Chapter 14
sol
The dual meet is loud, the chaos vibrating in my chest as the floorboards hum from the stomps, footsteps, yelling.
Knotlocke’s gym is packed with students, alumni, rival fans, and the usual chaos of bodies and scents and adrenaline.
I’m in the corner instead of the stands because Rhys called in sick this morning as well as the assistant coach who rarely shows up, leaving me to coach the men’s side while still keeping an eye on the woman’s team.
Even though I help with practice, I rarely oversee the actual meets.
Though tonight, it’s hard not to be proud of the men’s team.
Blair is on fire tonight. He moves like he was born for this with the best form I’ve ever seen from him.
Every shot is clean, every reversal perfectly executed.
He’s reading his opponent before the guy even decides what he’s going to do.
The crowd roars every time Blair drives someone to the mat, and I feel a fierce, possessive pride swell in my chest that has nothing to do with the program and everything to do with the Omega currently pinning a senior from Ridgeview like it’s personal.
Midway through the third round, it hits me. My nostrils flare at the sudden scent of sweet syrup so thick I can taste it on my tongue, layered heavy over Blair’s usual dark cherry and burnt sugar. The scent cuts straight through the gym noise and sweat and adrenaline like a blade.
Blair doesn’t seem to notice or he’s strong enough to push through it.
He’s deep in the match and I know he’s too stubborn and focused on the win.
Though, I see the exact second the spike fully registers in his body.
His shoulders tighten, and his hips stutter for half a breath but he powers through.
The last twenty seconds are pure grit. He shoots low, drives his opponent down, and pins him with a force that makes the ref’s hand slap the mat hard.
However, the moment the whistle blows, the ref dragging Blair’s hand up in the air, his eyes dart to me. He stands there for a moment, his eyes already glazing over before stumbling in my direction. God, this couldn’t get anymore embarrassing.
Blair barely makes it to me before I can drag him off into the office, away from prying eyes.
By the time I get the door closed, slick has already soaked through the front of his singlet.
The dark fabric clings obscenely to his thighs, the scent of cherry and desperate Omega rolling off him in waves so strong I can taste it on the back of my tongue.
His eyes are wide, pupils blown, confusion and panic flickering across his face as he stumbles a step forward into my desk.
“Sol,” he rasps. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t missed one. I can’t be—”
I dig my phone out of my pocket and dial Roxie who picks up on the first ring. “Car. Now,” I tell her. “Blair’s spiking. Back entrance. Hurry.”
“On my way,” she says, just as Blair whines from beside me. “I feel like I’m going to come just listening to that. Hold on, Alpha.”
I twist to look at our Omega, Blair already trying to climb me.
He’s blissed out, his hands fisting in my hoodie as he presses against me, his hips grinding desperately. Cherry and slick and pure need flood the small office. My own control frays at the edges, but I keep my voice steady. “Baby, you have to wait—”
He lets out a low broken moan and then shoves me. My back hits the floor, Blair on top of me in seconds, ripping at my pants with shaking fingers. He yanks them down just enough, shoves his own singlet aside, and slides into me in one desperate thrust.
The laughter that bubbles out of me turns into a moan the second he bottoms out.
“Fuck—Sol—Alpha—”
He fucks me hard and fast, chasing the spike that’s clearly overriding every suppressant he’s been on. I thread my fingers through his curls and hold on, letting him take what he needs while Roxie’s voice comes through the phone I’m still gripping.
“Damn,” she breathes. “Car’s outside. Let’s go before you two get caught.”
Blair comes with a broken cry, flooding my pussy. But he doesn’t soften. He stays hard inside me, whimpering against my neck. “I don’t know why I’m having a spike—fuck—I’m still hard. Alpha…”
I dislodge him gently, pulling my pants back up and fixing his singlet as best I can. He’s shaking, his scent pouring off him in heavy waves. I scoop him up, his legs around my waist, his face buried in my neck and carry him out the back door.
Roxie’s car is idling right there. She leans over from the driver’s seat, eyes dark. “Alpha,” she teases, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flustered.”
I stumble slightly as I push Blair into the back seat.
He immediately latches onto my neck, sucking and licking at the skin like he can’t stop himself.
I manage to peel him off long enough to get in the front, and pull the door shut.
“I’ve never had an Omega tackle me to the floor and fuck me like that,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. “God, he’s perfect.”
Roxie laughs, and pulls away from the building.
In the rearview mirror I watch Blair curl up in the back seat, his cock tenting the fabric, his eyes half-lidded as he watches us both.
His cum is trickling out of me, creating a small wet spot against my panties.
A few moments from now, I’ll have soaked through my own pants and as embarrassing as that is, having a feral Omega during his heat is an exciting prospect.
A small hand grips my shoulder, the other reaching down to grab my tit before lips attach to my neck again. “Need you, Alpha.”
Roxie quickly glances over and starts laughing, my resulting chuckle turning into a moan when he pinches my nipple. Yeah, this is going to be a lot of fucking fun.