she were a permanent fixture in their lives, in my life? If there was no deadline, no concern about her leaving, would I pursue her?
I glance over at her and know that it’s a resounding yes. She’s beautiful, sharp, smart, and kind. She’s the type of Omega I’d be more than lucky to find, that’s if she’d ever even consider giving me a second glance.
“Are you and your sister going back home at the end of the month for sure?” I ask, interrupting our silence.
Maisie just stares at me, her pupils so dilated I can barely see the green hue to her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Her plush lips part as she stares at me for a long moment, blinking wildly. “Maisie?”
I couldn’t tell you how it happened if you asked me to recall the moment, but one second Maisie was looking at me like she saw a ghost and then the very next, she’s grabbing me by my shirt and bringing me in for a kiss. I reciprocate her advances and I don’t know why.
I should put distance between us, yet it’s like I’m paralysed by the feel of her mouth on mine.
Her tongue is soft but demanding against mine, everything about her is so deliciously delicate, and God, I’d missed this. My hand delicately grabs her throat, my thumb pressing against her pounding pulse point as I hold her down and kiss her. She might have been the one to initiate, yet here I am, nearly half on top of her, and I can’t get enough.
Maisie whines and it’s like a wave of desire just floods over me. I can’t even scent her, yet this draw to her is something I can’t explain.
“We should—” I interrupt our kiss.
“Shut up,” Maise replies with no heat, tugging me back down and my mouth crashes against hers. I’m weak when it comes to her, and I feel bad for ever giving Greer or Lain shit. Though, my initial statement of her being a Baobhan Sith totally holds up, because I definitely feel lured under her spell.
I kiss her long and hard, unable to control this want that’s growing for her when reality slaps me.
“Are you going into heat?” I ask between kisses.
“I…I don’t think so,” she says, her brows furrowing as she takes in my words and I touch her forehead. She isn’t warm, and with whatever deodorizers she’s wearing, I can’t scent whether she is or not.
“Then, why?” I ask, puzzled.
“Why what?” Her cheeks are pink, her eyes heavy lidded and her pajama top is sliding off her shoulder.
“Why did you kiss me?”
