Chapter 7 Kane
Kane
Iswear I nearly come as maple syrup blooms through the hospital waiting room.
Timber and I got into another fight at the game earlier, but it wasn’t as sexy as our last one. He’s obviously stressed about something, and I was happy to be his punching bag as long as I got to scent mark him as well.
I’m here to get my bruises checked after the team doctor frowned at my chest and then kicked me out. It’s also a good excuse to get an extra hour for lunch.
I’m just leaving when it happens. I don’t get a look at the omega’s face as they tumble down in the waiting room, but I’m already running. There’s shouts, and people rush toward the omega, but I get there first. Because no way is anyone else touching them.
As I lean down and they look up at me, meeting me with scared eyes, I know for sure. There isn’t a single chance I’m letting them go without holding them in my arms. The perfume is enough to tell me that my omega needs me, and I have to be there for them.
I can’t tell if they’re a man or a woman, but it doesn’t matter when they reach out and clutch my arm.
Possessiveness burns through me as I glare at the others drawing close, especially alphas who are creeping forward with the same hunger in their eyes that’s firing up in me.
A nurse dashes toward us in green scrubs and kneels beside us.
“Do you know them?” she asks.
“Yes, they’re my mate. I’ll take care of them,” I say confidently, though I’m pretty sure it’s not going to fly. I could be any alpha rocking up to claim I’m theirs.
“Kane,” the omega whispers as they grip my sleeve. “Help me.”
My heart leaps and sinks at the same time because I hope to hell they aren’t some crazy fan who happens to be my scent match.
“Is he really your mate?” the nurse asks.
The omega nods, and that seems to be enough for her.
“We have emergency heat rooms if you need to deal with this quickly,” the nurse says. “And I’ll need to see your identification. Do you have proof you’re a pack?”
“We haven’t exchanged bites yet,” I say. But we could change that.
“Very well, this way,” she says as she stands.
I blink at her, because it isn’t great how she’s just taking my word for it as I wrap my arms around my omega, and they tremble.
But the nurse is also looking at me with shining eyes, and it’s obvious she also knows who I am. So I guess it follows the tradition of letting sports players get away with whatever they want.
My omega tugs at the collar of my shirt and murmurs against my chest, so I won’t argue. I plan on being a hypocrite and complaining to someone about it later.
“Just hold on,” I say to them as I rise, and the nurse leads us away. Holding them in a princess carry as people watch us fills me with absolute pride.
Is it sad that I already want to introduce them to Timber and see what he thinks? Because if by some miracle, Timber actually does want to be with an omega, then maybe I can find a way to make us a pack.
I’m going at a million miles an hour considering they’ve only said three words to me, but I’m too excited to worry about that right now.
Their back arches, and a moan echoes through them before they bury their face in my chest, and I purr with satisfaction.
“We’ll have to register you formally for our records once you and your omega have calmed down,” the nurse says, blushing as she watches us.
“Of course, yeah. I’ll do all the paperwork. Just let me in.”
The second the door to the heat room closes behind us, they grab my shoulders and yank me down. I gasp as maple syrup lips meet mine, and passion burns between us.
I rock back against the door, using it to hold me up as I sink deeper into the kiss. Their moans grow more frantic, and they lick at my lips and tongue like they’ve been trapped in the desert and I’m their oasis.
I jolt as I feel a warm bead of metal over my tongue, and I groan as I realize theirs is pierced, along with a piercing in their lip.
They kiss me so passionately and desperately that they don’t notice how I creep toward the bed.
I lower my arms, moving with them, never stopping the kiss as they whine and buck their hips and wrap their arms around my neck.
I’m supposed to go back to the rink after practice to check in, but there’s no way I can leave them.
I want to be the kind of asshole that won’t say no if they want to go all the way, but I don’t want to lose them, either.
A horny omega can be totally different when they are back to themselves, and it wouldn’t be the first time an omega dropped me as soon as I gave them what they wanted.
They whine as they pull back from my lips, meeting me with stunning hazel eyes and a look so soft that I climb onto the bed with them.
We watch each other, and I lean back in for another kiss. But their arms drop, and they flop onto the bed.
“Oh, God.” They roll their eyes as they press their hand to their head. “I really made a scene there, didn’t I?” they ask in a husky voice that goes straight to my cock.
“Why did you come here if you knew you were going into heat?” I ask.
They shake their head. “I’m not in heat. I’m just hornier than a freaking toad. It’s fine, I can deal with it.”
I chuckle as I stretch out my legs. I lean over them on one elbow, pressing my crotch against their leg, and they gasp.
“There’s no way I’m leaving my omega alone when they’re like this,” I say, loving the way they shudder.
Pink flushes their cheeks, and a slow smile spreads across mine as they feel how hard I am.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” I sigh at their response and grind my hips. “Maybe we can deal with it together?”
I’m already edging toward them again. One taste isn’t enough, and I want to pull off all those clothes and see where else they have piercings.
I’m scanning their neck, searching for a mating bite.
If they don’t have a pack, I’m claiming them first. Then I can introduce them to Timber and see if they are a match as well.
Maple syrup and coffee would go perfectly together, and he definitely needs some sweetness in his life.
“We’ll have to find you a change of clothes. I want you drenched in lavender by the time I’m finished with you,” I say as I sweep my hand over their hip.
I can make sure they have enough clothes for their nest, though I’ll be pushing it too far if I say that out loud. There’s no way I’m going to tell my omega what to put in their nest, ever, no matter how much I want to.
My hand sneaks up their waist, teasing across their stomach, loving the way they suck it in before I run my fingers up to their breastbone.
I can feel another layer under their T-shirt, but it doesn’t feel like a bra.
I really want to cup them to find out if they’re male or female, but it feels rude when they could be trans or non-binary.
It’s up to them if they tell me; all I want to do is enjoy their body.
Their neck arches. I stroke a single finger over the soft part of their throat and draw out another moan.
I come in closer, brushing my lips under their chin, and they let out a soft whine. There’s no more perfume, but the sweep of my nose under their ear as I press my lips against their skin brings another wash of maple syrup over my tongue.
“You taste so insanely good,” I moan, testing to see if they’ll let me go further. I take a risk, bringing myself up onto all fours to lean over them.
“I forgot to cream behind my ears,” they croak.
“Excuse me?” I ask, and they snort.
“I covered myself with scent-blocking cream, but I guess my perfume ruined it.”
“Do you like my scent that much?” I blink prettily in the way I know most omegas like, and I laugh as their smile turns sultry.
“What do you think?” They wiggle their hips, and relief sweeps me as they wrap their arms around my neck again. They lift themselves up to bury their nose against my collarbone, and a light purr rumbles from them that turns me on even more than their kisses.
They drag me back to their mouth, and I sigh into the way they kiss me. It’s less frantic now they’ve calmed down, savoring me, nibbling on my lip before sweeping their piercing down the line of my tongue to make me weak.
“What do you want me to call you?” I ask as I pull back from the kiss. “Since you already know who I am.”
“Ollie,” they say. “But that’s all you’re getting. I’m not here to make a thing of this. I know you’re wondering what’s between my legs, and I’m here to get my pussy licked.”
I drop my forehead against her thigh as I groan at her honesty. I would be happy with whatever gender she is as long as she admits she’s my scent match.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman and hold back, but that’s just unfair.”
“Want to make it fair then?” she purrs, pushing at her waistband.
I’m there instantly, tugging down her jeans, practically drooling over the toned muscle of her thighs and calves. I drop a quick kiss on her calf as I pull them off, which sends a shudder rippling through her. I chuckle as I push the jeans aside and scale her body again.
“I’m not even going to ask you if you’re sure you want to do this. I have to taste you so badly.”
“Who’s stopping you, Kane?” she says as she spreads her legs. As maple syrup swirls up from her pussy, I swear I’m going to go into rut right here.
“God, you really do something to me when you say my name like that,” I say as I trail kisses up her thigh to reach her pussy. “I’m not letting you go now.”
A growl tumbles from her, and she lifts herself onto her elbows. It’s like she’s making sure she won’t miss a moment as maple syrup wafts from her.
I want to take my time to remember this so badly, but I can’t stop it. I need her. I need to taste her and feel her, and mark her with my scent so she knows I’m here for her.