“Fuck. Damn it, Addie,” he growls, as his hands on my thighs tighten and his body stiffens above me. He cums hard, the feeling of his cock jerking inside me, pumping me full of his cum prolongs my orgasm.
He keeps thrusting into me through my release until he’s done filling me with his.
When he’s done, he covers my body with his, careful not to put his weight on me. “I’ll never get enough of you, Omega.” He peppers kisses on my sweaty back. I feel content, happy, and so damn satisfied right now.
“Good.” I smile, my body nothing but jelly. “Because you're stuck with me for life.”
“Not stuck. It's a privilege to call you my Omega, Cupcake. One I’ll never take advantage of again.”
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This is the first Scented Scorpions game I’ve been able to attend for a while. I’m excited to see my guys play, and even better, I get to watch with my bestie.
I’m meeting her here because I had to run a few last-minute errands. If I’m going to be spending a few days here in Nashville, I need to fill the fridge up with food.
I swear I have no idea how they’re still alive.
The stadium is buzzing, as fans in red and black jerseys fill the arena. I smile, loving how much the world loves this team. I’m honored to be a part of it in some way.
It’s nice to just sit here and enjoy it like an everyday fan, rather than have the eyes of the world on me, knowing I’m the Omega of some of the biggest hockey players in the world.
I know the day will come, but for now, I’m enjoying my own little bubble with my guys.
Cae arrives escorted by her Alpha, Miles, who happens to be the Scented Scorpions' coach.
“Is he okay?” I ask when he leaves. He seemed reluctant to let her go, but I don’t blame him. My Alphas are the same.
“No,” She shakes her head. “The three of them were fine at home, but he just seems really anxious now that I’m in the stands.”
“I’m sure it’s just them being overprotective. Carson texted me right up until he had to put his phone away. It’s crazy packed tonight.”
“Yeah.” She takes my hand in hers. “Maybe.”
“Let’s chat, watch, and get our minds off it, okay?”
“Okay,” she smiles.
Cae and I fall into easy conversation until the game starts. Everything seems fine until the announcer starts naming off players.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Cae freezes up, her whole body going tense.
My brows furrow as she meets Miles’ eyes, giving him a smile that I know for a fact isn’t genuine.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, not liking the uneasy feeling filling my gut. What’s got her so freaked out?
“Just...hold my hand?” she asks, her throat working hard as she swallows. “A ghost is walking over my grave.”
I take her hand without hesitation, giving it a squeeze.
I search the ice, trying to find what is getting her worked up, but I just can't pinpoint it.
The game begins. Cae is focused on Levon, her packmate.
I do my best to help keep her calm. Eventually, she speaks. “The other team,” she tells me. “Number thirty-eight.”
Not sure who that is exactly, so I pull out my phone and look him up.
When I see the name, my eyes widen, and my heart sinks. “No fucking way.”
