Chapter 17
Parker smells like salted caramel. It’s another surprisingly sweet scent, but the salt in his is strong, much stronger than his twin’s.
Now that I’ve been with Parker longer than just a few minutes, it’s very obvious how different he is from his brother.
Where Paxton is sweet to the bone and quiet because he’s a little bit shy, Parker is quiet because he’s observing everyone around him.
There’s a stillness to him that I don’t notice in his brother, like Parker is firm in any decision he makes and doesn’t want or need anyone else’s opinion on the matter.
Paxton is confident in his own way, but there’s a frenetic energy around him that highlights his every emotion.
It would be interesting to see how they interact when they’re together.
“So did you and Paxton grow up around here?” I didn’t really spend enough time with Paxton to learn much about him, and I’m curious about these sexy twins.
We’ve migrated to a small private study room on the first floor that I booked this morning.
It’s just big enough for a tiny table and chairs, and with how late it is, it feels very intimate.
Parker stretches, showing off a strip of toned stomach where his black polo shirt rides up.
The all black uniform looks criminally good against his angelic looks, and the silver hoop through his nostril really amps it up.
My mouth waters with the urge to lick him, but I ignore it.
Now is not the time or the place to melt into a horny puddle of omega.
“Sort of. We grew up in Maryland with our parents and younger sister but once we came out here to go to college our parents fell in love with Sunday Harbor and decided to move out here with us.”
“Wow. And your sister was okay with that? How old is she?”
His smile is full of pride as he talks about his sister, and it endears me to him even more.
I had my cousin, but I always wished I had an older brother to tag along with around the ranch.
“She just turned seventeen, and selfishly I hope she chooses to go here for school so we can keep an eye on her.”
“I always wished for siblings growing up,” I sigh wistfully.
“My cousin Maisie is a year older than me and we grew up together, but when she would go home at night it was just me and my parents, and I don’t know.
I guess that was kind of lonely. We lived out in the middle of nowhere so it’s not like there were other kids around to play with, you know?
Your sister is lucky to have both of you. ”
He laughs, the sound like gravel. “I appreciate that, even though I doubt she thinks so most of the time. I actually think we’re closer now than we were growing up.
Probably because we don’t live together.
” He turns to me, dropping his chin into his hand.
“But enough about me. Tell me about you. You’re obviously not from here. ”
I flutter my eyelashes dramatically, turning my accent up to eleven. “Why, whatever would make you think that?”
“You’re such a brat.” Parker smirks, but there’s a distinctly affectionate look in his eyes that makes me flush all over. My panties are completely soaked, and I can only hope they’re as effective at blocking scent as the package claimed.
“I was born and raised in Georgia in the tiniest little one-horse town, and I miss it every day.” A wash of homesickness hits suddenly, and it takes considerable effort to stop myself from tearing up.
“Do you regret moving so far away for school?” There’s no judgement in his tone, only curiosity.
My mind wanders to Paxton and McKenzie as my eyes roam over the handsome alpha in front of me.
A week ago, my answer might have been yes.
But now? That feeling from my very first day on campus, like I’m right where I’m meant to be, comes back stronger than ever, and I shake my head, repeating my thoughts out loud.
“I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. ”
Parker’s breath hitches and he leans forward, scent getting richer as it fills the room.
One smooth, long-fingered hand cups my cheek.
Rich, salty caramel invades my senses and clouds my mind as my panties lose the battle against my slick, filling the air with my own apples and honey. “Can I kiss you, Posey?”
I don’t think, just nod. And then his lips are on mine in the sweetest, softest kiss. I went from never been kissed to kissed by two different guys in the same week, and it feels incredible. My omega pushes forward in my mind, begging me to get closer. And for once, I don’t fight my instincts.
I scramble into his lap, our lips never parting as my legs straddle his muscular thighs. Parker is built similarly to his twin, but there’s a bulk to Parker that tells me he likely spends a fair amount of time in the gym. He groans into the kiss, a rattling, rusty purr starting up in his chest.
“Fuck, Posey. You’re killing me here,” he pants.
A high pitched whine rings out around us, and it takes several seconds before I realize the sound is coming from me. My body is on fire, like someone cranked the temperature up in the library. It almost feels like…
Parker curses, hands cupping my cheeks. “You’re burning up, flower. How can I help?”
Another whine slips out, this one more insistent when I scoot closer and brush against what feels like an intimidatingly large erection.
“I don’t know what’s happening. I just had a heat, I shouldn’t…
” a cramp hits, pulling a whimper from my throat.
More slick leaks out of me, soaking through my panties and wetting my thighs.
“Goddamn. Alright, flower. Arms around my neck and hold on tight.”
I do as he says, closing my eyes as another cramp and a sudden wave of dizziness makes the room spin.
When I open them again, we’re in a dark space filled with shelves.
The air is musty and warm, and the ceiling is much lower than the rest of the building.
It feels cozy and close and that calms my omega for the time being.
It takes a moment, but I finally manage to make my tongue work enough to ask where we are.
“We’re in the archives. Nobody ever comes down here except for me and Harold, and he isn’t here tonight, so we’ll have privacy until we can handle this wave and get you somewhere safe.”
“It hurts, Parker.” A single tear slides down my cheek, and the alpha melts, tucking my face into his neck as he leans against a tall shelf.
There’s barely any light down here and while it soothes my omega, she’s also upset that we can’t see this alpha, our alpha, clearly.
Mama’s theory about scent matches swirls around my mind, making more sense the longer I spend in Parker’s presence.
The neighbors note said M, P, P, and J. If three of those alphas are McKenzie, Paxton, and Parker, who is J?
All thought flies out of my mind when I feel masculine fingers graze my panties under my skirt. My heart is racing, terrified I am going to have to go through another heat, but then Parker asks, “Can I touch you, Posey?”
I nod frantically, bucking my hips into his touch as some of the panic melts away, replaced with apprehension. I know the polite thing to do would be to warn him I’ve never done any of this before, but I’m too afraid he’ll stop and I need this.
“Such a good omega,” he purrs. Those long fingers circle my clit through my panties making me cry out.
He flips us around and my back hits the shelf.
In any other situation it would be uncomfortably distracting to feel the cold metal digging into my back, but all I can focus on now is the warm hand pressed firmly over my mouth.
“We’re alone down here for now, but if you can’t keep quiet you’ll lead someone right to us.
I don’t want anyone but me and my… brother seeing you like this.
” In any other situation I would have noticed the way he paused, but I can’t focus on anything other than quenching the heat burning me from the inside out.
A burst of fresh perfume explodes out of me and Parker moans, his hips stuttering. “Jesus. Your scent…” he looks down at me, blue eyes shining in the dark. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?”
In a few smooth movements, he hikes me up, hooks one of my knees over his shoulder, and quickly does the same with the other one so he’s face to face with my slick soaked panties.
Parker inhales deeply, groaning as he bites down gently on my clit through the material.
I let out a keening whine, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Cool air brushes my clit and I open my eyes, startled.
Apparently while I was lost in the pleasure of his bite, Parker ripped my panties off leaving me bare under my skirt.
His eyes sparkle. “You make the most delicious sounds, flower. Let’s see how many more I can get you to make before we get caught. ”
The thought of getting caught only makes me hotter, and my hips rock against his face as he laps at my clit.
I give in to the urge I’ve been fighting since he first kissed me and thread my fingers into his soft hair.
It’s long enough on the top to hold on to, and I have a feeling playing with his hair is going to be a new obsession.
His tongue circles my clit before dipping into my core, drinking down each new gush of slick that pours out of me.
“Fuck,” he moans, placing kisses along the inside of my thighs as he nuzzles at my overheated skin.
“I think I’m addicted to the way you taste.
I’m going to need this every day, flower. ”
“Yes, alpha.” I whimper.
When one finger spears into my core, I jump. It’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Supposedly omegas feel less pain during their first time, but with how big Parker is? I don’t see how he’ll even fit, let alone how it won’t hurt.
“Hey. Come back to me, Posey.” I don’t realize my eyes are squeezed shut or that my breathing has doubled in speed until Parker draws my attention down, concern evident on his face even in the dim light of the archives. “Are you okay?”
I nod, taking a deep breath and holding it before exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry. I got in my head for a minute. I’m not…” my cheeks flame. “I’ve never done this before. I just started wondering if it would hurt and then… I’m sorry.”
The heat in my body is still there, simmering just under my skin, but my mortification seems to have tempered it a bit. At least for a brief moment. Parker lowers me carefully to my feet and makes sure I’m steady before he cups my face in both of his hands. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod, praying he can see so I don’t have to answer out loud. I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed, plenty of omegas save themselves for their future packs. It’s not as common now as it was in my parent’s day, but still.
His forehead presses to mine, minty breath blowing across my face in harsh pants. “Your first time having sex is not going to be in some dusty library archives, flower.” He pauses. “Are you still feeling needy?”
My head bobs again, embarrassment clogging my throat.
“Okay, I have an idea. Think you can stay clear enough for me to get us out of here?”
“I can try.”
A smile lights up his handsome face and he presses a featherlight kiss to my lips, probably trying to avoid riling me up again before we get wherever he’s trying to take us. “Atta girl.”