This time, he allows me to slip out, but I only get a few steps away before his voice stops me.
“Be careful on the ice this weekend, Koen. I will pull you out of a fight by your jersey if I need to.”
This time, I can’t suppress the shiver as I perfume. Fuck! I was doing so damn well up until now.
Rhodes groans as I hurry out of the room, my face hidden as I basically run away. I know it’s biology, and I can’t help my nature, but I still have a difficult time with it.
I’m not on heat blockers because they’re considered dangerous by our league doctors, so I lock myself in my apartment during my heat to white knuckle through my heat with knotted toys. I’ve never been with an alpha before, and I’ve always felt I would be fine without a knot.
Now, I find myself wondering what it would be like, and those are thoughts I need to shut down before I see Rhodes and Skylar on the ice again. They may seem like nice alphas, but there’s no way to be sure. I don’t have time for relationships, especially one that’s long distance.
For all I know, they were toying with the omega tonight. No fucking thank you.
CHAPTER THREE
SKYLAR
“What the fuck was that about?” Rhodes asks as we drive home. “He smelled…”
“Like he’s ours. Peaches and motherfucking tobacco. I don’t know whether I want to eat or smoke him,” I growl. “We’ve played against him before, but the ice has a way of fucking with our sinuses. He’s bounced between teams, and we haven’t been playing the Midwest teams this season. Koen also isn’t the most social.”
“So you didn’t want to let go of him because he’s our scent match?” Rhodes asks.
“Correct. He’s adorable. Koen has no issues playing against the big dogs, and he has a reputation for throwing himself into the game like he’s going to fucking war,” I grumble as I turn at the light. “He’s someone Coach told us to watch out for.”
“It means he’ll have a target on his back this weekend,” Rhodes realizes. “Fuck. The Angels are going to go hard on him then. What the fuck can we do?”
“I’m going to drag his ass out of the dog piles whenever I can, and we’re going to talk with our agent to see if the Cougars are looking for a trade,” I grunt. “The cutoff is coming up soon, which means everyone is going to be scrambling to make their moves. Minnesota would be lucky to have us.”
“It’s fucking cold there,” Rhodes sighs. “It’s a good thing I love a reason to shop.”
My lips twitch in amusement at his words. My man is definitely a clothes whore. He can afford it, and he always makes sure to get the sluttiest scraps of lace along with it so I can tear it from his body with my teeth.
My scent floods the car, and Rhodes groans as he adjusts himself. Everything smells like rosemary, and I give zero fucks about it. His plug needs to come out soon so I can fuck him.
“What did you think of him?” I ask, beginning to think about everything we need to do before we prepare to pull up stakes.
It’ll be a new city to learn, new people to meet and the best restaurants to find, but that’s to be expected. Rhodes and I have been discussing changing teams, and the Cougars are pretty damn fierce. Unfortunately for them, their goalies aren’t as good as Rhodes.
In order to get my man, it’ll be made clear they need to take me too. My skills aren’t anything to sneer at, and Koen needs someone to watch out for him on the ice. If he’s going to fight, then he can have my fists to stay safe.
I love throwing off my gloves and fucking up shit too, but even I have the sense the good lord gave me. The omega captain doesn’t give a fuck how big the other guy is, he’ll throw down anyway.
“He’s gorgeous,” Rhodes admits. “Strong shoulders, a jawline that could fucking cut glass, and he smells like heaven. Here I’ve been thinking that I couldn’t possibly need anything else in life, and he strolls through the room looking like sin. Myproblem is that he didn’t seem to react the same. He ran from us.”
“Baby, you know I love a challenge,” I say with a smirk. “I want to do some digging on him. Someone has to know if he’s on scent blockers or some shit.”
“They’re illegal,” Rhodes reminds me. “The league tests for them.”
“They do, but there are things that don’t remain in the bloodstream for long enough to pull a positive test,” I reply. “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. He could have allergies, or maybe a deviated septum or some shit from playing hockey. The truth is we don’t know enough to be able to tell why he didn’t react to us as his scent matches. It took everything in me not to shove him against a wall and kiss the fuck out of him.”
“That’s probably a good way to get a restraining order taken out on you,” Rhodes chuckles. “How unhinged do we want to go?”
“That all depends on how hard he fights our scent match,” I admit, parking in the underground parking lot. “Let’s go upstairs so I can see what his dating life looks like. For all we know, he could have a pack.”
“The omega perfumed for us,” Rhodes says, his eyes rolling back as he remembers his scent.
“I know,” I sigh. “He was into us. Confused at times as to why we were hitting on him, but there was definitely interest. So why the fuck did he run from us?”
