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“So do you.” Her lips twitch and the slightly nervous look fades into the sweetest smile.

It hits me, then. This woman is an omega.

My omega.

Holy shit.

I’ve never dealt with scent-sympathy before. It’s a total mindfuck. I can kind of understand why my brothers lost their fucking minds with the demon spawn. My thoughts feel like sand slipping through my fingers, and it’s impossible to think beyond alpha brain.

Do I ask her out? Take her home to meet my pack? Knot her right here in the satin aisle? She smells like I could bite right into her and taste the sweet. It’s fogging my head fast.

A thought wiggles its way into my head, desperate to be heard over the impulses screaming at me to touch and taste and sate, but it flits away before I can grab hold. Fear’s there too, the undercurrent that rules my life. This woman being my pack’s omega is a one-way street to future pain if she leaves, but I’m already sure I can’t walk away.

For the first time in my adult life, I feel like I’m part of the world.Herworld. And I don’t want to give that up.

She lifts onto her toes, and it’s second nature to wrap hands around her hips and lift. I about die when she rubs our cheeks together, covering me in her scent. My chest rumbles again, and she wiggles into my embrace.

Oh, god. It’s not a rumble, it’s a purr. I’m fuckingpurring.

Gently, I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, tipping her chin so I can finally see her face. Pink cheeks and a cute button nose, skin littered with freckles. Deep blue eyes rimmed with lashes and all that perfect curly hair creating a cacophony on her head.

“My omega is so fucking pretty,” I mumble, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip absently.

Her nose flares, and she tilts closer like she’s not in charge of her body, eyes swallowed by black when she scents me.“Alpha.”

The title drops between us like a grenade, and I’m sunk. We forget about the tower of fabric as she loops her legs around my body, nose rooting for more of my scent. I’ve got palmfuls of her ass, her hot body pressed into the shelves and a hard-on to end all hard-ons.

Rut her here. Show everyone she’s yours.

“Oh, I shouldn’t like that,” she breathes, head falling back as I drag my tongue along her collarbone. Why is she so fucking sweet? I can’t get enough.

“Why not?” I’m committed to seeing if she tastes this good everywhere. Yep, shoulder’s just as delicious.

“You’re an alpha. Not really doing them at the moment.”

“Glad to be your exception.” I lift enough to grin, but her scent sharpens, sweet need betraying something so obvious I want to kick myself for not realizing sooner. “Oh, fuck. You’re in heat.”

“No, I’m not,” she grunts, diving for me with a grumble.

Uh, the literal sweat on her skin says otherwise. As does my urge toconsumeher. Knot her good and show her how well I’ll protect our babies.

Alpha impulses are insane. How do my brothers function like this all the time?

“Kitten…” She’s grinding her hips into mine and it feels so good my hips kick to get closer. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?”

“We’re in the middle of a store.”

“And?” Her little frown is so adorable, I can’t stand it. A hand creeps into the waistband of my pants andoh god, I need help.If she touches me, I’m going to knot her against the stacks. Fuck being in public.

Thinking quick, I walk to what I pray is a blind spot and caging her in. My hand is comically large against the back of her neck when I set her on her feet and spin until she’s face first in the smooth fabric. I think she’ll balk, but this sweet omega melts under my touch and I reward her with a slow lick up her neck that makes us both shudder.

One little nip and she’s alllll yours.

“I’m trying to control myself, but you’re making it very difficult. Are you having a heat spike?” My voice is low. Rough. Commanding her to answer.

“No heat. Touch, please.”