KRISTOS
I held her close, the Zeta's scent filling my nose. I had no idea why her scent was so strong, suffocating me in the best of ways. Sure, I could smell Zetas – but this one? It was overpowering. I hadn't even noticed the Omega's scent until the Zeta pointed it out. Wrapping my arms tighter around her as we sat on the couch, she shifted in my lap to find a better position. She was small for a Zeta, fitting just right curled against my chest. I wasn't even sure how we had ended up here but I wasn't complaining, listening to her shallow breaths, her auburn hair splayed across her face as she rested.
She seemed a bit calmer than before, her hands neatly tucked into her lap but her skin was still clammy and hot to the touch, her perfuming scent keeping my dick uncomfortably hard. Goddamn biology. I thought about the one or two classes we shared despite the age difference. I was finishing up a graduate degree while she was still in her bachelor's program. Our personal circles didn't cross what with my existence wrapped up in a fraternity and hers… well, stuck in this room.
And yet, here we were, curled up together on the Zeta's couch. She shifted in my lap again, her lips parting slightly as she relaxed even further in my hold, stirring up desire deep within my belly. Her eyelids fluttered with the movement, her long lashes and soft features tempting me to kiss her again. Just the thought of her softness against mine made my dick twitch…
If Father ever found out that I could smell Zetas, my freedom would be snatched from under me. As the second heir to a drug company, anything new and exciting in the world of science excited my Father, especially if it came with a payday. My ability to smell Zetas would open some interesting doors, ones that I would rather not be the key to. I didn't want to be Father's dirty little secret, both dangerous and powerful. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. So, I kept my mouth shut, relying on Sanders and my Alpha friend, Daron, when he was around, to keep me sane.
I rested my nose against the curve of her neck, resisting the urge to nip at her scent gland. With Omegas in heat, all they did was fuck their way through it. My body was still reacting to the primal need to take her and knot her, over and over and over again. However, this Zeta was in a mixture of pain and arousal. Sex wasn't what she needed. But from her scent, I wasn't sure it wasn't what she wanted. It was confusing the hell out of me.
Through all of my studies, the fact that she found my scent inviting rather than repulsive during this… time… or heat, raised questions but I could barely focus as her hips rocked in my lap, her ass brushing against my erection. I jerked forward, grunting at the contact, the Zeta's eyes flying open as she realized what she had done. Unfortunately, instead of climbing off or apologizing or me letting go, she gave another experimental rock of her hips that had my hands digging into her hips to keep her from starting something we'd both regret.
Too distracted by the woman teasing me in my arms, I only caught the scent of angry Omega when a petite girl was standing right in front of me.
"Who the fuck are you?" She spat, pure rage filling her face.
I looked up, startled to see the unnatural blonde, no taller than five feet, arms propped up on her hips, brows crossed. My Alpha essence roared at me to protect the Zeta in my arms, but baring my teeth at this girl seemed like the wrong course of action, especially since her scent matched the one that all the furniture was coated in not to mention the possessive warning in her eyes. It was strange to see the absence of concern in the Omega's features.
Searching for the right words, I stumbled through an explanation that I never got to finish. "I-" There was no 'this isn't what it looks like!' explanation I could give her but it was. It was what it looked like. I wanted the Zeta in my arms and she wanted me if that kiss we had shared had been any indication. It didn't make and it didn't have to, but I was encroaching on territory that had already been claimed.
Jostling the girl in my arms to get her to slide off my lap worked against me, the Zeta stuffing her nose farther against my chest in an attempt to escape the Omega's scent. The movement had her shifting in my lap again and I swallowed the moan lodged in my throat. If she kept doing that, I was going to blow my load and I'd die of embarrassment.
Once again, I jostled her with no luck. The Omega reached forward to yank the girl from my lap, the Zeta hissing at the near contact. She scrambled to the other side of the couch, reminding me of a smaller Alpha, teeth bared, claws drawn until recognition settled in her eyes and she crawled into a little ball, head bowed in apology.
If I didn't know better, the Zeta was submitting to the Omega and not in a loving, familiar way. It didn't sit well with me the dynamic that seemed to unfold between them, the power play where the Omega was most definitely winning. I wasn't happy about the loss in my arms and even less excited about the fact that the Zeta seemed almost scared of the woman leering over her, demanding an apology. For what, I didn't know but if she kept looking at that Zeta like that, my Alpha was about to drag the Zeta right back into my lap and protect her.
It was probably time to leave before I did something stupid like challenging the Omega… the one I finally recognized as the Dean's daughter.