Page 13 of Cost of Courting

The woman in my arms is all woman. There are curves and a weight to her that makes me want to drag her into the shower with me and lick her clean.

And that’s when the scent, her omega scent that she didn’t ever have when I knew her, hits me. It’s familiar and, painfully, exactly where we’d surmised it came from. Funnily enough, we’d almost talked ourselves into believing it wasn’t here. It was in our imagination.

Yet, here it is, smacking me in the face.

A scent that I want to roll in, lick off her skin. A scent so powerful my cock twitches in my pants, begging me to drag her inside by her hair and knot her. My mouth waters.

Blueberry cobbler. It used to be our favourite. I haven’t had it in years. But the memory has haunted me.

Suddenly, I want it again.

“Selene Fisher, do you have something you want to tell me?”

I lean down and inhale deeply, smiling as the scent intensifies.

She stomps down as hard as she can on my instep, smiles, and tells me to drop dead.

It’s so good to be home.

Chapter four

Selene

This asshole.

I seethe, locked in his arms while he uncovers the secret I’ve kept from them for years.

“You’re an omega.”

The wonder and joy of discovery irritates me like nothing else. I shove my elbow into him, but it does absolutely nothing. His grey eyes gleam at me, like he’s really happy, and that’s just not fair.

I bare my teeth. “No shit, Sherlock. First time?”

He throws back his head and laughs but swings me to the ground. Luna is gone, but half our neighbours are out on their lawns watching our argument. As soon as I have my feet under me again, I try to take off, but he grips my wrist and anchors me to the spot.

Unbeknownst to us, Mr Match, a man who is in his eighties and watched us grow up, walks past, tip tapping his walking stick. I pray for him not to notice, but he stops, shuffles towards us, and rubs his eyes.

“Is that you, Edric, Edric Graves? Oh, my sun and stars, how have you been, boy?”

“Sure is, Match! I’m great, so glad to be home!”

Edric doesn’t let go of me. No, he just tows me towards Mr Match and gives the old man a one-armed embrace.

“Welcome home, kiddo. And I see you boys are up to the same games you used to get up to.” He waggles his eyebrows and jerks his chin in my direction, setting his wrinkles wobbling.

I scowl.

“I’m not a boy, and I’m not playing,” I spit out venomously and instantly regret it because Mr Match isn’t the one I’m really angry at.

Edric snickers and squeezes me closer.

“I’m old, but I’m not old enough to mistake you as a boy, Selene Fisher.”

I feel a blush heat across my cheeks, and that is entirely Edric’s fault. Yeah, it’s never been more evident than it is right now with me in his arms that I’m not a guy. There’s a certain length pressed into my hip that is making my mouth water and bringing on all kinds of panic flares.

“You’d make the cutest little alpha,” Edric purrs at me.

I snap my teeth but refuse to look at him, lest he drag anymore of my secrets out of me.

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