“Is she still in there?” I ask. “Marilyn wants to ask her something.”
Since we typically try to keep the woman far away from our omega, his interest is immediately piqued.
“Caelia is the last one in there,” Levon confirms. “Why don’t you go see if she needs help with anything.”
There’s never a time where I’m not willing to go see my girl. I think I’ve made it clear that locker room or restroom, I’ll happily go in to check on her. Untangling myself from Marilyn’s arm, I push my way into the locker room.
I don’t hear any indignant yelling about how I shouldn’t be allowed in here from Marilyn, so I figure she’s fine with it. Caelia is mine, a door isn’t going to keep me from her unless it’s her nest.
“It’s me!” I yell, making sure that I don’t scare the shit out of her.
I can hear the blow dryer going as I get closer, and she’s wearing another cute little skirt, a cropped bra, boots, and nothing else. Her eyes light up when she sees me and I wrap my arms around her waist to kiss her neck.
She switches off the dryer to place on the bench, relaxing in my arms.
“I’m so hot from the shower. I’ve been avoiding clothes,” Caelia admits.
“Levon is guarding the door,” I chuckle. “There’s no way that he’ll let anyone in. You’re a badass on the ice, by the way.”
“Me?” she asks. “Did you not see the professional hockey players out there?”
Sitting on the bench, I drag her into my lap. Her legs straddle me on either side, and I groan as she inadvertently rocks over my hardening cock.
“Baby, I only ever see you,” I murmur, pulling my phone out to text Levon.
Me
Don’t let anyone into the locker room, please.
Levon
Are you recreating our time in the locker room?
I can’t stop smiling as I text him back.
Me
I’m about to be knot deep in Caelia, so kind of?
Levon
Lucky bastard.
Turning the phone, I show the messages to her and she grins.
“Yes, please,” she says, her hands opening my pants eagerly. “He’s going to be jealous.”
“He’ll live,” I reply, hissing as she pulls out my dick. Her hand pumps firmly at the base, and I shove my pants down my hips. Her ass is conveniently close enough to my hands to squeezetightly, making her mewl. “Be a good little omega and ride your alpha’s cock?”
She nods, rising to her knees to allow me to pull aside her panties and line her cunt up with my cock. Her lips part as I pull her down my length, and I find that she’s already slick for me.
“How you doing, baby?” I growl, enjoying her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “God, you feel so good.”
“Mmm. You’re stretching around my cock perfectly, Caelia,” I groan. “Ride me.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, making my dick twitch inside of her.
