“Whad’you think her scent will be? Maybe rain? Lightning storm?” “Strawberries,” Hunter mutters. Mmm. I like where he’s going. I imagine licking a long line up Lilah’s neck. You know she’d taste like dessert. “Maple syrup? Fuck, imagine how she and Orion’ll taste together?” Hunter hunches over the wheel like he can hide his monster bulge. I lean back, putting my arms behind my head and showing off the package. My knot swells. Our omegas tangled, their scents and bodies and moans all wound up. Yes, please. Hunter scowls. “She’s not for us to play with.”
