Chapter 23 #2
“I’m sorry!” he whispers, chest heaving as he looks seconds away from pissing himself. That’s right motherfucker. Fear me. “Nova left this.” He holds up a piece of clothing.
“Want to tell me why the fuck you have this in the first place. Why the fuck are you—”
And that's when I notice it. The scent of English toffee hits me like a fucking freight train. I grunt, my head spins, and my limbs go heavy. My pulse picks up, racing like a beating drum, as my cock, my god damn cock, goes stiffer than stone.
No. No. No. Fucking no!
My nostrils flare wildly, as the hand holding the gun shakes. With every breath I take, I breathe more and more of his scent in.
I groan in pleasure. What the fuck is wrong with me? This cannot be happening. There’s no way this pretty-boy cop is my scent match. I refuse to believe it. No.
It’s too much. You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Nick,” he says my name with caution, like he’s trying to tame a wild animal. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
Why isn’t he reacting the same way? How the fuck is he just standing there calmly?
Maybe calm isn’t the right word, because he still looks terrified, but he’s not having a big life altering moment like I am.
Maybe he isn’t my scent match, maybe something else is wrong. Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying. I don’t wanna die with a fucking boner.
Fuck!
“What the fuck have you done to me?” I growl, jaw clenched as I press the barrel of the gun harder against his forehead.
“I didn’t do anything, I promise. Trust me, this isn’t what I was expecting either.”
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I snarl. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop making me feel whatever the fuck is going on inside me right now.”
I’m grasping at straws, refusing to believe the obvious. It was the same with Nova, but this time I don’t have the urge to kidnap him and make him mine.
“I can’t help it,” he says, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“You knew?” I ask slowly.
His eyes grow with panic. “Y-yes.”
“How long?” I roar.
“I found out when I brought Nova in for questioning.”
“Weeks!” I step closer. Bad move, Nick.
Fuck, he smells so good. So fucking good. My mouth is watering, my cock is throbbing. God, I want to bury my cock deep inside his ass and make him scream my name as I stuff him with my knot.
What the fuck was that? Like fuck I want to do any of that. I’m straight. I like pussy. Nova’s pussy. I don’t like men. Never in my life have I been attracted to one.
So why do I want to know what he sounds like when he’s gagging on my cock?
I’m scent matched to a man. A fucking man.
I’m having an existential crisis right now, and I don’t know what to do.
My head is a mess, so many conflicting emotions are flooding my body. But the one thing that stays to the front of my mind is the fact that this man is a cop. A cop who’s trying to put my family and me behind bars.
In a snap decision, I grab him by the arm, catching him off guard as I pull him to me. Wrapping my arms around him, I press the gun to his temple. “Make a fucking sound and I’ll kill you,” I growl.
He nods his head, whimpering.
The sound hits me, creating more conflicting emotions. I say I’m going to hurt him, but everything in me screams not to.
It’s Nova all over again.
Who the fuck did I piss off in a past life for this to keep happening to me?
I try to ignore the fact that his ass is bumping against my cock as I manhandle him off the front step and toward the garage.
He whimpers, but this time I don’t think it’s in fear. His perfume starts to come off him in strong waves, making my fucking eyes roll back.
God damn it!
“Stop that!” I bark as I throw the door open, pushing him inside.
“I can’t help it.”
Slamming the door shut, I shove him away from me. “This can’t be fucking happening right now.”
“Nick.”
“Don’t!” I snap, chest heaving as I step closer to him.
He doesn’t flinch, standing firm as he lifts his chin at me. Who the fuck does he think he is? “No one asked for this,” he states. “I sure as fuck didn’t. But it’s our reality and the sooner we face it, the sooner we can accept it.”
I let out a cruel laugh. “Accept it? Are you fucking stupid? There’s nothing to accept, Tucker.
You are the cop who’s trying to lock my family up.
You think that just because you’re my scent match, I’m magically going to forget that?
No.” I shake my head. “I can’t risk it. I can’t risk you poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. I won’t let you fuck everything up.”
“I dropped the case the moment I found out we were scent matched,” he insists. “I’m not investigating you anymore.”
“You think I’m going to believe that? I’m not fucking stupid, Detective Davis,” I chuckle, walking towards him.
“You’re a cop, I’m a criminal. This would never work.
Also, I don’t like men, I’m not the Alpha you need.
It doesn’t matter anyway. I think the best choice is to put you down right here, right now.
Problem solved.” I lift the gun again, hating how much my hand is shaking.
Tucker backs up, arms raised in a pleading gesture. “Don’t do this, Nick. Just give me a chance, please?”
“Fuck no.” I shake my head. “If I give you a chance, I risk my family.”
“I’m not going to do anything!” he shouts. “I promise.”
He falls back, his back hitting the hood of my car with a grunt.
Leaning up on his arms, he stares at me. “I’m your Omega.” The broken words do something to my heart, clawing at my chest.
I want it to stop. To all fucking stop.
“Nova is my Omega,” I growl, stepping between his legs, pressing the gun to his forehead. “She’s all that I need.”
“She will never forgive you for this,” Tucker pleads. “She knows. Ian knows. Will knows.”
Betrayal hits me harder than his scent did just moments ago. My whole fucking pack knew I had another Omega and didn’t fucking tell me?
“Nova and I, we were going to tell you together. I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on falling for her either. But I thought... I thought because you were my Alpha, it would be okay.”
“I’m not your Alpha,” I deny through gritted teeth, but even as I say the words, they don’t feel true.
Every second that goes by, I feel myself losing more and more of my grip on reality. I need to kill him now before my Alpha instincts take over. Everything inside me is screaming to make him feel better, to fuck him, rut him, bite him. To make him mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My nostrils flare as I close my eyes tightly.
I’m losing it. Do it, Nick. End him. Now!
Opening my eyes, I stare down at his terrified, blue ones. “Please,” he whispers. “Please, Alpha. Don’t do this. Don’t kill me, I’m begging you.”
“Fuck!” I shout as I toss the gun to the ground.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I lunge forward and wrap my hands around his neck.
“Fuck you for coming into our lives. Fuck you for sneaking around with my Omega. Fuck you for being my scent match. I hate you,” I snarl, an inch from his face. “I fucking hate you.”
My lips are on his in the next second, a pure feral growl ripping from my chest as I kiss this man, this Omega, my Omega, with pure fucking loathing and lust. With passion and hatred.
It’s messy, all tongue and teeth, growling and grunting, Tucker’s whimpering and whining as he arches off the hood of the car and into me.
His scent invades my senses, and the moment I feel his cock rub against mine, I snap. I’m no longer in control, and I just pray by the end of whatever it is that’s about to happen, I don’t hate myself.