Swallowing, I quickly yank my hand up, standing there with my prize. My eyes widen at the bag, wetness seeping through the white paper and staining it.
I can’t stop my groan as I hold it out in front of me, taking the deepest inhale I can. I nearly fucking buckle because what the actual fuck is his slick fucking doing in here?
I need to clean my arm, but I have to get out of here before Luke finds me.
I want to savor it, turn it inside out, and lick every inch. Hell, I don’t care what other trash it’s touched, I’m closer to touching his slick than I’ve ever been, and I can’t give it up for anything.
I don’t want to get caught, so I swipe my lunchbox from the counter, stuffing it in my sports bag, feeling like a fucking thief as I escape to my car.
Timber
Ihaven’t eaten all day because I can’t open my sports bag. I won’t do it in the locker room because if the guys smell Luke’s slick, I’ll never hear the end of it. If I open it somewhere secret, like in the bathroom or an empty room, I’m pretty sure I’ll give in to my alpha side and go crazy.
Grabbing stuff from the vending machine halfway through the day isn’t enough after the hours we put in practicing at the rink.
I’m definitely getting healthier after eating Luke’s meals, but the downside is I can’t just munch on five protein bars and expect them to carry me for the rest of the day.
But I’m going to a different kind of feast, and I feel guilty as fuck, so I need a place that’s public and private.
I’m tempting fate by going to the usual spot where I eat lunch every day. Hopefully, the scent won’t escape from the enclosed space and draw other alphas.
Standing by the bench, I’ve taken the dish towel out of the paper bag, and I’m just holding it, staring at the soaked, blue and white striped fabric and wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.
My mouth is already watering at the smell emanating from it, but it feels wrong that I stole it. I don’t know why it’s even in there, but it’s mine now, though I wish I hadn't found the damn thing.
With a trembling hand, I lift it up to my nose.
My stomach flips, and I take a first sniff. I gasp in shock at the sweetness that floats up and curls around me.
Desperately drawing in a breath, I do everything I can to suck down the scent. Something snaps, and a growl suddenly rumbles in my chest as the scent gets me, bouncing off the walls of the tiny enclosed area.
I need more of it; I have to have more. I’m going to drown if I don’t get everything I can right now.
The damp fabric brushes my upper lip, and I hold it there, too scared to carry on.
Inhaling, trembling, I fall back against the wall as it hits me again.
Another sniff, and a groan pours out as my legs go weak.
I already know this is his scent. I’ve tasted it before mixed with oatmeal, but this is pure, unfiltered slick. Another sniff has my eyes rolling as my cock hardens and my alpha side bursts to life.
I want my omega.
Practice is over, and everyone is heading home. I could easily drive back, grab Luke, and make him mine. It’s the same madness that tore through me when I first kissed Ollie.
I can’t resist; I have to have a taste. Just one lick, then I’ll put it away.
No one will ever know.
Holding my breath, my heart pounding in my ears, I extend my tongue. I’m so fucking nervous, but I need this more than anything right now.
The moment it touches the dish towel, my mouth explodes with maple syrup, and pleasure shudders straight from my lips to my cock.
My vision goes white, and everything in my world is reduced to the tip of my tongue.
My moans become deeper, needier, and every gasp is filled with Luke’s taste as I savor the dish towel. It’s so rich and sweet that I know I won’t be able to live without it anymore.
I grow more confident, spreading my tongue over the cloth, finding places where it tastes stronger, thicker, the exact spots where he must have buried it between his legs.
