She’s panting against the side of my neck. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I pull back stunned. “What?”
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Greer takescare of me the way he always does, holding me through my orgasm.
He’s my scent match, too. Thank God.
The Alpha who’s knotting me makes all the stress and worry go away. I feel limp in his arms, fully sated, and there’s no fear at this moment.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” I tell him, nearly inhaling his pine and juniper scent. It’s strong and comforting, just like the Alpha himself.
He pulls back and looks at me like he’s seen a ghost. “What?”
I stop sniffing him for a moment. Do I tell him now?
Do I say‘hey Greer, my scent is back and you and Callum are my scent matches and I’m having a whole entire mental crisis over my life potentially changing completely. Oh, and I have serious feelings for Lain. It wouldn’t matter if he was my scent match, but not knowing is eating away at me?’
“My scent blockers stopped working,” I tell him lamely.
I mean, we’re knotted together if I drop the truth and have nowhere to run? The thought alone is giving me heartburn.
“What do you think?” Greer asks, and I think it might be the least confident I’ve heard him. He wants to know what I think of his scent, not knowing that he’s one of the best things I’ve ever smelled.
“So good. So so good,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair and kissing the side of his face.
This could be forever. No, it will be. I just need to see Lain, get off my deodorizers and come clean and tell them everything. Then I’ll need to sublet my apartment until I can cancel my lease, turn down the job at Pure Beauty, and figure out what the fuck my sister is doing.
“Then why does it seem like you’re freaking out?” he asks.
“It’s just new.” I shift against his knot, and he raises an auburn eyebrow at me. Instead of going further into detail, I rest my head against his chest and he rubs my back in that Greer way of his.
Greer’s a comfort that I haven’t felt in a long time. He’s steadfast and sure of his decisions. He’s the type of man I need in my life explicitly.
“I’m going to go off my deodorizers. I just need to see Lain first.”
“Really? How many are you on?”
“I use a topical and a pill. For the longest time I’ve only ever gone off them for my heat. It will be an adjustment, a huge one actually, letting people scent me.”
“It’s because you want to though, right? Not because Lain and I asked you to?”
“Yeah, I want to,” I tell him, taking the deepest inhale of his scent.
Fuck. In my mind, I always knew scent matches were a thing. You see it in movies all the time. The Omega finds their scent match, and it’s this cosmic thing, like you don’t see anyone else anymore, only the people you’re destined to be with.
The fact that I’ve been so drawn to Greer and Lain before getting my scent back tells me that scent matches go further than I could have ever fathomed.
I’m still knotted to Greer, and it’s the middle of the day. Birds are chirping outside and a glow filters through the room as Greer kisses my hair.
“So, are you going to tell me about Oban?”
“Hmm. What about it?” I say, feeling too good wrapped in my scent matches arms, his knot deep inside me.
This is the life, honestly.
