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“Let me go right now or I’ll scream, Verstappen!”
“Don’t be an idiot. I’m not holding you because I enjoy it.” Max retorts. Charles raises an eyebrow in disbelief and scorn. “Those stickers have been past their sell-by date for ages. I’m covering your omega scent with mine.” He replies sharply.
Charles swallows hard. He’s going to smell like Max if the force with which the blonde rubs his right wrist against Charles’s wrists is any indication. But it’s preferable to smelling like an omega. “Okay.” He whispers, relaxing his wrists in the blonde’s grip. Max ignores him. The Dutchman’s touch doesn’t waver. He’s relentless in masking the sweet notes with the citrusy smell of lemon and mint.
Smell of rain.
Charles blinks incredulously. His nose crinkles again. Max smells like rain. That’s the base of the alpha’s entire fragrance.
“Please don’t go into heat here.”
Series
- Part 12 of Little Bear