Both their heads snapped toward the door. Harper's brown eyes narrowed when she saw me, but Peterson went pale. Immediately the other man’s hands dropped away from her shoulder.
"Knox," he stammered. "Just getting my wrist looked at…”
"Get the fuck out," my eyes locked onto the Doc, not wanting to miss a second of her reaction.
He practically ran from the room, leaving Harper and me alone. She crossed her arms over her chest, hip cocked in defiance.
"Was that necessary?"
"He touched you."
"He thanked me. It's called being polite. You should try it sometime."
I stepped into the room, slowly closing the heavy metal door behind me. Her scent hit me immediately surrounded me. Slowly, I swam through the smell of vanilla and something floral, almost completely buried under medical-grade suppressants. But there was something else there, something that had been driving me insane all week. A hint of heat, of need, of Omega.
My mouth had started to water and suddenly the lights above, humming with electricity seemed to be way to intense and bright.
"You shouldn't let them touch you," I said.
"Them?" She raised an eyebrow. "You mean my patients? The players I'm paid to treat?"
"The Alphas…"
"Like you?" She turned away from me and began to clean up the space, tossing a few items into the garbage. "Because last I checked, you're the only one who's cornered me against a wall."
"That was different."
"How?"
Because you're mine.The thought slammed its way through my mind and my body. I’d never been the type to ever call a woman, let alone an Omega, mine. I’d known the doctor for all of five seconds but my body knew wanted her. Knew it wanted toimprint its DNA all inside of her pussy and leave her begging for me to never stop fucking her.
Christ on a cracker,I took a deep breath and let it out.
"It just was," I said instead.
She laughed, but it wasn't the soft sound she'd given Peterson. This was sharp, mocking. "Great argument. Very compelling."
My blood began to boil as she turned away from me once again, clearly done with the entire topic. The Doctor was right though, I had no claim to her but the thought of another man touching her had me ready to wreak havoc. I took another deep breath and forced myself to leave the doctor alone. The weights were definitely calling my name now.
*
My muscles were aching in a familiar, tortured way and I was missing pass after pass. Every five seconds my eyes were on the bench where she was looking at Eric Martinez’s fucking ankle that he’d twisted when he went down on the ice thirty minutes earlier.
And not only that but it seemed like every fucking alpha on the Grizzlies roster was taking a notice to the shiny new doctor.
They were subtle about it, but I could see them stealing glances, could smell their interest in the air.
Morrison paired me with Chen for contact drills, and I took out my frustration on the defenseman's ribs. He went down hard, gasping for air.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Knox! It's just practice!" Chen’s face had twisted up in pain.
I stared down at my teammate that was clutching his side in pain, but my eyes swiftly moved back to the bench where Harper was already grabbing her medical bag. She stepped onto the ice carefully and made her way over. She was all professionalism concern, as she knelt beside Chen.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere," Chen wheezed, shooting me a glare. "Psycho caught me in the ribs."
Her hands were gentle as she examined him, and I wanted to break every one of Chen's ribs for real just for getting her attention.
