“Excellent news, we’ve found your perfect match!”
Jori
I don’t want to be single forever—I just find it difficult to put myself out there. That’s why my meddling brother registered me with a matchmaking service. They did personality tests, took pheromone samples, and now they claim they’ve found the ideal alpha for me. So ideal, we’re supposed to be like fated mates from the legends, irresistible to each other. We need to be careful around each other, or my scent might set off his rut, which is a scary thing to happen with a complete stranger.
Except the Agency won’t tell me anything about him. I must pick up the courage and meet him to find out for myself.
Avery
I’ve always attracted the wrong men. After several abysmal breakups, I don’t dare to date, so it sounds like a great idea to let an agency choose a mate for me. Jori Mullins is a 26-year-old omega, a shy little accountant, and my perfect match in all aspects. He doesn’t have a manipulative bone in his body, and his honesty humbles me. Instead of tempting him, my wealth and status make him uncomfortable. He’s gentle, kind, and way smarter than he lets on. His scent alone has the power to wipe out my self-control.
I want him badly, but I need to keep my distance and gain his trust first. If we get too close to each other, our bodies might take over and make all decisions for us.
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Perfect Match Agency is a multi-author gay romance series. The stories are non-shifter omegaverse, with high heat and low angst. Male pregnancy is possible in the world. Each book can be read as a standalone, features a new couple, and a satisfying happily ever after. Cautious Match is the first book in the series and features instant connection, rut and heat.
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Excerpt (NSFW)
I gritted my teeth. Why wasn’t he running away from me? Didn’t he realize what was happening?
“Jori!”
I tried a warning tone, but he just stood there, staring at me. His eyes glazed over, and he licked his lips again. A dark flush rose along his neck and flooded his cheeks.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but the potent perfume coming from his skin intensified. Unable to resist, I pulled in a deep breath and groaned on the exhale.
The scent swirled through me like a storm.
My body moved of its own volition, charging forward and pressing Jori against the wall. Our chests aligned, and with the very last of my self-control, I fisted my hands to stop myself from grabbing him.
“You need to run.”
“Do you want me to go?” he whispered.
He wasn’t moving away.
Instead, he skimmed his hands up my sides and clutched my shirt at my waist, holding me to his body.
The last thread keeping me tethered to my humanity snapped.
I dove into the hollow between his neck and shoulder and rubbed my face against his skin, giving out an honest-to-God growl. Next, I’d turn into a werewolf. I licked the salt of Jori’s sweat and the unique buttery flavor underneath. And orange blossoms. Mmm. Locking my arms around his slender back, I pulled him to me. I ached to feel him everywhere I could. Without consulting my conscious brain, my hands roamed all over him, clasping his neck and squeezing his ass cheeks, his waist, until I finally found his skin underneath that obnoxious hoodie. I dug my fingers into the soft warmth around his waist and licked and nibbled on his throat. Bless him, he turned his head, giving me better access, and moaned. Such a glorious, lustful sound!
I was aware I was humping him through our clothes, but I couldn’t stop. My balls throbbed and my cock ached, my entire groin begging for friction. I pressed harder, rubbing myself on Jori’s hip while lapping at his skin.
The scent got stronger and stronger, growing and taking shape around us, like a living entity with us in the room. Because Jori was aroused now, and the overpowering, imperious perfume must have been his slick. My hand reached into the back of his pants by itself. Smooth satiny skin, and the heat coming from his crease… If I hadn’t been drugged by his pheromones, I wouldn’t have done that. Not so fast, against a freaking wall, still wearing my sweaty running clothes, but oh Lord, he was driving me crazy. His lips brushed my cheek, and his hands tugged on my hair. He wanted me too.
“Avery…?” Like a plea.
I bit the protruding tendon on his neck and slid my fingers deeper between his ass cheeks. Jori cried out. His little opening was slippery with slick, hot, and silky. It lured me in, and Jori angled his hips, seeking my touch. As I pushed a fingertip inside, we both groaned in unison. The wet heat clasped around my finger. Silky tissue, and deeper inside, warm oil. So much slick.
He wants it. He needs me to fuck him.
I snapped my hips faster, driven by pure instinct, until it hurt. A painful wail tore out of my throat, and I quivered as my underwear filled with wet warmth.
I came into my pants.
“I’m sorry… I…”
I felt no relief. Zero. I was hard and aching in my wet briefs, needy and aroused like never before. Jori was open and soft and so damned wet. Was I shaking?
“This is insane. Sorry—”
“It’s okay. I got you.” Was he soothing me? He sounded breathless. He moved away, dislodging my finger. I’d gone too far, hadn’t I? And then…
Jori sank down the wall and rolled my underwear under my balls. The next second, my cockhead was in his mouth. He moaned around it and swallowed, then bobbed his head, taking me in deep. My cum-stained cock. He was slurping up the cum like it was gravy.
I caressed his cheek, staring dumbfounded, as he sucked me with vigor, his eyes pinned on mine. Those damned glasses. He looked so fucking hot in them, lips wrapped around my dick. It seemed like he didn’t really know what he was doing, which made it all even hotter. Sloppy but eager, he tried to take more of me, only to gag, gasp, and try again.
I could feel another orgasm building as I fought not to thrust. Jori grunted and whined, pulling on my hips, just as desperate as I was.
“I’m close,” I warned, but he only doubled his efforts, his tongue rubbing along the underside of my shaft.
The pleasure washed over me, mind-blowing in its intensity. Cum shot out of my cock, and Jori made a choking sound. He moved away, gulping, but stroked my length, while I shuddered helplessly. The second jet of cum splashed across his face and onto his glasses, and the sight of that made me come even harder. He took my cockhead back into his mouth and swallowed everything I gave him. Staring at the mess on his face, I rode out the longest climax of my life. My knees went weak, and I had to brace my arm against the wall.
He blew my mind and sucked it right out of my dick. There had been exactly zero pretense in this blowjob. He looked like he genuinely liked having my cock and cum in his mouth, and wasn’t that the greatest turn-on? I wanted to thank him or give him some sort of compliment, but he licked my slit and kissed my cockhead open-mouthed and with obvious pleasure, his eyelashes fluttered, and I lost the capacity for speech.
Instead, I pulled him up and kissed him.
Finally. A kiss.
He tasted of me but underneath was a different flavor. Cheesecake and strawberries. And Jori. The single most delicious taste in the world. Together we used our fingers to wipe the cum streaks off his skin, and we licked it between kisses. Our tongues tangled around our fingers, and my dick throbbed in time with my heartbeat.
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