Page 84 of Specter Bred

My hands settled on her hips, and I gave her my most convincing smile.

“Please, Maeve. Take pity on a poor Boy Scout. I’ve been dying for a taste since the day we met. I bet you’re sweeter than my mama’s iced tea.”

For one glorious second, she just stared at me.

Then she burst out laughing.

I fucking glowed.

Maeve’s laugh was like hidden treasure. Rare, unexpected, and worth doing increasingly stupid things just for the chance of finding it again.

“That’s awfully smooth, Sammy.” She shook her head, still smiling. “Bet you’ve used that line before.”

I gasped and clutched my chest like she’d mortally wounded me. “Firecracker. I am offended.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Deeply offended.”

“I’m sure.”

“Never used it once.” I drew an X over my heart. “Only you. Cross my heart.”

Her smile widened, and fuck, there it was again. That spark of amusement she tried so hard to hide from everyone else.

“Tell you what.” She leaned closer. “I’ll take pity on you, Boy Scout, and let you have your taste if and only if…”

Maeve let the words hang between us just long enough to make me suffer before telling me exactly what she wanted.

“You lick my pussy while I ride your face—”

“Deal," I blurted out before she even finished.

Her brows rose. “That fast?”

“Maeve, you could’ve added terms and conditions, a blood oath, and thirty years of military service and I would sign whatever you put in front of me.”

She laughed again.

Best negotiation of my fucking life.

In less than a second, my back hit the mattress, and Maeve’s muscular thighs bracketed either side of my head.

Jesus Christ.

Alphas were built to lure omegas. It was biology, pure and simple. Their pheromones carried scents capable of enticing, comforting, calming, or driving an omega completely out of their mind.

Whenever people talked about pheromones, they always talked about scent and all those invisible layers, omegas and alphas could supposedly unravel from a single inhale. Whether it was desire, anger, or fear, there was an entire language written in something us betas could barely detect.

My nose couldn’t pick apart Maeve’s pheromones the way an omega’s could. I couldn’t breathe her in and magically know every emotion rolling through her. Whatever chemical masterpiece her alpha body was pumping into the air right now was mostly wasted on me.

Mostly.

Because scent wasn’t the only way I could experience her pheromones. And the moment I got my first taste of Maeve’s pussy, I understood exactly what all the fuss was about.

Warm, intoxicating, and addictive.

Plus, just as I’d suspected from the very beginning, Maeve was so damn sweet.