“Ah, thanks,” he says, appearing stunned.
Rhodes throws his arm around Koen as he pushes him into motion and we’re headed toward the exit.
“What the fuck just happened?” Koen asks weakly.
“You’re going to bed with a belly full of cum and a date with me,” I tell him, grinning like an idiot. “Aren’t you a lucky little omega?”
“Somehow, I think our definitions of ‘lucky’ are very different,” he mutters, pushing Rhodes' arm off him as he heads toward his car.
“It’s probably pushing my luck if we slash his tires, huh?” Rhodes asks sadly as he walk toward our jeep.
“Oh yeah,” I snort, my hand on his back to keep him from going through with it. “I want Koen to sleep in our bed. How about you focus on that, baby?”
Rhodes’ head bobs in agreement, already thinking about how to make that happen. Koen is probably less likely to go as willingly as he did earlier.
“Bet,” he murmurs. “I can make that happen.”
You can run for now, Little Omega, but it won’t be far.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KOEN
Why am I so fucking hot?I’m sweating, and I groan as I try to turn in my sleep. Except, I’m stuck and can’t move. Frowning, I decide that’s not right.
I may be a deep sleeper, but this is weird even for me. My eyes slowly open, but it takes a moment for me to understand what’s happening. My arms are tied over my head again, and Skylar and Rhodes are cuddling against me.
Why am I the omega cuddle toy? I know I fell asleep in my own bed last night, but I crashed hard after brushing the combined taste of cum, precum, and spit out of my mouth. The omega part of me didn’t want to do it, which is why I scrubbed the fuck out of my tongue.
I don’t care if I’m being contrary, but I don’t want alphas. Especially if their way of courting me is to tie me to their bed.
I must make a noise because Skylar yawns as he flops onto his back. It helps a little with the heat flooding my body but not by much. Fuck, I need Rhodes to get off me.
My feet are free, helping my range of motion as I twist my body to dump the cuddly psychotic goalie onto the mattress. It takes a few minutes and I’m sweaty by the time I manage it. The fan that’s blowing above our bodies helps cool me off, but I frown as I feel slightly crampy.
No. No. Fuck no.
I need space. I need air that isn’t flooded with alpha pheromones and doesn’t smell like rosemary and pineapple.
Oh shit!We all slept in, and I haven’t used my blocker cream in over twenty-four hours. I’ve been too busy to think about it, which means I didn’t reapply my cream. Goddamn, they smell so fucking good, and a lot like mine.
I know what the two alphas on either side of me taste like. My cream doesn’t work on my tastebuds, and the drag of Rhodes’ crown over my tongue was enough for me to get a really good idea of what he tastes like. It’s a crime that his scent and flavor is pineapple.
He’s too damn mischievous to taste like my favorite fucking fruit.
I wonder if alpha cum can also jump start my heat? Fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s a factor as well.
“Skylar!” I hiss, my face blank despite my inner panic.
My alpha pheromone cream isn’t going to save me anymore but a little space might help.
“Mmm,” he groans.
“I need to use the bathroom. I will piss the bed out of spite if you don’t let me loose,” I threaten.
Skylar yanks on a rope half asleep, releasing me before flopping onto his stomach to go back to sleep. I won’t admit this out loud, but the Saints had it in for the both of us. My back still twinges from when I fell onto my back on the ice.
Unfortunately, Skylar drops his heavy arm over my waist, and it takes some maneuvering to get out without waking himup. Moving as quickly as possible, I go to the room I’m sleeping in and rush to take a shower. I didn’t necessarily lie when I said I needed to piss, but I can take care of that in the shower too.
