Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
KEV
We’re in my Aston Martin DBX, and Abel is driving at breakneck speeds trying to get to this omega. I do not have a good feeling about any of this—we don’t even know his last name for fuck’s sake. And the older I get, the more I come to terms that I need to listen to my gut.
I’m sure the people running this fucked-up website keep everything as vague as possible, so we can’t find anything out about the omega and swoop in without them getting paid, and that makes my stomach churn.
But my body is moving on its own. There’s something about this omega.
I don’t know if it’s his emerald-green eyes that were practically begging me through the screen to come see him, or if it’s his tight little body.
It could very well have nothing to do with his looks.
The instant pull I felt to him has to be something more, but again, I’m trying to keep my hopes in hell with how bad the past meetings with other omegas have gone.
Abel follows the final direction given over the speakers, and we’re pulling up to what looks like old office buildings.
But there’s no one here…
There’s no car or a person in sight. My eyes fly to Abel, and the way he’s looking at me with panic already lacing his features does not ease my feelings at all.
The British voice announces right on cue, “You have arrived at your destination.” And I think I’m going to throw up.
“Abel, this doesn’t feel—” Before I can finish my sentence, his head turns toward the front door of the building, and he’s throwing the car in park.
Before I can even see what he’s spotted, he’s out the door.
I don’t have to see anything because the sweetest caramel and sandalwood scent hits me straight in the chest, taking my breath away.
My body moves on autopilot, running after Abel up the short sidewalk to the dusty-pink-haired omega on the ground, curled up in a ball, whining.
Abel is down on his knees already petting August’s head and whispering to him that it’s all going to be okay.
The purring in my chest is almost a growl at the possibility that my omega has been hurt and is in pain.
My omega.
Even in his heat haze, August moves to curl up in Abel’s lap.
The purr that starts in Abel’s chest matches mine and has the effect that it needs to on the omega.
August’s scent thickens to the point I would be choking if we weren’t outside.
The warm, sticky caramel wraps around me, and then I feel it. Deep in me, I know it’s August.
He’s my fated mate.
Abel looks up at me with blown-out pupils, and I set the plan in place. In a pained voice, Abel grits out, “He’s in heat… and smells fucking delicious.” Down the bond, I can’t tell if Abel is just playing back my thoughts that August is my fated mate or if August was made for him too.
Abel’s hands roam August’s whole body, and he preens under his touch, nuzzling his face into the crook of Abel’s neck. The omega whines as he wraps his hands around his neck.
Abel’s petting is causing him to whimper in what could just be the pain of his heat, and my body wants to help, but we can’t fuck this poor omega out in the open like this. And fuck knows where the random men are who dropped him here are.
Abel drags his nose up our omega’s neck, and I warn, “Don’t you dare fucking bite him, Abel. I can feel the obsession through the bond already.”
Abel snaps back, “And I can feel yours too. He’s ours. No one can have him.”
My cock has been hard since before we got out of the SUV, and I know Abel is sporting the same erection.
“Come on, we need to get him in a nest and knotted; he’s burning up.
” I run through the plan I have in my head while reaching out to help Abel get him into the car, but his Alpha growl has me pulling my hand back quicker than I stuck it out.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Baby.” Abel is quick to apologize.
“Let’s get him home.”
As I watch Abel get to his feet with the sweet little omega still gripped in his arms, I remember how strong Abel is.
Not that August looks like he weighs anything over a buck fifty.
Abel works construction and doesn’t lift in the gym nearly as much as I do, but he could easily out-bench and squat me any day.
Nothing beats naturally grown muscle from everyday use.
Even when I was playing football professionally, he would keep up with me when he’d randomly go to the gym with me. I’m a retired old man—thirty-three now, but playing in the league in my late twenties was too much on my body—but I still go to the gym to maintain my body.
I jog around Abel, opening the back door for him to easily get in with August in his arms. The possessive growl coming from Abel’s chest has my cock practically leaking—fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve seen him like this.
August looks like he’s trying to crawl into Abel’s skin.
His face is still nuzzled into his neck taking deep inhales as his hips grind up and down right on Abel’s lap.
I climb into the front seat, somehow breathing my way through the thick sandalwood and sickly sweet caramel combining with Abel’s chocolate and bergamot, and push the button to roar the engine to life as their scents seep into all my senses.
When I look in the rearview mirror, Abel appears to barely be holding it together as he takes a deep inhale of our scents hot boxing the confined space.
It’s like the perfect chocolate-caramel candy.
“You cannot go into a rut and bond with him, Abel. I know what you’re thinking.
” I can feel it thrumming through our bond. He wants to claim him.
Bad.
That has his eyes shooting up to meet mine in the rearview mirror, finally looking at me. “I’ll try to hold it together.”
August’s whimper is like a knife to the heart, and that has me giving Abel the green light. “Help him, Abel. But stay in control.”