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Reese finds me blocking housekeeping carts and foot traffic without giving a single fuck.
“Go.” He ruffles my hair, then forces two pizza boxes into my hands. “I’ll keep the guys honest.”
“You’re going along with this bullshit?” I lean into his palm, banking warmth for the ride across town.
He rubs his bad arm. “It was always going to be us or Kairo in the end. I just want to be done with this shit and move on, you know? Even a crazy chance is a chance.”
“That’s the part I hate.” I hug him one more time before braving the elevator.
I’m not afraid of many things.
Not violence, pain, fighting, or even fighting the Triad.
I’m just afraid of what the fighting costs.
I can’t lose anyone else.
That thought would usually send me into a sick tailspin about cancer and Dad and the beta who got away, but before I can spiral, a bizarro scent invades my nose cave.
My skin shrink-wraps my skeleton.
Omega.
Spicy and sweet, but not too sweet.
Tangy-delish.
My cock doesn’t just stiffen.
It boi-oi-oings to my waistband, blowing up my knot like I’m face-to-flesh with my mate in heat, ready and able—but totally fucking unwilling—to stay hard for days.
I muffle my bulge with the pizza boxes, trying to breathe out the vampire woodie sucking my blood.
But not even double meat cancels the mystery omega’s crop-dusted super-pheromones.
Like, brooooo.
Save the salami for the mate who’s waiting for us.
Don’t whip out the thiccness for some elevator ghost.
Too late.
I’m probably already piercing cardboard.
Looking like a fucking perv with a free-samples sausage fest in my sweats, I waddle to the bus stop, praying this sweaty lap heat is from the oven and not from a rogue pepperoni hugging the tip of my swollen hog like a jaunty nitrate bonnet.
But four route switches and almost two hours later, I waddle off the bus in the Meadows just as raging hard as when I boarded.
What in the Neapolitan fuck was that scent?
A bag lady whistles. “Need me to take care of that knot, big boy?”
I speed-walk, trying to ignore the weight swinging between my thighs. “It belongs to my mate!”
Yeah, Bishop takes my ass all the time, but that’s different. It’s not like we kiss. I don’t even let him blow me—not that he would.
Can’t risk jizz on his button-down.
