Chapter 9
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It’s been a week since the auction, and Blair Reyes has become unbearable.
He mouths off during every single drill, that sharp tongue of his running faster than his feet.
He “accidentally” brushes his ass against me every time he shoots in on the mats, his hips rolling just enough to make my jaw clench.
Worst of all, he walks around the gym smelling like both of us, our scents soaked so thoroughly into his skin that the entire wrestling wing reeks of claimed Omega.
The girls’ team has started whispering. The guys’ team is worse.
I’ve overheard three separate conversations this week alone about “whatever the hell is going on with Reyes and Coach Vega.”
Roxie and I have had to keep our distance in public. It’s like Blair is drunk on our scent. Every time we get too close his pupils blow wide and his scent spikes so hard my teeth ache with the urge to drag him into the nearest closet and remind him exactly who he belongs to.
I knew if we started something that it would be explosive but I had no idea Blair would fall so hard and so quickly. And with the match tomorrow, Blair is only upping his game, pushing harder, talking more shit, trying to prove something to everyone and no one.
The problem is my possessive side is coming out stronger than I expected.
Every night I don’t spend with that mouthy Omega in our bed, something tightens in my chest until it feels like I can’t breathe properly.
I thought we’d have some fun, maybe make this a thing, but it’s become so much more than that. I can’t fathom him leaving.
Late tonight, long after the rest of the team has gone home, I find him in the spare bedroom we turned into a small practice space.
He’s supposed to be drilling takedowns. Instead, he’s goofing off, spinning across the mat, throwing lazy shots at the air, and humming some ridiculous song under his breath like he doesn’t have a crucial match in less than twelve hours.
I lean in the doorway and watch him for a long moment. “You need to focus if you’re going to win tomorrow, Reyes.”
He glances over his shoulder, that cocky grin already in place. “I’m plenty focused, Coach. Just warming up the hips. You know, for science.”
I step inside and close the door behind me.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets worse, arching his back a little more on the next shot, making sure I get a perfect view of the way his compression shorts cling to his ass.
The scent of him blooms brighter, sweet and smoky and deliberately provocative. Shit.
A low growl rumbles through my chest as I cross the room.
My hand lands between his shoulder blades and I pin him face-first against the wall before he can finish his next smart remark.
He gasps, the sound turning into a low moan when I slide my other hand down the front of his shorts and wrap my fingers around his cock. He’s already hard. Of course he is.
I drag my hand down his length, my thumb dragging over the silver piercing at the head exactly the way I know drives him crazy. I bring him right to the edge and then stop.
“Sol—fuck—please—”
I pull my hand away as his whine heightens before I repeat the motion. The third time, I rock my hips against his ass, pleased at the sudden scent of slick bursting through the room. Blair’s head falls to the wall, his voice cracking as he pleads for release.
“You don’t get to use your mouth like that all day,” I murmur against his ear, “and then beg with it when I finally touch you. Try again tomorrow.”
I step back as Blair stays pressed to the wall for a second, breathing hard, before he turns around. His eyes are glassy, his lips parted, his cock still straining against the wet fabric of his shorts.
“Shower,” I tell him. “Now.”
He stumbles toward the bathroom without another word.
Roxie’s head appears around the doorframe a moment later, eyebrows raised. “Even that was a little mean.”
I catch her by the waist and pull her into a slow kiss. She melts against me instantly, hands sliding under my hoodie to settle on the bare skin of my waist.
“I’m not sure I can sleep without him in our bed for another night,” I admit against her mouth.
Roxie pulls back just far enough to grin at me. “Look at you. Already fallen for the bratty little wrestling Omega.”
I huff a quiet laugh and rest my forehead against hers.
“I needed to know it was more than attraction, Rox. He’s hot as fuck, sure.
But is that all this is? I need to know that at the end of the semester, he doesn’t just walk out of our lives.
” I sag a little against her. “When I said I wanted him to be our Omega the other night, I meant it, but I don’t know if it means the same thing for him. ”
Roxie’s smile softens. She brushes her thumb along my jaw. “We could just ask him, right?”
I shake my head. “I’ve tried. It always ends up with someone inside someone else.
It’s hard to keep my head about him when he’s here.
” A chuckle rumbles through me, remembering how it was when Roxie and I first met.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. It took her nearly moving into my apartment before I had the conversation about forever.
Roxie’s eyes sparkle with that quiet confidence I fell in love with a year and a half ago. “We know he’s ours,” she says simply. “We just have to make him see it.”
I kiss her again, slower this time, letting the truth of her words settle in my chest.
Blair Reyes is going to be the death of me. But I’m starting to think I might be okay with that.