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“I know it’s not fun being in a cage all day, seriously, but you won’t ever get adopted if your family can’t control you on a walk.”
This man smells like bourbon, spicy cloves, and honey. It reminds me of warming myself on a cold winter morning, and my heart starts to race in a way it never has before.
Sometimes people make the mistake of thinking Caleb is insecure because he’s so quiet. Garrett never has a problem speaking his mind, Ethan wouldn’t know how to keep a thought to himself if you paid him, and I’m pretty damn opinionated myself. But Caleb’s silence isn’t a lack of confidence. Far from it. He just knows the value of waiting for just the right thing to say.
His scent is a mix of cinnamon, freshly baked cookies, and just a hint of toasted marshmallows. I feel like I’m sipping hot cocoa and making s’mores around a campfire.
I’ve never smelled anyone so good. Ripe strawberries, the kind you want to sink your teeth into. Warm vanilla. And a bit of sweet lilac, refreshing and soothing.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise. “Very good. It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you.”
Honey. Bourbon. Spicy clove.
He smells like freshly baked pie, like wood burning in a fireplace, and like a glass of sweet apple cider to wash it all down. Like pure, homespun safety.
find myself shaking his hand, blinking as his scent crashes over me like a wave. It’s insanely comforting—rich dark chocolate, smooth caramel, and toasted hazelnuts.
A low purr starts up in the back of Dante’s throat. “Do you have any idea what your scent does to me?”
“I’m going to make sure my Omega has three meals a day,” Dante counters. “How many times did you forget breakfast or skip lunch working at the shelter?” He’s got a point. “You know, a girl could get used to this.” “Good. That’s the plan.” He smiles possessively at me over the stove.
“I don’t want to interrupt your work…” “Work can wait,” Dante promises, his voice a low rumble against my throat. “Trust us. We know when we can take breaks. Besides, you’re our priority now. What’s the point of our success if we can’t use it to take care of our Omega?”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Garrett murmurs gruffly. “And I don’t fucking want to.”
“Are you… cuddling me?” I ask, as I snuggle deeper into his embrace. He chuckles. “Yes. How am I doing? I’ve never actually cuddled before.” The admission from this gruff, stoic Alpha makes me grin, and I press a kiss to the warm skin of his chest. “You’re doing great.”
“What a strong Omega,” he purrs. “My strong Omega. You were so brave. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ll protect you. I’ll rip his damn throat out if he tries anything, I don’t care who’s watching or where we are. You were so brave. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.”
