Page 13 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Time passed quickly; it always did while I was studying. My mind would get lost in the numbers, and I would be oblivious to most things around me.

I was turning to a thrilling chapter on percentages when a sweet scent hit my nose, making my head jolt up to find the source.

Vanilla and violet.

Sugary and warmth—it was the very scent that had enticed me to sit at that particular table, even though I usually sat on thethird floor, where the chairs were significantly better. I hadn’t registered why I wanted to be on this floor, but now it was obvious.

Omega.

A very delicious-smelling omega.

Most of the tables around me had cleared while I was studying, and there was only one still occupied to my left.

She was definitely an omega.

She was sitting on the desk chair, legs crossed as she scribbled down notes from a textbook. Her hair was piled on the top of her head, a few auburn waves falling out. I couldn't make out her eyes, but I already knew they were beautiful, like the rest of her. She was wearing casual clothing, a pair of skintight leggings and an oversized hoodie.

When she wasn’t scribbling notes, she was chewing on the end of her pen—a behavior I would have admonished my pack mates for but was utterly adorable from her.

My body reacted to that smell, my jeans tightening almost painfully as blood rushed to my dick. I didn’t usually go gaga over omega scents, but this one was special. Had she been sitting next to me all evening? How had I missed her?

I turned back to my textbook, highly aware of the fact I’d been rudely ogling the omega. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable.

In fact, I liked the idea of her being very comfortable in my presence.

Studying was a lost cause. I read the numbers in front of me, but my mind was retaining nothing. It was impossible, when all I could think about was that scent.

Every few seconds, I glanced up from my textbooks to check on her. She was completely absorbed in her work, chewing on her lip as she scribbled notes.

Would it be rude if I walked up to her and struck up a conversation?

I wasn’t the best-looking alpha from my pack, but Storm’s twin sister, Sunny, had informed me that I was “nerd hot” a few years ago, and that, combined with the attention I sometimes got from others, made me think I wasn’t too bad a catch.

The omega was beautiful, though. If I was dating her, there was no way in hell I would have allowed her out late at night to study solo. I wouldn’t dream of stopping her, even though my alpha instincts could be a pain and demand that. No, instead I would simply follow and study with her, fetch her drinks and bask in her presence.

Keeping my eyes on the equations I was supposed to be studying was proving a gargantuan task, but I was doing it. The possibility she would notice me constantly looking and think me creepy was a pretty potent motivator.

As I was reading the same page for probably the eighth time, someone next to me cleared their throat.

My head shot up, and I came face-to-face with the omega I had been doing my best to ignore. I pulled out an earbud, my heart hammering with excitement at the prospect of talking to her.

“Hi!” The word blurted out of my mouth before I could even take a second to think.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, but can I plug this in here?” she asked sweetly, and holy fuck, her voice was like honey. I wanted to hear it again.

“Excuse me?”

“The power outlet on my table is broken, and yours is the nearest to mine, is that okay?” she asked, glancing at the two outlets on my desk, one that was charging my laptop, the other unused.

I wanted to bang my head against the table. I’d been so distracted, mentally rolling around in the sweetness of her scent and voice, that I hadn’t noticed her holding up a phone charger. Or heard what she’d originally asked, for that matter.

“Of course,” I said, pulling a few of my textbooks out of the way.

At my answer, she graced me with a dazzling smile that made my stomach turn over with nerves. What on earth was happening to me? Usually, I didn’t turn into a mess from a single smile!

The omega leaned forward, plugging in her charger. The cable was long, so it would easily extend to her desk. As she bent over the outlet, her scent hit me like a physical blow. The strong, sweet florals made my mouth water with desire.

I needed to say something, to engage her in conversation before she retreated back to her studying and I lost my chance. There were so many potential conversation starters that ran through my brain, but none of them seemed appropriate.

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