The lobby went silent.
"Coach," my voice sounded unsure as hell even to my own ears.
"You're already suspended. You're technically not even supposed to be here. So you get what you get." His look was pointed as he called me out in front of the team. "Unless you'd prefer Dr. Graves share with Peterson? Chen? One of the other Alphas who've been eyeing her all day?"
My hands curled into fists.
The thought of any other Alpha near her right now...
"Fine," I ground out.
Harper's eyes widened. "Coach Sullivan, I don't think that’s a great idea."
"It's settled. Maddox, Graves, suite 1247. Everyone else, figure it out."
She looked like she wanted to argue more, but another shiver ran through her, and I saw her jaw clench. The heat was coming whether she wanted it or not.
The elevator ride to the twelfth floor was silent agony. My hand was biting into the hand rail as I tried to get a grip on my senses.
Harper stood in the far corner, as far from me as possible in the small space. But proximity didn't matter. Her scent filled the elevator, sweet and needy and fucking perfect.
"This is a bad idea," she said as I unlocked the suite door.
"Probably."
The door to the suite gave way and I found myself surveying the room. It was actually really nice, and the lighting seemed to offer way to romantic of a mood. There was a fire place against one of the far walls and a huge television hung against another.
Before I could utter another word to her, Harper immediately went to the far bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her. I heard the lock click.
Good girl,I thought.
I dropped my bag and went straight to the windows, cranking them open despite the blizzard. Cold air rushed in, but it barely cut through her scent. It was getting stronger by the minute.
My phone buzzed with a text from Coach Sullivan.Keep your hands to yourself or you're done. Permanently.
I wanted to laugh. Keep my hands to myself while sharing a suite with an Omega in heat? Might as well ask me to stop breathing.
A sound from Harper's room made me freeze. A whimper, soft but unmistakable.
Then another, louder.
"Harper?" I moved to her door. "You okay?"
"Go away." Her voice was strained.
"You need help, Harper."
From the other side of the door, I heard her gently bump against the door."I need you to stay the fuck away from me."
Harper was in distress, and I could even smell that. It was making me feel dizzy and even hornier than I could imagine being.
"The suppressants aren't working," I said after a long beat.
Harper gave a soft sight."No shit."
"This is going to get worse."
"I know."
