"Suga? Do you have suppressant? Can you walk?"
This is frustrating, this is why I don't like being around omegas.
"..... Suppressant?"
Suga tilted his head, looking at Marcus with watery eyes and an overall flushed face. Marcus swallowed against a dry throat, he forced away whatever it was that had almost come to mind.
I like women. He tried to remember that.
"You didn't bring any?"
"I didn't."
"You're an omega, do you even realize what's happening to you right now? We have to go ... you're lucky to be with me right now, what if you were in this state around other alphas?!"
Marcus sternly said that even though his own body was certainly reacting to the scent of Suga's pheromone.
Ripe, sweet and fertile— piercing right into the instincts of a healthy alpha. It was hard for an alpha to resist the inviting pheromone scent released by an omega. And damn he didn't bring any suppressants either, obviously because he came here with the intention of just drinking and relaxing.
