26. Teddy
CHAPTER 26
Teddy
I t was the first game of the year. The best chance to let my Alpha hormones send my Omega into heat.
And I was hoping the sight of me in my element as a superstar football player would do that.
After I lifted her carefully over the partition to stand next to Rook and Erain, I gripped my helmet tightly in my fist.
My skin was buzzing from the contact.
“Well, have a game,” she said, running her hands down her arms and then through the hair she had tied up in a bun.
The movements sent powerful waves of her scent barreling into me, and my throat began to fill with panic.
“Piper, please stop that,” I begged. “Every time you flip your hair or run your hands through it, it drives me mad with desire. I won’t be able to concentrate on the game.”
“Oh, you mean, like this?” she asked, taking hold of her scrunchie and then pulling it out, so her hair fell in long waves down her back, the pink and blue highlights glinting in the sun.
“Fuck, yes, that,” I choked, feeling my chest constrict with desire. “It’s so damn sexy that I can’t concentrate.”
Piper scrunched her nose at me.
“Please baby girl, you can’t do that,” I begged. “I won’t be able to focus on the field.”
“Come here, Teddy,” she said, crooking a finger at me.
I jumped eagerly up to the wall, desperately wanting it to be like I’d seen with teammates—Piper bending down to give me a kiss before the game started. I could almost taste her now.
As I got closer, the drool began to pool in my mouth again, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
What a damn perfect sight, to see my Omega flanked by my best friends Rook and Erain, ready to watch me play.
She looked absolutely dynamite, too.
She was wearing tight white pants and a white tank top, and her whole body was tanned and glistening and taut and perfect.
As I got eagerly closer, practically panting like a dog, she grabbed my ear and hissed into it, “I’m not helping you, asshole. You’re fucked.”
Then she dropped my ear and stepped back.
“Go along with you now.”
Oh fuck
Before I could ask her what she meant, I heard a whistle and I had to jog over to my coach, with only one last look behind my shoulder at where she stood watching me, her shirt riding up to show a fucking mouth-watering glimpse of his tight little stomach.
The game started all right.
I tried to get in the zone, narrow my focus to the game only.
But I kept smelling Piper, faint and distant at first, then stronger. And stronger yet, her scent washing over me in uncontrollably powerful waves.
But this was supposed to be my big chance.
My big opportunity to get Piper to fall in love with me.
Was I even going to be able to play the whole game like this, with this needy desperation for her?
I called for a timeout.
Taping my dick to my thigh before the game, had been excruciatingly uncomfortable, but it was at least better than going on the field with my cock fully at attention. But my dick was straining at the bindings, twitching and dripping with precum.
“Teddy, what is wrong with you?” my coach barked. “Get your goddamn head in the game, son!”
I nodded, promised I would.
But I could not do it.
It was like every time she even moved in her seat, another fresh wave of scent washed over me, making me twitch like a fish on the line.
I took a snap, fell back, searching for an open receiver.
But as I did, another wave of Piper’s delicious perfume hit me, and I felt myself begin to shift.
The crowd gasped, my every movement projected hugely on the big screen.
I kept flicking rapidly between shifted and human, halfway between, then fully wolf, a deep sheen on my arms, claws slicing out from my fingertips to sink deep into the football.
Fuck.
I heard the whistle blow and my coach calling another time out.
“Teddy, get on the bench!” he roared. “And you can stay out of this game until you get your head on straight.”
I felt my shoulders drop as I slunk back to the bench.
My eyes were swimming as I grabbed a tablet and pretended to look at the play by play.
My skin seemed to be on fire, and I wanted to fucking itch myself all over as my wolf pelt shredded off my skin, then back on again.
The crowd was booing.
I hadn't heard a single damn boo for my playing ever .
Not since I began playing football in middle school, and it had been nothing but an unending wave of adulation ever since.
As I sat miserably on the bench, the hopes of getting Piper’s pheromones craving me dashed, the game wound its miserable way to a conclusion.
Capitol Lupines lost 30-3.
On my way off the field, Zoey and Chloe hopped in front of me, their pom-poms waving in the air, smiles still pasted on their faces despite our grueling loss.
“Hi Teddy, want to come play with us later?”
I recoiled.
Hell no.
It was the strangest sensation, looking at them and having zero interest in fucking them, but even the thought of it made me nauseated.
What had I been doing before?
Had I avoided meaningful relationships because I was waiting for my Omega?
Or was I just a shallow player?
I wanted to be sure I said this in front of Piper, so I walked rapidly to where she was still standing, unconcerned as fuck, at the partition.
“Don't contact me again, please. I'm blocking both your numbers.”
They opened their mouths to object but I heard Rook’s hiss of displeasure, and they both shut their mouths and scuttled off.
Oh, God, would this convince Piper at all?
She was so stone faced.
Like she didn't believe me at all, and I felt panic wash over me,
“I mean it,” I croaked. “I promise I’ll always be faithful.”
Piper only tossed her head.
“Bold words from a man with his dick taped to his legs.”
For a meathead like me who wasn’t all that quick-witted, she was irresistible. I wanted to lie on the couch with her and put my head in the crook of her neck so she could roast me all day.
I just wish my dick wouldn't be so damn embarrassing, so she could see how much I was into her personality, too.