Chapter 14
I’ve been trying to come up with a plan to “accidentally” run in to Posey all weekend, and so far I have come up with exactly nothing.
I don’t know her class schedule, who her friends are, or what she does for fun besides crochet, so other than knocking on her front door and begging her to give me the time of day, I’m at a loss for ideas.
Now it’s Monday, and I have classes all day.
So even more time until I can meet her. It doesn’t help that my first class of the day is with Jude, who’s been even more of a raging alphahole than normal.
I get that he has some weird hangup over omegas right now, but to completely dismiss Posey after only meeting her once is extreme, even for him.
Wait, she’s in one of Jude’s classes!
Holy shit, I can’t believe I forgot about that. I wonder which class it is. Maybe I can transfer into that class? This is a prerequisite I’ve been putting off for way too long, but I would spend another entire semester here if it meant getting more time with my future wife.
As soon as I walk into my morning bio class, I smell her. Apples and honey with a potent undertone that screams mine. This is Jude’s first class of the day, so I know the scent is fresh. Which means she’s more than likely in this class with me.
Thank fucking god.
Sure enough, as soon as I look out into the room I spot my pink haired angel.
Immediately, I see that Pax did not do her justice.
She’s more than just beautiful, she’s fucking ethereal.
She draws the gaze of everyone around her without even trying, seeming completely oblivious to the attention she’s garnered by simply existing.
When I spot the open seat next to her, I scramble through the rows, desperate to reach that vacant chair before someone else can.
I’m aware that I probably look like a fucking lunatic, but ask me if I care.
None of these people matter to me. Not the teammates I see sitting on the opposite side of the back row looking at me like I just grew two heads, not the girl who made up a rumor about hooking up with me last year sitting in the front row, and not even Jude, whose frosty glare I can feel like ice on the back of my neck.
I couldn’t care less what they think of me. In this moment, all I can see is her.
When my ass hits the seat my breaths are coming in harsh pants like I just finished a marathon, but the smile on my face is so wide it hurts.
I did it. For a few seconds, all I can smell is my own heavy scent that exploded the moment I scented my omega.
I’m in damn good shape and normally wouldn’t be perspiring from such a short burst of exercise, but the anticipation of finally meeting Posey has had me in a cycle of anxious sweating all morning, which does nothing to disguise my heightened scent.
I’m about to offer an apology for not wearing or bringing scent blockers until I turn and see my girl staring at me with stars in her gorgeous blue eyes. And is that—-
Hooooly fuck.
Her scent is drowning us right now. Didn’t she just go through a heat less than a week ago? How is her scent so damn potent?
Someone behind us snickers quietly, and that seems to finally snap her out of whatever trance she was in. “You…I…woah,” she murmurs, cringing as an embarrassed flush colors her face and neck.
Suddenly all of the eyes on us don’t feel so harmless.
My alpha lets out a low, warning growl aimed at all of the guys seated around us, including Lucky, the school’s big shot quarterback and one of my best friends.
At this moment, my alpha isn’t capable of differentiating between friend and threat.
Not while Posey smells this fucking edible.
I’ll have to ask Jude about seating Lucky as far from her as possible.
Just in case.
Taking a chance, I raise one hand to cup her face and lean in so my words can only be heard by her. “Are you okay?”
She nods, then shakes her head. My precious girl seems so flustered, so I try another question. “Are you able to make it through class?” If she says no, I will get her out of here and somewhere she feels comfortable, but something tells me our omega doesn’t give up that easily.
Just a nod this time. I smile, stroking my thumb along her cheek with a featherlight touch. She shudders, making me feel ten feet tall. “Good girl,” I whisper.
She bites her lip and pulls away, forcing her attention back to the front of the room where Jude has finally got class to start.
The next hour is absolute torture. Posey keeps sneaking peeks at me and every time our eyes meet, a fresh burst of honeyed fruit perfumes the air around us.
My cock has never been this hard for this long, and if I wasn’t so focused on my new obsession I would almost be worried about the lack of blood flow to my brain.
The moment class ends, I sit stone still until the room has cleared.
I know for a fact Jude’s next class isn’t until early this afternoon and this is usually when he goes home to eat and grade.
He glowers at us from the front of the room, but eventually gives up and storms out.
I’m sure I’ll pay for this stunt later, but for now I have an omega to meet.
Posey has been eerily quiet, to the point where I’m almost afraid to startle her in case she’s lost in her head. “Hey, pretty girl. You alright? I didn’t think a crowded classroom was the best place to talk, but—mmhf.”
Her lips are on mine with no warning, and I groan into her mouth when I taste her for the first time.
Somehow she tastes even better than she smells, which doesn’t seem like it should be possible.
My fingers thread through her soft pink hair, dragging her even closer as my tongue licks into her mouth.
Time slows as we make out and it takes every ounce of self control I have not to take her right here.
But then I remember even if I could, I don’t know how and it cools me off real fast.
I pull back but stay close enough to share breath as we pant in unison. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, hi. I’m McKenzie.”
She bites her bottom lip, a shy smile threatening to break free. “McKenzie. I’m Posey. It’s nice to meet you.”
I don’t know what compelled me to give her my full name and not the nickname everyone else knows me by, but now I’m damn glad I did. Hearing my name on those luscious lips is likely going to send me into cardiac arrest.
But what a way to go.
“Posey.” My mouth forms the word, but no sound comes out.
I’ve said her name so many times in my head, it almost feels like repeating it out loud will break some magical spell.
Like I’ll wake up and this will all have been an illusion or the best dream I’ve ever had.
“Has anyone ever told you that you smell like heaven?”
That tantalizing blush heats her cheeks again. “No. But you smell,” she inhales deeply and lets it out in a long sigh. “You smell like cotton candy.”
My heart beats double time, suddenly terrified she’s going to hate my scent. “Is that a good thing?”
She nods, biting her lip. “A very good thing.” Relief fills me. The blush travels further down her neck, making me tilt my head. I don’t know how I know, but there’s a distinctly embarrassed tinge to her scent that drives my alpha crazy with the urge to fix it. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing!” She chirps.
“Pretty girl…”
“Fine,” she groans, dropping her face into her hands. “I practically just mauled you before even learning your name. I’m embarrassed.”
My brain bypasses my mouth completely. “Well yeah, that’s normal when you’re…
” I trail off, catching myself before I can let it slip that we’re scent matches.
Maybe easing her into this won’t be as easy as I thought since I clearly can’t keep my mouth shut.
I clear my throat. “When you meet someone as handsome as me, obviously.” I’m praying she doesn’t notice my slip of the tongue.
Posey giggles, the sound making something in my gut clench.
A purr kicks up in my chest, surprising me, but not in a bad way.
I always assumed when I purred for the first time it would feel strange or make me nervous, but purring for my scent match feels as natural as breathing.
And seeing the way her eyes light up? I’ll purr for her every waking second of the day if she wants.
Just as I decide to try kissing her again, my phone goes off.
“Damn it.” I mutter. That’s my practice alarm, which means I have about ten minutes to get to the batting cages before I’m late.
And being late means running bases until I hurl.
“I’m so sorry, Posey. I’ve got to get to practice, but can I get your number before I go?
I’m not sure I can last the two days before our next class without talking to you now that I’ve met you. ”
We exchange numbers and I kiss her one more time, cursing coach for scheduling off season practices. The entire walk to practice all I can focus on is Posey’s contact in my phone, and the tiny pink heart she put next to it.