5. Harmony
Harmony
I can’t stop. His scent is so addictive that my head is spinning.
I’m used to people forcing their pheromones or perfume on me like the lily-scented omega I was running from. They all think they can just smother me and I’ll be theirs. But this is different.
It’s like every time I take a breath his scent winds through my body and goes straight to my core.
I induced a heat three weeks ago to make sure my cycle wouldn't interfere with my training. I have to schedule them around my films so I don't miss any days of work. But the way a simple touch from Jaxx spreads fire through my body makes me wish I hadn't taken them.
Because the second his moan vibrates through me, all I want is to give in to my omega senses and let him take me away. Especially when his fingers press into my thigh and creep upward.
Seeing Maddock earlier has completely thrown me off as well. Just one look at him has made me question all my life choices.
We begin filming once the F1 racing season is over, and these last four races are a chance for me to see the cars in action and learn what has changed in the three years since I left the sport.
But that doesn’t include kissing a driver from my family's team.
Jaxx's lips are so soft, and he chuckles as he deepens the kiss, the vibration humming through my throat. I moan, sinking into him, pressing my body against his.
I push him back against the door, rubbing my chest against him in time with the movement of our lips.
I shouldn’t feel like this. Heat shouldn’t flare in my body along with a deep need that rises in me to turn around and present my ass to him and show him I’m ready.
It isn’t meant to happen this fast.
But he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me in tight, drowning me in his pheromones.
Things like the lily-scented omega have happened to me ever since I presented. I can’t trust scent matching when every other person I meet claims we’re matches, even though Jaxx is driving my body wild.
I’m just weak to alpha pheromones; I’m allergic to heat and scent blockers. Since most omegas nowadays take them, and my scent is more potent than others, people just assume that we’re scent matches because I smell so good.
His tongue sweeps over mine, and I melt as his taste fills my mouth. His cedar and honey is so rich and sweet that I moan for him as I keep rubbing against him.
He asked me if I could feel it, and I didn’t want to tell him the truth. But it's right here.
Out of all the alphas who claimed they’re my scent matches, I’ve only felt it with one other alpha. Jaxx’s teammate, Maddock Harrison.
I stopped believing in scent matches after I broke up with Maddock. I convinced myself that it had just been because I had a crush on Maddock that we matched as soon as I presented.
And part of me still tells me to run out there, fight through the reporters so I can cling to Maddock and never let him go.
It fires up all the feelings I thought I’d pushed away. I can’t tell if the need pounding through my body is for Jaxx, Maddock, or both of them.
“You’re thinking too much for someone who doesn’t want to be anything,” Jaxx purrs against my lips. “I’m going to need to do something to help you with that.”
One hand slips down my back, and I gasp as he cups my ass.
If anyone else tried it, I would whip out the pepper spray in my bag. But perfume wafts from me as he squeezes, and a pulse goes straight to my core.
I groan as he massages me, pushing my ass out into his hand.
“That’s more like it. I want to make sure my omega is taken care of,” he murmurs before kissing me again, sending sparks flying through me.
I should end it here. I hate alphas calling me theirs. As soon as they get possessive, whether they’re friends or we’re dating, I drop them. That’s how the Ross incident happened.
But I end up purring like a kitten for Jaxx as he tugs me close and presses his hard cock against me.
“Just lose yourself in me,” he whispers as I tip my head back to meet sharp blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a grin I know breaks hundreds of hearts.
And I want to. I want to let him take me away. But I also know Jaxx’s reputation. I wasn’t the only one dragged for sex scandals since I became famous. Jaxx has a long list of celebrities he’s slept with, and I don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost.
I suddenly gasp as he pulls my hips back and his other hand feeds under the hem of my dress to dent my hip.
“Where am I going to go, Harmony Grace?” he asks with a glint in his eye.
We stay there, so close I can feel his heart beating next to mine.
I want it.
I want him.
I want everything he can give me in this moment just so I can pretend that we really are matches and he isn’t just another alpha trying to play me.
Can I do it? Because my body is pounding and my omega senses are telling me to go for it. I haven’t been satisfied since I broke up with a certain someone, but I just know if I take Jaxx’s knot, I’ll be sated for the first time since I left Maddock.
But it has to start with me saying yes to the bright-eyed alpha who’s waiting patiently for my answer.
“If I say yes, this stays between us. I’m not Harmony, you’re not Jaxx. We’re just two people crossing paths.”
“It’s been that way since I kissed you,” he says with a smooth calm that puts me on edge while reassuring me at the same time.
I want to say I know I’m going to regret it. As he kisses me again and I soften into his touch, he makes me crave an alpha in a way I hadn't felt in years.
But, the absolute second I’m about to give in and spread myself out for him, there’s a knock at the door.
Our eyes widen, his grin falters, and I jolt back from him with a gasp.
I stare at the painted wood, fear beating through me as I pray it isn’t another reporter. It’s the worst possible time for me to be found in a broom closet with a playboy alpha.
“Harmony, are you in there?” my bodyguard asks in a muffled voice.
I relax instantly, because I know they would only come and find me when it’s safe.
Two years ago, an alpha hit me with his pheromones and tried to drag me off the street, and it was only because I was being stalked by paparazzi that they managed to stop him. Since then, a location tracker has always stayed in my handbag so my guards can find me.
“I’m here. I’ll be out in a second,” I call, shooting another look at Jaxx, who won’t stop grinning. His lips are covered in my lipstick, and his hand still hovers on my thigh. I don’t want him to let me go.
On the other hand, if anyone takes a photo of this, it will probably stop them asking about the Ross incident, so that could work.
But then… thinking of Maddock’s face if I did anything to screw up Vegas for him…
Another stab of pain clenches my heart, and I have to push it down. My body is riding high from Jaxx’s touch, so I’m more emotional. I don’t want to believe that a match has happened so quickly.
“Wait five minutes and then come out after me,” I say to Jaxx, and the way he beams at me makes it feel like he’s sparkling.
“So, we’re not even going to exchange numbers or anything?” he asks, his voice low, the lilt in his tone sending shivers through me.
“You don’t know me,” I say. “You don’t need my number.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls as his fingers trickle down my thigh, like he’s telling me he could still stroke me if I just said the word.
I want one last kiss, but I’ve learned by now not to give alphas anything more. When I’m done, I’m done. Because if they think they have an inch, they’ll take a mile.
I pull back from him, giving him one last look, taking in his handsome smile, his crooked left tooth, and his dimples. It really would be so easy to fall for him.
He steps away from the door and quickly opens it for me. He doesn’t try to kiss me goodbye or fondle my ass again; he just keeps smiling.
“See you around, Jaxx,” I purr as more pheromones waft from him.
His winks and my heart flutters as I run from the closet, and from him.
I have to be even more careful this weekend. First Maddock, then Jaxx. And I know what their relationship is like because I’ve followed Maddock’s career ever since we broke up.
All I have to do is stay out of Maddock’s way, avoid Jaxx, and get through the weekend without an incident.