We’re both panting, and it’s like the post-orgasmic reality hits us both at the same time.
She glances at my cock and licks her lips, before she meets my face.
“I’m. Just. I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I all but scurry off to the bathroom. “What the fuck was I thinking?” I say to myself as soon as I’m behind the door.
I wash off my dick and tuck it back away before pacing the small washroom. With shaky hands, I grab the vanity and stareat myself in the mirror. Her cum is still on my chin and I don’t wash it off right away.
“Fuck,” I hiss while standing there with my head bowed.
I’m not sure what’s worse; that I haven’t come that hard—ever, or that I want to go back in there and bend her over the bed and fuck her for making me want her so badly.
I flick the faucet and bring the running water to my face, hoping to splash some sense into myself. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work. I’m just more confused by how wrong it feels to clean off all her sweet slick.
Knuckles tap against the door. “Callum, are you alright?” Maisie says.
“Fine,” I grumble back.
Telling a woman you just went down on that you’re having a crisis over it doesn’t seem wise. I thought maybe she walked back to the bed, but then she speaks through the door again.
“I’m sorry, Callum, I just…I don’t know how to explain what came over me. I don’t regret it, though.”
Did I regret it?
No, I didn’t regret the action; we didn’t do anything wrong. I just might regret that I’ll never get to do it for the rest of my life. But I won’t touch her again until I know for sure she isn’t going to ditch us when the month is up.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” she asks, which means I can’t keep hiding in this goddamn bathroom.
I open the door, and she’s back in her pajamas, her hair wild and her eyes glassy. When the door is fully open, her breath hitches again, and her throat works wildly.
She licks her lips, crossing her arms over her chest. “My, um…scent blockers apparently stopped working. I haven’t scented an Alpha in years and well, you’re handsome and I’ve been enjoying getting to know the real you and I’m really sorry that I probably crossed a line. Of course I know you have apast with Omegas and fuck,” she says, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“I wanted it too. You’re fucking bonnie, kind, and sexy. But I cannae do this if you’re leaving,” I tell her, unable to meet her gaze.
“I understand. I’ll be on my best behavior until I decide.” My gaze snaps to her when she says that. “Birdie still hasn’t texted me back, so I’m not sure you’ll be able to get back into your room tonight. I promise to keep my hands and my mouth to myself.”
That has me groaning, because now all I can think about is her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.
“It’ll be fine,” I say, moving so that Maisie can get into the bathroom. She gives me a forced smile as I get into the bed.
What have I gotten myself into?
28
maisie
My scent matchjust went down on me and then had a breakdown about it. It’s enough to give an Omega a complex, but I’m too busy freaking out about the whole scent match thing.
I could, no, I should have told him the truth about why I acted the way I did, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
A scent match.
Never in a million years did I expect I’d ever find one, and yet the broody chef who originally hated me just so happens to be my fated partner.
Nothing has ever smelled as good as his sea spray scent. How could this possibly happen?
My mind shifts to Greer and Lain and my heart sinks. Will they be upset that I did something with Callum? Will they be even more upset to find out that Callum is my scent match and they aren’t? I mean, at least I’m assuming so, right? There’s no fucking way all three of them could possibly be my scent matches.
Now that the scent blockers aren’t working, I’ll know for sure the first time I see them. Callum hasn’t scented me and neitherhave they. If I never stop using deodorizers, they’ll never even know.
