An Omega For My Stepbrother

Chapter 2: The Scent Of Trouble

Erica's POV

I peeled the patch off in the bathroom and dropped it in the trash without letting myself think too hard about it.

I wanted one night. One night of being my really self, with no chemical barrier between me and my own body. No careful management, no control, just Erica.

I dressed slowly.

My deep brown hair was already falling in loose waves past my shoulders, slightly tousled like someone had already run their hands through it. My breath was coming a little faster than usual, a low heat starting to build low in my belly.

I ran my hands down my body, over the full curve of my full breasts, the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips and just felt myself. My body was built for this, soft and curved and warm, hips made for gripping. I was soft were most omegas were delicate, my body built for pleasure, for taking and tonight I was going to let myself have it.

The black dress practically clung to my body like a second skin, so thin it might as well have been painted on me. It dipped low, revealing the swell of my breast, and rode high up on my thighs, showing off legs I'd worked for and earned

I stepped into my sharp heels and put on a gold chain, a little bracket, my lip color so dark it was basically a threat.

Tonight I was going to be seen.

Mila appeared in the doorway and stopped walking. "Oh, you're looking sexy."

"Don't I always look sexy." I grabbed my bag.

"That's a good point." She said. "The Uber is already here, let's go."

The club on the Sixth was louder and rawer than where I worked, which I loved. Nobody here was pretending to be anything, just bodies, base and want.

The heat in my belly had upgraded.

My skin felt like it was paying attention to everything, every brush from someone passing, every shift in temperature. The music moved through me differently, deeper. I let myself get pulled into it, let Mila and Kim drag me to the middle of the floor and just moved

I forgot about my mother's voice for awhile, about my uncle, about everything except the bass and my body and the tequila moving warm through my chest.

Then the scent hit me

Cedar, Cold rain, Woodsmoke and something darker under it, something that went straight to my guy like a hand gripping low.

My whole body locked up for half a second.

What the...

I turned. He was maybe fifteen feet away, standing near the bar with a drink he wasn't really paying attention to, and he was already looking at me, like he'd felt it, at the same second, like the scent had gone both directions.

Okay, I thought. I'm in trouble.

He had dark hair, dark hair with dept, and a sharp jaw. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. He had this way of standing, easy and contained, like he had absolutely nothing to prove, and that made me want to see what happened when that control slipped.

He didn't look away, and I didn't either, then I turned back around, because I had dignity.

"Okay," Mila said in my ear. "Who is that?"

"I don't know." My voice was rough.

"He's been staring..." She said. "For like the past five minutes..."

"I know, Mila." I said.

"He's walking over." Her voice rose slightly.

"Wait what?!" I faced forward, took a sip of my drink and focused on the bottles behind the bar like they were the most amazing things I'd ever seen in my life. The heat in my lower belly wasn't helpful. His scent was getting closer, warmer, and my body was reacting to it the way it reacted to things it wanted, which was loudly without asking for my permission first.

"Is staring at the bar working for you?"

His voice came from behind my right shoulder, close enough that I felt it more than I heard it over the music.

I turned slowly, because I was giving him anything for free.

He was right there, up close his eyes were darker and his scent was... disastrous, it made my thighs tightened.

"Not really." I tried to keep my voice calm.

He smiled. "What were you running from?"

"Who said it was running?" I tilted my head.

"The way you turned around the second we made eye contact." He said slowly.

"Maybe I just got bored of your face." I said.

"Mhmm." His eyes moved over my body slowly, it made my skin feel like it was on fire, then back up to my face. "You don't look bored."

"You're very confident for a stranger," I said.

"You're very beautiful for someone pretending not to notice me." He said.

"Okay." I said. "That was smooth."

"I have my moments." He leaned one arm on the bar, angled toward me, like we were the only conversation happening in the bar. "You here with people?"

"My girls." I said.

"They keeping tabs on you?" He asked.

I glanced over my shoulder. Mila and Kim were both watching, not even pretending they weren't. Mila gave a thumbs up, and Kim mouthed something that was definitely not appropriate.

"Apparently not."

He chuckled. "Good."

"Why is that good?" My voice cracked slightly.

He looked at me like the answer was obvious. "Because I want your attention.

The heat kicked up, hard. His scent was filling up my lungs, settling into my bloodstream, making my body hum. I was an omega without suppressants, standing next to stranger who looked like an Alpha and smelled like every bad decision I'd ever wanted to make.

"You know, right now." His eyes darkened. "I'm interested in you."

My lips parted and he noticed.

He leaned in, his mouth close to my jaw.

"Why don't we get out here," His voice dropped low. "Let's go somewhere more private, more fun."

The heat exploded, straight through my chest, my stomach, my thighs, a full-body yes that didn't ask me first. I was already turning to face, already looking up at him.

He looked at me like he'd been waiting and I grabbed his hand.

"Let's go."