Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
GRIFFIN
I want to weed out Clover from our pack.
It had been bad enough last night when Vaughn kicked me out during his rut. Something that had only happened when he was with Terry and could actually fuck someone. To do it for a stranger was not okay.
It wasn’t that my feelings were hurt over it. It was Vaughn’s rut and he could deal with that however he wanted to. But he had been angry with me and hadn’t come into my room this morning to talk to me.
Finding him curled up around the Omega, in Apollo’s bed, still asleep, had been a stab in my heart.
He hadn’t been sleeping well. Insomnia because of his breakup and his family falling apart seemed like a pretty normal side effect to have.
We stayed up late together most nights. Just talking a lot about making it to the show with Apollo. We’d talk about what our life would look like in a few years from now. Once all of our dreams had come true. Dreams that included an Omega in the future.
Not now.
An Omega in our life now was a distraction that none of us needed to have.
We had a plan.
We’d get drafted and all play together or at least close together. With the new pack regulations in the ABOHL, packs had to be on teams within an hour drive of each other. This made it easier for pack houses and for families.
There were four divisions within the ABOHL and we were in the Northeastern. If we weren’t drafted to the Otters we could be on a couple other teams. The Bandits, who were a Trophy contender this year, but were the farthest team away. Maybe we could be drafted to the Elite who were a bunch of pricks that thought they were too good to show grit.
Hopefully we all were Otter’s.
These were the thoughts that were bubbling around in my head at pregame skate.
The smell of Shirley Temple’s makes me dizzy as I wonder if she is here watching or if the foolish Omega has gotten into my head already.
She couldn’t be in my head. I didn’t care about some silly Omega.
Vaughn is staying with her at the house, since everyone else is playing tonight. Apollo had taken his temperature and checked in with him to make sure he’d be okay with the baby weed. His rut wasn’t a full blown week and for that I’m thankful.
Still, what kind of idiot leaves an Omega with an Alpha in rut?
It was nice to see him before I left for the rink. Even if he was with the Omega curled up on the couch with her as he asked her too many questions. At least he’s not being all sad and pout like he has been since everything went down.
I should be thankful for that.
I’m not.
A stick catches my shins and I see Mick glaring at me.
“Head in the game asshole.” He snaps, suddenly thinking about hockey and not the fucking Omega.
Which is good because I’m not thinking about fucking the Omega either. I’m not thinking about how innocent she must be. She didn’t even know what a rut was. What else did she not know about? What would she need to learn? Imagine if she was on her knees and letting me talk her into sucking my cock. Showing her how to open her pretty pink lips, use her tongue to ease where my precum is leaking out, and-
Fuck .
The cup is cutting off the circulation to my erection and it does not feel good.
I’ve let the Omega get under my skin. This is not good. This is-
Why is the Omega against the glass? Why would Vaughn think to bring her here? He could go into a real rut if something happens during the game. It’s dangerous for him to be here right now.
Skating over to the bench, I smack the glass they’re in front of making them turn.
Clover’s cheeks are painted with two numbers.
My number 13 and 40 for Mick.
Why is her having my number on-
Oh my hell .
He put her in my jersey and-
My eyes meet Vaughn’s and I notice then that he isn’t looking so good.
Shit .
Moving the glass slightly he lifts her onto the bench, a move that is going to get the coach to lose his fucking mind if he sees. Thankfully, this is just pregame skate so we’re not about to get our asses handed to us.
“I liked when you humped the ice.” The Omega says, making me look down at her.
She looks tiny in my jersey and being on skates I’m towering over her. Didn’t know I had a size kink until right now but currently thinking about how I want to completely dominate her. Have her under me as I tell her to relax so she can take me between her thighs.
No one warned me how painful an erection in a cup is and I feel like it should have been discussed. There has been a lot of time in locker rooms for me and-
“Is that a hickey?” The Omegas neck has a big bruise on it and it’s very clear that my pack mate had almost bonded the Omega. From the dark purple color and the teeth marks that are there he had a hard time stopping.
Her cheeks turn the prettiest color of pink as she tug her hair over her shoulder, like that’s going to hide the massive evidence.
Vaughn rubs his face with his hands, making me pay attention to him.
“She has to stay here. I couldn’t drive. It’s too hazy so I couldn’t get her to Apollo. If she just sits in the locker room during the game she should be fine. I’m going to go talk to the coach about it and figure it out.” He hugs me then. A full force of his body against mine as he squeezes me until I finally forget that I have to breathe.
Fuck .
Why does he have to be my best friend? I can’t say no to him and we both know that.
“Why is there a puck bunny on my-don’t growl at me again, son.” Coach warns Vaughn.
I rub my pack mates back as Clover slips behind me, like she wants to be protected from this new person. I shouldn’t like that but I do. I like her feeling safe enough that she uses me as her own shield.
Vaughn is barely hanging on and I want him out of here. Home in his own bed where he can fuck his fist and make a mess of his sheets. He’s going to need to come about seventy times before
“Vaughn’s in rut and about to head home.” I explain, ruffling his hair. I lean in to kiss his temple. He’s hot under my lips, a bit of sweat there.
His smell is so thick and I can feel him shiver in my arms. I want to go with him and make sure he’s okay, but Vaughn will just push everyone away right now.
So much for us thinking he wasn’t in a full rut.
Vaughn looks at Clover who is peeking out behind my back. This is such a shit show.
“Be good, cherry girl. Listen to Griffin. He’ll let me know if you’ve listened. And you do want to be a good girl for me, right?”
Good girl.
Jesus fuck she’s perfuming.
I don’t think. I just turn and rub my sweaty neck all in her hair making her yelp out and then she stops as she scents me.
I know what I smell like. It’s rich and a little burn to it like-
“Eggnog! You smell like Christmas?”
Excuse fucking me?
“You’re right, little Omega. I never noticed our boy here smells like eggnog before but you’re right. He’s our little Santa Claus.”
Of course McKinley spotted her and now he is all up on the bench pushing us towards the hallways and locker room.
Coach looks between us and then something clicks in his head like he is making sense of what he is seeing now. I know that whatever he is about to say is going to be wrong and I try to wrangle in my anger. Someone screams from the crowd and the Omega is whimpering making all of us look at her.
Vaughn looks feral now.
Not great.
“I have her, Vaughn. You go home. I’ll watch her. And make sure she’s a good fucking girl for you.” I snap out.
He shakes his head as if he’s trying to clear it before taking off down the tunnel and creating some distance between us. Shaking a glove off I grab the Omegas hand, making her yelp out.
I’m gentle as I cup her hand, tugging her towards the locker room.
“You can’t have her in the locker room. No females in there.” Coach gets on my case, “Even if she is your packs Omega you can’t-”
“She’s not our Omega.”
“Yet.”
That mother fucker McKinley is getting a mouthful of dick tonight. I’m going to fuck his loud mouth until he loses his voice and his jaw needs to be wired shut. Then I’m going to cum until he’s choking on it and needs to suck on my cock like it’s a lozenge to feel better.
Yet .
Who the fuck does he think he is? Why does he think he can make decisions about who our Omega is? We have a plan and a timeline that we’re supposed to meet. There is no time for pretty little Omegas who have scents like heaven.
Fingers weave in mine and squeeze my hand. It feels nice knowing she is here with me.
And that’s exactly why we can’t have an Omega. These head games that they play. How she is already under my skin?
“I can wait somewhere until you’re done. Do you want me to lock myself in the bathroom? I can be quiet and out of everyone's way. Vaughn packed my laptop. Martha sent me some things about my Omega studies that I can work on and-”
I kiss her to shut her up.
At least, I tell myself that I kiss her to shut her up and not because her lips are such a pretty shade of pink that I feel like if I don’t get to kiss them and see if I can get them red I will die.
The way her little gasp of shock as my lips touch against hers draws me in closer and I’m chasing the taste of her breath on mine. My tongue darts out as one of my gloved hands cups the back of her head, running my tongue along her bottom lip in a bid to get her mouth to open up.
I want to taste her nervous babble. Feel the Modge Podge of words on my own tongue. I want to swallow down her nerves and spit confidence into her mouth.
The problem with kissing this Omega is that as soon as her tongue nervously strokes against mine I know that I am without a doubt completely fucked.
Pulling back she looks up at me, blinking a few times before she squeals and claps her hands.
“That was my first kiss.”
Oh .
Oh hell.
Apollo’s going to kill me.
Oh. Fuck.
Apollo’s mother is REALLY going to kill me.
“Do you want a second kiss?” McKinley asks like he is the one that is going to give it to her.
“YES!”
“No she does not. This is not some carnival kissing game.” Coach interrupts as I glare at McKinley. My hand once more reached out to draw the Omega close to me.
What the hell was I thinking?
“What are you doing with her?” He asks, looking at me like I’m the one with reason. It’s a look that I never get from everyone and the feeling is heady having the look of someone I respect on me like that.
“I’m going to put her in a helmet and make her sit on the bench.” He looks like he’s going to argue but then thinks better of it.
Maybe he can see there is no sense to be talked into anyone anymore. Coach is also an Alpha who has been with his Omega and his other pack mates for more than three decades. He gets that Omegas drive us all a little insane.
He throws his hands up, walking away and I look down at the Omega.
“Okay baby weed, let's get you ready for a hockey game.”