Page 4 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Holding each other's hands, we let ourselves get lost in the heavy music, swaying our hips. Beth immediately caught the attention of a few guys—she always did, even though she rarely entertained their advances.

After the first dance, we went to grab a drink, two fruity cocktails that Beth had picked out. They were sweet and didn’t taste like alcohol, so they got a nod of approval from me. I much preferred sweet alcohol over sour or bitter.

By the time we were on our fourth dance, the alphas had started to approach Beth, asking her to dance. I nodded enthusiastically when she looked at me, her features torn. She didn’t want to leave me, but it was obvious she liked one of the guys by the way her gaze kept returning to him.

“I’ll go grab us drinks,” I shouted, making sure I kept my smile plastered on as I turned back to the bar, wading my way through the gyrating bodies.

“Hey.” I smiled at the bartender. “Can I get two waters, please?”

They smiled at me, taking my order, despite the throng of people.

There were occasionally perks to being an omega. Don’t get me wrong, they were few and far between, but I may as well take advantage when I could.

The bartender placed the two bottles of water in front of me, and I grabbed my wallet to pay. Before I could even pull my card out of its holder, a man's arm extended in front of me, tapping his own card against the reader, paying for my drinks.

Then it hit me. That scent. Fresh rain—clean, sharp, and bright. It was comforting and exciting all at once. I wanted to curl up in that scent…and also lick the owner.

Turning, I was met with a familiar face.

The alpha from the hockey rink.

“What a pleasant surprise running into you again,” he said, his smooth voice making my insides flip-flop.

Leaning close to him, all I could think about was his scent. In such a large room, full of overpowering scents, his was almost an anchor. My omega screamed at me to cling on to it and never let go.

“Are you stalking me?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Was it wrong to kind of want him to be stalking me? Because anyone who smelled that good could definitely follow me around.

My inner omega was hormonal and a pain in my butt.

“I'm not. Are you stalking me?” he asked, beaming at me.

“Nope, just enjoying a night out.”

“That makes sense. Someone as beautiful as you doesn’t need to do any stalking. All you have to do is smile at a guy, and he'll be at your beck and call.”

I snorted. “That's not quite how it works, but thank you for the compliment.”

Sparing a glance at the bottles on the counter in front of me, he gave me a chastising look. “I thought you’re supposed to be enjoying a night out? So, why the water? Let me get you something tastier.”

I shook my head. “My friend and I have been dancing. We need to hydrate. Maybe after.” Taking in his smirk, I smiled back. It was impossible not to. This alpha was dragging me into his orbit, his scent calling to me like omega crack.

“Maybe I can join you for a dance?”

Usually, I would say no. I despised it when alphas ground up against me on the dance floor. It was uncomfortable and annoying, and they typically got too handsy for my liking. Being surrounded by mediocre or downright repulsive scents was nauseating.

With this alpha, every one of my instincts was demanding I let him get handsy. A simple smile from him, and my panties were getting damp.

I needed to get a new vibrator if I was this desperate after a few smiles.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” I said, grabbing the waters and heading back to the dance floor. His presence behind me was palpable as he followed, hot on my heels.

I quickly located Beth, who pulled away from several guys she was dancing with, batting their hands away as she gratefully reached for the bottle of water, downing it in several gulps.

“Who’s this?” she asked, eyeing the alpha behind me.

“A friend…” I told her with a knowing smirk.

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