Page 114 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
In the air.
My nose twitches.
My blood heats.
Before I even realize what it is.
Burned fucking caramel.
Deeper. Stronger. Sweeter.
Fuuuuccckkkk.
My eyes flick to Connor.
His spine stiffens. His eyes darken.
Axel’s grip on the omega tightens, becomes more possessive, and his kiss grows hungry.
Fuck!
Angel signals to the rest of us and we all know what that means. We’re anchoring up in fucking record time.
My hands shake as I lash down the sails, salt water spraying in my eyes.
“This can’t be right,” Connor mumbles under his breath.
But an omega’s scent never lies.
And, shit, her scent. So sweet!
When the anchor’s dropped and we’re bobbing on the water, we turn our attention back to the omega. Axel’s carried her over to the long bench of cushioned seats at the front of the boat. She’s curled up beside him, mewing and pawing at him like a cat in heat.
It can’t be. So close to the last.
But fuck I hope it is.
All I want is to show her how good this can be. How good it should be.
The shore’s a distant strip of land, the sea a glimmering mirror, the sky a never-ending expanse. It’s just the seven of us and the big blue sea.
Axel looks up at us.
“This shouldn’t be happening.”
“Her hormones are a fucking mess,” Silver says, “it could be.”
Axel turns back to the omega, who’s attempting to suck on his neck, her hands inside his shirt. He takes her chin in his hand and lifts her face to look up into his.
“Omega,” he says. “Are you … are you going into heat?”
Her eyes go in and out of focus.
“Heat?”
“Is this your heat?” Connor says gently, sitting on her other side.
She stares into Axel’s pupils. “No,” she says, “at least…”
