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“You don’t want to have sex.” My voice trembles. I hate it. Hate the lump lodged in my throat and the burn in my chest. I pinch my eyes closed, though a tear escapes, tracking down my cheek.
Sawyer brushes it away. The softness of his touch hurts. “Baby, I would love nothing more than to fuck you, but I want to do this right.”
My eyelids flutter open. “You want to have sex with me?” I ask with a sniff.
He brings his other hand up and cups my face, caressing his thumbs along my cheeks. “More than you know.” The earnestness in his tone tells me it’s true. “But our agreement was that I teach you how to be a pack omega, and that means more than sex.”
My exhale is shaky. “What do we do, then?”
Chapter Six
SAWYER
Instincts are riding me hard. Liv is standing there in my shirt, smelling like me, and asking me what we do. She was ready to let me fuck her, and fuck if I didn’t consider it. But Liv is a virgin, and if I knot her on date one, I might scare her off. My gaze strays to where the hem of my shirt caresses her thighs, and a deep purr reverberates around the room.
My cock pulses. God, she’d look so pretty bent over. I step toward her, reaching, but at the last second, I wrangle control of myself.Get it together, Sawyer. I swallow hard, forcing my eyes to move to the couch. The plan was to have a cute movie night, but I don’t know how I’m going to be able to share a cushion with her without throwing her down and driving into her. With the guys out of the house, I’m struggling to find a reason not to fuck her on fake date number one.
“Are you okay? Your eyes are dilated and your chest is rumbling...” She trails off and chews on her lip. “Are you mad?”
This sweet, innocent omega. My pack would love her. “No, baby. I’m not mad. Just fighting for control.”
“Interesting. I didn’t think alphas went into ruts without their omega’s scent.” She digs in her purse and pulls out a small notebook, flipping it open and clicking a pen.
“Are you taking notes?”
She blinks and glances at me. “How else am I supposed to remember everything?”
“Fair point.” I breathe in deep, realize there’s something missing, and frown. A vital part of her omeganess is absent. Her scent. “Are you on suppressants?”
“I’m taking scent control. It blocks scent receptors and my pheromone production.”
I rear back. “You can’t smell me?” Why am I so offended by that? The other night, I marked her. I assumed she would be able to scent me.
“No. Or food. Or candles or anything, really.”
“That sounds miserable.”
She shrugs, cheeks turning pink. “It’s fine,” she murmurs, pen scratching over her paper as she finishes her thoughts. Liv shuts the notebook and slips the pen into the spirals at the top. “I...I’m also on heat control.” Chewing on her lip, she shoots a worried glance in my direction. Like I might be judging her.
I’m not. Part of me is excited as hell at the prospect of being not only her first, but also being able to help her through her first unmedicated heat. But I’d never ask her to stop the heat control. That’s a choice she has to make. As far as the scent control, though...
“You should stop taking the scent control.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I’d rather not.”
“Part of learning to be with a pack is understanding how your scent can change the dynamic. How it can drive an alpha mad. Soothe a beta. Put a smile on your packmate’s face. Besides, lesson two was going to be about scent marking.”
Sighing, she nods. “You make a good point. For science.”
“Yeah, science,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
“So...if we’re not going to fuck, what are we going to do?”
She really needs to stop sayingfuck.
Down, boy.
Right. I clear my throat and gesture toward the couch. “May I introduce you to a lesson in cuddling?”
