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I’ll probably go for my run once I know she’s alright.
“I’m worried about you, silly,” Auggie says softly. “You’ve had a rough few days. Can I enter your nest, Cere?”
He’s so formal as he speaks, making my lips twitch at how gallant he is.
“Get in here, dork,” she says, amusement in her voice. “Is there anyone else with you?”
Auggie crawls into her nest, snuggling under all the blankets on the floor. I still think she should have a proper room for this, frowning as I think about every heat she’s had alone. The full weight of it is really hitting me as I sit here, and I want to change the way her next one goes.
“Gabe is sitting outside,” he mumbles. Leaning over to peek my head further into the closet, I wave at her awkwardly. Auggie is purring as he snuggles her, his nose buried against her neck, and I gaze at them like a creeper as she relaxes in his arms.
She’s wearing a giant hooded sweatshirt that appears to be Auggie’s and the small space smells like apple pie and cinnamon. Fuck, they smell really good together. My cock thickens in my basketball shorts as I swallow thickly, trying to keep my face impassive.
“Hey, Cere,” I murmur, borrowing Auggie’s nickname for her. She rubs her cheek along his hair like a cat, and my lips part as she scent marks him almost unconsciously. “Can you by chance tell me what Auggie smells like?”
My man glares at me in surprise, but Cerenity sighs softly. “It’s cinnamon bark and grapefruit. They shouldn’t work together, but they’re yummy.”
Augustine blinks quickly as it begins to sink in that her alpha pheromone blockers are finally out of her system. She doesn’t seem to be freaking out, so I let it ride for a moment.
“Good little omega,” I murmur, laser focused on her shiver at my words. Hmm, that’s interesting. “Do you know what that means?”
“Why are you making me have a conversation so early?” she whines. Chuckling, I shake my head at her antics. She’s adorable. I can’t wait to spend more time with her.
Auggie tortures his full bottom lip with his teeth as he sees where I’m going with this. “How long have you known what I smell like, Cere? Don’t make me tickle you for the information. I’m very good at extortion and torture, though it’s my personal brand of it.”
Rolling my eyes at his antics, my lips spread wide in a smile as his hands move under the blankets to tickle her.
“Auggie!” she squeals, wiggling. “Oh, oh! Please, stop!”
He gives up easily, kissing her forehead as if he’s done it his entire life. Cerenity melts into his body, completely at ease.
“Are you not so sneakily talking about my spray wearing off?” Cerenity huffs with a small smile. “I put on your sweatshirt, not expecting it to have your scent on it, and got into my nest. I was surprised to smell your scent. You’re all around me, and it felt like you were giving me a giant hug.”
“So you didn’t have this urge to eat brains and fuck me?” Auggie snickers. Cerenity pinches his side, causing him to yelp, and I wonder how long Jasper and Tommy will be able to sleep if we’re being this loud.
“Ah! Mercy, please, Cere. I just want to know, is it so terrible to be my scent match? I come with a hot fighter as a boyfriend and unlimited orgasms.”
Cerenity rolls her eyes as she turns in his arms so she can snuggle closer. They look perfect together, and I wonder if I’m going to end up feeling like a third wheel. I know what Auggie promised, but a scent match should trump what we have, right?
“This sweatshirt smells like you just wore it. Why?” She deflects, inhaling deeply.
Moving closer despite my conflicting feelings, I get comfortable in the opening of the closet.
“I come in and randomly steal it back so I can run errands in it,” he murmurs, tipping up her chin with his fingers to brush his lips against hers. My cock twitches as he kisses her, helping me decide that I’ll do anything to be able to be a part of the heat in his gaze.
It’s how he looks when he gazes into my eyes, which helps me believe his words were sincere to me in my apartment.
I’ve never known Augustine to lie, outside of his omission of truth to Cerenity.
“Sneaky alpha,” she whispers, eyes hooded. “I thought being scent matched would feel different, suffocating, but the moment I smelled you, I just wanted to find you and have you hold me. It was overwhelming to think of how long I’ve been holding myself back from this.”
“You and I have history, sweet girl,” he says. “I know you have your demons, but I’ll help you fight them if you let me, okay?”
God, this man. I glance away as my eyes prick with tears when I see Cerenity’s also fill with the wet stuff. I’m rarely this empathic, though I’m not an asshole. It’s clear from how she reacted to the news of her scent matches that she has trauma surrounding how alphas treat their omegas.
I’m not privy to that information, and it’s none of my business. Not until she feels the need to share some of it with me, anyway.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I know you won’t hurt me, but what about Jasper and Tommy?”