We haven’t touched since that day where things went a little too far. Where it looked like if Alexi didn’t hold Piper back, she would have taken me to the ground and fucked me senseless. I wanted it, I wanted to lick her cum off my gloved finger and be just as feral as her. But I didn’t, and I regret it.
The medicine I’m on is waning, so I have to shower more often. I have to be even more careful during practice. One of the biggest benefits of being a goalie is just how much gear I wear that helps hide my scent. If we’re going to the Cup, it could nearly be almost two more months of this, and the thought is daunting.
I find myself thinking often if winning the Stanley Cup is worth this much struggle. But then I think about what is two months versus a lifetime as a pack, and I settle myself down. I can do this, we can do this.
At least I fucking hope so.
My body is needy, and the way that Alexi keeps rubbing my thigh the whole drive back to the house has me about ready to let the man take control and do whatever he wants to me. He deserves it, really. Without Alexi, I wouldn’t be sane, and I wouldn’t still be doing hockey. He does it all with a smile on his face and a happy eagerness. This Alpha deserves the world.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when we get home,” he promises with a smirk.
“Thank God.”
He rubs my thigh again and squeezes it. “You did good today, are you feeling ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“I’m going to get you that Cup.”
“What about after?” I say curiously. I know Alexi has had a long career, and while his home is nice, he definitely didn’t spend over abundantly on it.
He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head. “I’m not sure, honestly. It’s been hockey for so long. I think I’d like to still do something in the sport.”
“I want to advocate for Omegas in athletics,” I say, and Alexi smiles.
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He says it like it’s no big deal. It’s refreshing having an Alpha believe in me whole-heartedly. “Let’s eat something and then go upstairs.”
“Sounds good,” I say, the stress of the game starting to hit me, and I’m feeling slightly tired. Not tired enough for Alexi not to go down on me though.
When we enter the house, Piper is in the kitchen, just staring at her laptop.
“What are you working on?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“Nothing, I was just about to close out,” she says.
Alexi leans over her shoulder and reads what she’s working on. “You’re going to submit that, right?” he asks, and she goes to shut her laptop, and he stops her. “Piper, you need to send that in.”
“I don’t need to do anything,” she says, taking a step back and glaring at Alexi.
Alexi then reaches over her and hits a button, which has Piper diving to her computer.
“What did you do?” she gasps and starts clicking around.
“You weren’t going to submit your application, so I did it for you,” Alexi says plainly.
Piper shuts the top of her laptop down hard. I stand in the corner, silently watching everything happen. Part of me wants to get in the middle and stop them from arguing, but another part of me feels like it’s not my place.
“You had no fucking right to do that.”
“I’m just trying to help. Everyone knows this is the perfect transition for you. You’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I couldn’t just let you sit there and stare at the screen for hours doubting yourself. Now, you don’t have to. It’s submitted, and they’re going to invite you into their program,” Alexi says, like it's all simple and easy. But Piper's face is red, and she looks absolutely livid.
“This is my fucking future, I don’t need a man or an Alpha coming in and telling me what I need to do. I don’t fucking need you.” She’s breathing heavily and looks irritated with her choice of words.
Alexi crosses his arms over his chest. “You think I’m not aware that you don’t need me? That your life would go on without me? You’ve made it more than fucking clear with your actions.”
“Don’t turn this around on me. That wasn’t your place to fucking submit that,” she says back, avoiding what Alexi said.
“When was it due?” he asks sharply.
