I keep my distance, still not sure what to think about the sinfully sexy strangers.
Just because my Omega instincts are demanding I get on my knees for them like a good girl, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about the fact that I have no idea who they are.
My brows furrow as a thought filters through my mind. Attention shifting, I catch the eyes of the sexy man with glasses, who’s watching me like he just can’t help himself.
When our eyes meet, he cocks a brow, a smirk twitching on his lips.
I cross my arms and raise a brow of my own. “You two aren’t serial killers, are you?”
His eyes widen before he barks out another seductive laugh. “If I told you no, would you believe me?”
“Huh.” I nod. “I guess if you were, you wouldn’t outright admit it.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if it’s worth anything, we are not serial killers. Just a couple of bikers who found a pretty girl on the side of the road.”
“Isn’t that how most killers find their victims?” I counter.
That chuckle again. Fuck me, I’m ready to throw all logic out the window.
What is wrong with me?I’ve never had a reaction like this to anyone before. I’ve had my fair share of Alphas, something I’m not ashamed to admit, but none of them had me in a mess like these two.
Awareness trickles down my spine, and I freeze. I swear to god, these fuckers better not be my scent matches.
Not waiting to find out, I march up to one of the big bikers until we’re toe to toe. His eyes widen in surprise as he uncrosses his arms. “Ahh.”
Locking eyes with him, I lean in, press my nose to his chest, and inhale. Fuck me, he smells good, like mint and cinnamon. My pussy might enjoy the smell of him, but my body isn’t going off like a pinball machine.
“Good. That’s good,” I murmur as I step back.Not my scent matches. I’ve never wanted scent matches before, so why am I disappointed this complete stranger isn’t mine?
“Find out what you need?” he grumbles.
Taking a step back, I nod. “Yes, I did.”
“So, do I smell?” he chuckles.
“You smell good.” I nod again.
“Thank god, because if I stunk, you would most likely decline my offer for a ride to wherever you're heading.”
“Oh really?” I smile. “You're gonna offer me a ride on your bike?”
“I don’t offer rides to just anyone, you know,” he taunts with a grin.
“What makes me so special, then? We just met, and I don’t even know your name.”
His eyes darken as he takes a step closer. My breath catches in my throat, his fingers reaching up to tuck a curl behind my ear. “Something tells me there’s a whole lot that's special about you, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to find out every single one.”
“Oh,” the word slips past my lips breathlessly. Holy fucking shit. We might not be scent matched, but this pull I feel towards him is still pretty damn powerful. “Name’s Gavin Harrison,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my jaw before his thumb brushes over my lower lip.
I nearly whimper as he pulls my lip down before letting it bounce back into place. “That's my twin brother, Brady.” He nods his head towards the other man.
“Okay,” I whisper, blinking up at him like a love-struck fool.
A low rumble sounds from his chest as his nostrils flare, making me aware of the fact that I’m perfuming like an overstuffed whore house.
Clearing my throat, I take a step back, shaking my head slightly to rid my mind of this damn spell he seems to have me under.
When our eyes lock, my stomach does this little swoop, nearly taking all the air from my lungs.
