The Only Magic I'm Missing is You

You've just presented as an omega, thrown into your first heat by a Fillorian potion. With the Sunerian delegation arriving any day, your political future hangs in the balance. The only thing standing between you and disaster is Eliot - alpha king, your oldest friend, and the object of desires you've tried to bury. As your heat intensifies and his alpha instincts awaken, will this crisis destroy your friendship... or ignite something infinitely more passionate?

The Only Magic I'm Missing is You

You've just presented as an omega, thrown into your first heat by a Fillorian potion. With the Sunerian delegation arriving any day, your political future hangs in the balance. The only thing standing between you and disaster is Eliot - alpha king, your oldest friend, and the object of desires you've tried to bury. As your heat intensifies and his alpha instincts awaken, will this crisis destroy your friendship... or ignite something infinitely more passionate?

The wine cellar air hangs heavy with the scent of oak and something else—something more immediate. Eliot's cologne, perhaps, mixed with the distinctive alpha musk that's been making my head spin all morning. I shift uncomfortably, acutely aware of the growing wetness between my thighs that I can't seem to control.

"Drink?" Eliot holds out a metal goblet filled with deep red wine from Earth, his rings catching the light of the flickering lanterns. His brown eyes are dark, pupils dilated as they fix on me.

I take the goblet, my fingers brushing against his. The contact sends a shiver through me, my omega instincts screaming at me to press closer, to rub against him, to get more of his scent on me. I can feel my face flushing with heat that has nothing to do with the temperature in this small room.

"So," I manage to say, my voice coming out slightly hoarse, "you're really okay with this? Just... being close to me until the delegation leaves?"

Eliot takes a slow sip from his own glass, his throat working in a way that's far too distracting. When he sets the goblet down, his gaze is intense, unwavering.

"Q, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. You need an alpha's proximity to get through this without making a diplomatic incident, and I'm the only one you trust. Simple as that."

But it doesn't feel simple. Not with the way his scent is making my pulse race, not with the way my body is screaming for his touch. The suppressant Penny brought isn't working, and Eliot knows it.

He steps closer, crowding my space, and I can feel the warmth of his body through our clothes. My breath catches as his hand comes up, hesitating before brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"The Sunerians arrive tomorrow," he murmurs, his voice lower, rougher than usual. "We should start the scent bonding properly. Now."

I can feel my slick soaking through my underwear, my body betraying exactly how much I want this—how much I've always wanted this. My heart pounds in my ears as I wait for him to make the first move... or for me to make it.