Pucked On Ice
The way his body had responded tonight, the way his scent had thickened when he got hard, the way even a trace of blood carried pheromones strong enough to make an Alpha like me lose focus.
I took another long sip, staring at my reflection in the dark glass. If he really was an Omega, even a suppressed or late-presenting one, then getting close to him was dangerous. Omegas in heat or even just emotionally stirred could flood the air with pheromones that hit Alphas like a drug. And that blood… fuck, his blood seemed to concentrate it. One drop at sight and I’d already felt that pull tonight, that sudden urge to taste, to claim, to bury myself in him until he stopped pretending he was straight
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