Page 58 of Perfectly Naïve
“Just yourselves. Now, you go have fun.”
I know I haven’t fought off the warmth in my face when Nigel chuckles. Blushing is such an inconvenient biological response. Yes, I’m embarrassed, but that doesn’t mean my body’s adrenaline release makes any sense. How is alerting the people around you to your discomfort a logical self-preservation instinct?
I shake my head to clear it and climb out of the passenger seat. “Um, bye.”
His good-natured laughter follows me up the walkway, where a smiling Wilder waits for me at the open door.
“Hey, sweetness. I’ve missed you.”
As silly as it sounds, that declaration soothes the residual ache in my chest from when I arrived home from London. Mother didn’t seem to care that I was gone, only that she hadlost her prop. It’s only been a few days since I last saw the pack, but truth be told, I felt like part of me was missing.
“I missed you too,” I reply, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Wilder glances behind him and grins, tugging the front door closed before taking a step toward me on the front porch. He stops close enough that his chest brushes against my breasts. He’s so tall, I have to crane my neck, my heart racing as his scent surrounds me.
Wilder slips his fingers into the hair at my nape, bends down, and inhales as he skims his nose along my cheek. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I let out a breathy sigh, loving the way my scent sweetens in response to his touch. “Wilder.” I’m not sure why I say it, or what I’m asking, only that I needed to say his name.
His mouth brushes against mine with featherlight touches as he speaks. “I could drown in your scent and die happy.”
I rise on my toes, pressing my lips to his, chasing the addictive pull of being in my alpha’s embrace. They’re softer than I thought they’d be. Full and perfect. My mouth opens with a sigh, and Wilder takes advantage. He sweeps his tongue against mine, angling my head back with his grip on my hair. My scent blooms around us, vanilla and honey mingling with caramel. Together, we smell like the sweetest, most sinful dessert. God, do I want to be sinful.
When I moan into his mouth, Wilder’s chest rumbles with approval, but as he presses a knee between my thighs, grazing my aching center, the door opens.
“You will not make our omega come on the front porch where anyone can see.”
My eyes fly open and land on Hayes, who stands with his arms crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised. Then what he said finally registers. Wilder and I are standing on their front porch, in the middle of the day, in a populated neighborhood.I’m moaning like an omega in heat, and families could be walking by with their kids on the way to the park.
“You’re such a fucking cockblock.” Wilder groans, breaking the kiss but not letting me go. He wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me one last time before sandwiching me between his chest and his twin’s. “Take a good long pull of her scent and tell me you don’t want to bend our beautiful genius over the porch railing and fill her needy pussy.”
Hayes's eyes flash with desire and a warning. “She deserves better than that for her first time.” To me, he says, “Why don’t you come inside, vixen? Sawyer and Liam are almost ready to go. Do you need a snack before we leave?”
Providing for their omega is instinctual for an alpha. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be doted on rather than chastised. It’s...nice. More than nice. One simple question has me feeling like I’m filled with helium and about to float away.
“I’m okay. Thanks, though, big guy.”
A rumble vibrates through Hayes when I go up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste at first, but Hayes cups my face and deepens it, his lips claiming mine with the intensity I’m coming to associate with the gruff alpha. His thumbs sweep over my cheeks, marking me with his scent.
“Fuck,” he curses, pulling himself away.
“Yeah, it’s not so easy to control yourself, is it?” Wilder teases.
“Let’s get her inside.” Hayes shoots a warning look at his twin, wraps my hand in his, and tugs me through the door and into their home. “Are you thirsty?”
Sweet man.
“I’m fine. I promise.” Maybe a little tired. My mind has been spinning whenever I’m alone. Between trying to puzzle out whatever kink is keeping our research from success, andeverything with the guys, I’ve been lying awake in bed way too late each night. After Sawyer showed up at Henry’s, I’ve been trying to decide how to broach the subject of my relationship with his best friend.
I suppose that’s something Sawyer and the guys and I should discuss together.
“Hey, Liv.” Liam’s smile is blinding as he gets off the couch and walks toward me. He tugs me away from Wilder and Hayes and wraps me in a tight hug. His blueberry scent blends with Hayes’s and Wilder’s scents, and it takes all of my willpower not to climb the sexy beta and rub against him. Between the four of them, I’m overloaded with pheromones and hormones on a regular basis. It’s easier to control my outward reactions the longer I go without the scent control, but my biological reactions?
There’s no controlling those.
Liam groans, resting his forehead against mine as my scent thickens. “You’re killing me, Olivia.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I can’t control it. Omegas are physiologically programmed to react to compatible alphas and betas to encourage productive mating groups.”
