Eli is about to get up, but Charlotte grabs his arm and tugs him to the bed. “Don’t leave,” she begs.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up,” he says softly.
She shakes her head. “No. Come here.”
He follows the bossy Omega’s directions and lies back down. I hide my grin in Charlotte’s hair. Eli may be team captain, the boss on the ice, but it’s clear who the boss is in this situation.
“I’m here,” he coos at her, cupping her face and kissing her lips, no doubt tasting himself on her.
“Let’s spend tomorrow being lazy together,” Charlotte says.
“We don’t have to leave this bed.”
“Good. Cause I need your knot too.”
Eli swallows and nods his head. I’ll tell him how life changing it is tomorrow, and he has nothing to be scared of.
“Do you need anything?” I ask.
“Just this,” she says, snuggling up against both of us and comically falling asleep extremely fast.
Eli sighs, dragging a hand over his face and looking at me. “Anders, we need to make this work.”
I nod and look down at the sleeping Omega. “She still has another year of school.”
“She can do it online.”
“Where, though? Who knows where we will all get drafted?”
“We can take turns. Come here during the summer, and we can all be together.”
I sigh, knowing that it’s not a permanent fix. She’s my scent match. My career as a goalie isn’t as long as Mikael or Eli. But could I give it up completely? I groan, not wanting to think about it. We’ve all worked so hard, and hockey is our passion. But the passion I feel for Charlotte in this short amount of time is almost as strong.
“We’ll figure it out,” Eli assures me. And for now, that’s good enough. I’d rather enjoy the sleeping Omega in my arms instead of worrying about what we’re going to do a year from now.
“Yeah, we’ll figure it out.” I go to sleep fooling myself.
Chapter eighteen
God,it’shotinhere. There’s a light snore to my left, and it’s then I realize I’m squished between two hockey players’ bodies. I smile when I think about what we did earlier.
Holy fuck.
I love sex. Well, I thought I loved sex. But last night was like a live wire to everyone of my senses. Having two Alphas’ full attention on me is something I can definitely see myself getting used to. I thought I would be more nervous or timid about being with more than one person, but being with Anders and Eli is like second nature.
Their scents were cocooning me, their praise riling me on. It’s almost like I never realized how reverent or significant another human’s touch could be. On a base level, I knew that I would crave them more than any other person because they’re my scent matches. But last night… it altered who I am. Pack life was on the back burner for me previously. I always thought I’d go on suppressants or go to a heat facility like Heat Haven to have my heats serviced. Conceptually, for me, I didn’t see a pack in my future. But now… now it’s all I want.
My stomach grumbles, and I gently untangle myself from Anders’ hand on my hip and Eli’s thigh between my legs. They both shift and groan, but don’t wake up. As soon as I’m free of their delicious body warmth, I shiver and realize I have no clothes. We passed the laundry room on our way to Eli’s room. I quietly turn the doorknob and tiptoe to the laundry room, then grab the first thing I find. It’s a worn black hoodie, and I toss it over my head. Mikael’s thick campfire scent warms me to my core. Their scents combined on my skin does something to me. It’s almost like a switch flips. A tingle trickles down my spine, and I shiver and shake it off. The hoodie hits me mid-thigh, and I hold the sleeves in my fists, keeping my hands warm. My feet are freezing, but I’m just planning on getting a snack as I pad my way over to the kitchen.
Their pantry is stocked to the brim. I wonder if the guys went and bought all this food, or if someone else shopped for them. I shrug, grab a bag of popcorn, and toss it into the microwave, wincing when I push the popcorn button. It’s loud as shit. I’m hopeful that they can sleep through anything. Like a stalker, I stand by the microwave, waiting until it hits two seconds, and pop it open, so it doesn’t make an obscenely loud noise.
My feet are like ice cubes, so I take my bag of popcorn and perch myself on the countertop. My legs sway as I inhale the buttery deliciousness. It’s dark in the kitchen, but the reflection of the moon on the piles of snow outside brings some light into the cabin. I’m bringing a fist full of popcorn to my mouth when a low voice scares the fuck out of me.
“Why are you up?” I jump, nearly dropping the popcorn bag. He reflexively catches the bag and puts it back in my hand. My mouth waters as I take in Mikael’s appearance. He’s shirtless with tight navy boxer briefs. I won’t lie to you. I look at his bulge, and well… now I’m perfuming in the kitchen.
“Wanted a snack,” I say quietly.
“That’s my hoodie.”
