It has nothing to do with us both being Alphas; it has everything to do with me wanting him in every physical possible sense.
“Please, Alpha. I need it,” I beg, and his thighs smack against mine as he fucks me.
“My girl wants to be full of her Alpha’s knot and cum, doesn’t she? Such a needy, fucking thing.” When I clench around his fingers, nearly locking his cock and fingers is what breaks him. He struggles to hold himself up while he fills me up with his cum.
I can feel his knot swell at my entrance and sigh when he moans out his release on top of me. He stays there for a moment before he pulls his fingers and cock out of me. We both make a noise of disapproval from the lack of contact.
Alexi plops down next to me and wraps his arms around my waist and tugging me toward his chest.
“Damn,” he mumbles against my hair.
I make a non committal noise when the door creaks open.
“Are you all done?” Owen says sleepily.
I can feel heat on my cheeks, though there shouldn’t be. The three of us were basically naked and tangled together for a week.
“Get in bed,” Alexi says in a groggy voice.
Owen doesn’t need to be told twice as he comes to sleep next to me. Alexi throws his arm over him and holds him by his bare waist.
“I take it everything went well?” he says, smiling at me. I lean forward and give him a small kiss before pushing back his blond hair.
“More than well.”
“Smells like it. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d do something about this boner,” he says on a yawn.
“Maybe in the morning?” I say with a smile, my heart feeling full sleeping between these two men. It’s not that I’ve ever felt the urge to be a center of a pack, it more so has to do with them. That they’re both bigger than me, that they both want me. I feel cherished in a way I never knew I needed. Before I let negative thinking get in the way, I snuggle closer to the both of them.
The connection I have with Owen doesn’t need words, and I know I need to voice them. When I look up at his half-lidded sleepy eyes, he gives me a ridiculously cute smirk.
“I know, Piper. Go to sleep, we’ll talk about it later.”
I always knew Charlotte loved her nest and that her pack sees it as a revered place, but this is truly the first time I really get it. This is more than a room, this is a place where I can be completely me with the two people who have somehow become my whole life.
CHAPTER32
By some fucking miracle, we’ve made it to the conference finals. It feels like I’ve been both completely absent and wildly honed in until now. My body is exhausted, but I’m trying to keep my mind focused. The away games have been more than difficult, and it feels sacrilegious to say that I wish the Rangers would have won the Metro division just so that Piper could have maybe traveled with us. I know it wouldn’t have happened and that it would probably be a bigger distraction than anything.
I can’t decide whether being bonded to Piper is better or worse in this situation. On the one hand, it’s like there is a tether to her keeping us close, and the other very needy part that craves her at all times can be distracting.
The only reason I’m sane is because of Alexi. He’s very respectful of how he treats me when we’re around the team, but us being together is far from a secret. The only secret is the capacity of our relationship. We aren’t simply partners, we’re far more than that, and I kind of like that we have this secret. I’ve been able to keep Piper and Alexi to myself with no input from anyone else. Not that it’s a secret how much Alexi takes care of me from the team’s perspective.
Somehow Alexi has enough in with the coach, or the manager, to always make sure that we share a room during away games.
The Canes are the higher seed, so the first game is in Raleigh. It’s nostalgic in a way, the Hurricanes being the team we’re playing against, and they were my first ever starting NHL game. The first game is on Sunday during the day, so we flew out early and are getting dinner with the team.
Sloane is walking around with her phone taking videos, and she stops over by us. Nilsen is right next to me, and he beams as the Omega walks over. His smile is horrifying, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Bram, there’s a new dance trend. Do you think you could—”
She doesn’t even finish her sentence. “Where do you want me?” She smiles at him and leads him to a corner of the restaurant as light music plays from her phone and she teaches him the dance moves. The rest of the team laughs at his expense. He throws a few angry looks our way, but then turns soft when he looks back at Sloane.
“Pussy whipped,” Johannson says from the other side of the table. Alexi, Mikael, and Eli all stiffen as he says it.
“To be correct, it would be Omega whipped. Also, I don’t think coach would like to hear you saying shit like that,” Eli says, irritation written all over his face. He’s usually incredibly easy going, but right now, he looks like he wants to bite Johannson’s head off.
“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that. It was a joke.”
