I pull her closer, my arm sliding around her waist. Her body fits against mine perfectly, curves meeting angles like puzzle pieces finding their proper place. A small shiver runs through her, one she tries to suppress, but I feel it against my chest.
“You smell amazing,” I whisper, leaning down. “May I?”
She nods, eyes wide, pupils dilating. I brush my lips across the bend of her neck, just the lightest touch, and feel her shudder against me. The reaction is impossible to hide, and I fight back a satisfied smile.
Then I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her scent. My eyes practically roll back in my head. She smells like fresh rain on warm earth, like sunshine through leaves, like home. The chemical edge of suppressants can’t mask the perfect omega sweetness underneath.
“Oh,” I breathe against her skin. “That’s...wow.”
I’m vaguely aware of Cash and Matheo watching us, but they fade into the background. All I can focus on is Trinity—the way her pulse jumps beneath my lips, how her fingers tighten against my shoulder.
“We can take this as far as you want. If we’re already at the limit, just let me know,” I murmur against her sweetly scented skin. “How believable do you need this to be?”
She waits until I raise my head to look at her before she responds. The next word out of her mouth is more of a breathy omega whine than it is actual speech.
“More.”
I lean in, drawn by her consent and that single breathless word. My tongue slides across the delicate skin of her neck in one long, deliberate stroke. The taste of her explodes across my senses. Her pulse hammers against my lips, and I have to physically restrain myself from sinking my teeth into that perfect spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
So mine.
The thought blindsides me. I’ve never felt this possessive instinct before, not with any omega. The urge to mark her permanently is so overwhelming my jaw actually aches with the effort of holding back. I don’t believe in scent-matches. Some people smell better than others, there isn’t anything mystical about it.
But I’ve never smelled an omega like this one.
Cash moves in behind her, his presence familiar and grounding. Our gazes meet over her shoulder, and there is no hint of jealousy or hesitation in his gaze. Betas don’t scent-match. He knows I’m in love with him, but there was always the possibility of an omega coming along and knocking me back on my heels. He leans close to her other ear, his voice a gentle rumble.
“We’ll be whatever you need us to be, Trinity.” His lips brush her cheek in a kiss so gentle it seems almost reverent. “Whatever role you want us to play.”
Trinity’s scent changes, deepening with arousal as she melts against me—the unmistakable sweet-musk scent of omega slick. My nostrils flare as Trinity’s arousal perfumesthe air around us. My alpha instincts roar to life, demanding I claim her right here, right now.
Trinity laughs, the sound slightly breathless as she pulls away. “I think that’s what we needed to know.”
She returns to her seat, crossing her legs primly even as her fists clench in her lap with the tension she can’t hide, but the movement only wafts more of her intoxicating scent toward me. I grip the edge of the table to steady myself, fighting the urge to sweep everything off the surface and lay her out like a feast. I want to taste every inch of her, starting with the bit of slick I can smell between her thighs.
Matheo, always the composed one, extends his hand across the table. “It will be our pleasure to be in business with you, Trinity.”
When she places her hand in his, Matheo smoothly turns it over, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. The gesture is old-fashioned, almost courtly, but the effect it has on Trinity is immediate. A soft moan escapes her lips—barely audible but unmistakable to alpha ears.
Holy shit. If I had a recording of that sound, I’d never need porn again. That little noise contains more genuine desire than any fake performance I’ve ever watched.
Trinity jumps up suddenly, her cheeks flushed. “I’ll go get Amara for the contract signing.”
She practically flees the room, and I can’t help the satisfied smile that spreads across my face as I watch her go. Her hips sway as she walks, and I wonder if she even realizes how much her body is calling to us.
“She’s perfect,” I murmur once she’s out of earshot.
And I don’t just mean so we can file a pack registration and reapply to the adoption agency.
This has suddenly become about so much more than that.
“Itold you so,” Matheo crows as soon as we hit the sidewalk outside his mother’s agency. “She’s amazing, right?”
“Then why the fuck did you bring Kyren into this?” Cash explodes.
“Be quiet.” Matheo risks a glance behind him and hurries us around the corner. “He’ll sign the contract. Don’t worry.”
Cash glares back at him. “The contract isn’t what I’m worried about, and you know it.”
