Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: McSexy and His Pheromones

"Maybe you should slow down a little."

The warning comes from my best friend, my ride-or-die bestie, my partner in crime (even if no crimes were committed). Penelope de Lucien, bartender and super-secret owner of the only bar I frequent—The Enchanted Tankard.

It's a dumb name, but it's a popular supernatural hangout.

I grimace at the glass of Fae wine in front of me. "This isn't even touching my sobriety level. You know I can't get drunk."

"Still affects you in the morning, and you're going to work, right? Do you really want to face off with your ex with bloodshot eyes and a raging headache?" Penelope slides a glass of water over from her side of the bar and whispers, "Don't look now, but tall, dark, and McSexy has been staring at you for at least the last half hour."

Of course, I look.

But the crowd of people just makes my head hurt. "Who? Where?"

"I said don't—forget it. He's at the corner booth, the one with the curtains for privacy."

Oh.

Yeah, I see why she calls him McSexy.

He's a suit, but I can see the muscles from here. Can't tell if his hair is dark or if it's the dim lighting, but there's stubble on his jaw. Whatever color his eyes are, it doesn't detract from the brooding gaze in my direction. Probably dark, too.

Normally, I'm not a fan of instant attraction mixed with alcohol. Today?

Today, Nicole d'Armand is wild, free, and ready for a revenge fuck.

"Human or supernatural?" Penelope wonders.

Sliding my tongue over my canines, I let my gaze wander down to his muscular thighs. Even in the subdued overly yellow light of the bar, I can see them flexing as he stands and walks our way.

"Supernatural," I say, noticing how his eyebrow quirks. "Shifter, probably. He can hear us."

"Vamps can, too," Penelope points out. "Though he's a bit tan for that."

Vampires are usually pale enough to practically glow under the yellow lighting.

Grabbing the Fae wine and ignoring the water, I wink at Penelope. "I'm going in. Hopefully I won't see you later."

She waggles her eyebrows at me. "Get it, girl."

* * *

Hear me out.

I wouldn't normally advocate for sex in the bathroom of a bar—especially a bar owned by your best friend—but there are exceptions, okay?

Like when the guy you're eye-fucking across the room comes to you and for the first time you can remember, you're actually hit with his pheromones.

Raw. Primal.

The way my entire body combusted right fucking there in the middle of the room? I have no words.

None.

I might have been the one to grab his wrist and drag him down the hall for an intense make-out session against the wall, delighting in how his fingers dug into my hips, leaving bruises against my skin.

The way his lips devour mine, like I'm ambrosia for a man starved. freёwebnovel-com

Sex with Scott wasn't bad, exactly. He was a little too aggressive and didn't spend enough time on foreplay, but I enjoyed our sessions most of the time.

But this?

This is electric.

I am not this kind of girl.

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