It was a scent of cinnamon candy. Sweet and tinged with heat, but so subtle, so barely there, that he couldn't be certain if it was the scent of the woman or the scent of candy. Except, Styx kept chocolate in the house rather than cinnamon. Other than a hint of it in the coffee, it wasn't a sweet he bought often.
He would be buying it more often now though. A scent that would always remind him of this.
Storme stepped from the bedroom, her long black hair pinned to the top of her head, a small frown on her forehead, her face flushed.
"I can't find anything wrong with the air-conditioning, but you have a problem. It got damned hot in here after you left," she told him irritably.
It wasn't mating heat, but it was damned close. As though the slow simmer had finally heated marginally.
Styx tilted his head and watched her intently as he drew in the scents emanating from her.
His hardened c**k and tight balls pulsed, throbbed. Shards of sensation wrapped around the sensitive shaft, tightening in the need to f**k.
For a second, for just a second, he tasted cinnamon.
Running his tongue over the edge of his teeth, he felt the slightest swelling. It was more than an irritation, but it wasn't quite the hormone-enflamed mating scent other Breed males had experienced.
She propped her hands on her hips and her frown deepened as she stopped just inside the kitchen and glared at him. "Did you hear me?"
"Aye." He cleared his throat. "I heard ye, lass."
"Power cells are testing full, the diagnostic came up clear." She shook her head.
"But it's hotter than hell."
A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead and at her neck, and her pu**y was hot. Sweet and hot and the scent of it was tinged with cinnamon.
He should call Nikki. Hell, he'd sworn he would call Nikki the minute anything changed. That he wouldn't touch Storme, wouldn't dare be tempted to forget his promise.
Nikki had threatened to neuter him if he did.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as he watched her breathe in deeply, trying to hide it by doing it slow and easy.
Her heart was racing though. He could see the vein pounding in her neck, almost in time to the pounding in his cock.
Hell, he wasn't going to be able to get to a phone to call Nikki, let alone wait for her to actually get here to do whatever the hell it was she had to do.
"You're beautiful, lass," he growled.
He couldn't exactly tell her the truth. That the sweet, soft scent of her as she neared mating heat was driving him insane. And that was what it was. He knew it was.
He could sense it. She was almost a mate. A closer "almost" than she had been before he left the cabin earlier.
"I know that look," she muttered.
Aye, she knew it, and she reciprocated the need pulsing through him.
She was sweet and soft and so ready for him.
"Take those jeans off, lass." If he had to take them off himself then he would likely end up tearing them off.
Perhaps he should warn her what could be coming, but if the heat still hadn't progressed to the point that the mating knot emerged, then warning her could be useless, and would likely scare the hell out of her.
Her face flushed further. Beneath the camisole top she wore her ni**les puckered tighter than seconds before. The delicate, soft scent of her heat washed through the room as he inhaled deeply.
He felt as though he could become drunk on her.
"You're joking," she whispered breathlessly as she glanced toward the door. "I thought you had to be outside for your little get-together? Don't you have a date with Cassie or something?"