Chapter 13
fox
The locker room is empty except for the three of us.
Practice ended twenty minutes ago, but Parker is still simmering.
I can smell it on her; her scent turned sour with hurt and anger, citrus zest cutting through the steam and leftover sweat in the air.
She hasn’t said much since last night, but every look she gives me is laced with it.
She’s pissed about the auction roster. And she’s about to make sure I feel it.
Arlo is leaning against the lockers, shirt already off, that lazy grin on his face like he knows exactly what’s coming. Parker stalks straight up to him, plants both hands on his chest, and shoves him back against the metal with a metallic clang. He lets her, eyes darkening instantly.
“Parker—” I start, voice rough.
She cuts me a look over her shoulder, eyes blazing. “You watch.”
It’s a deliberate punishment and one well-earned. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but Parker is making it very, very clear how stupid that choice was. She wants me to stand here and feel every second of this while she takes what she wants from Arlo and makes me wait.
My cock twitches hard in my sweats.
She yanks Arlo’s shorts down, freeing his pierced cock. It’s already leaking, the silver barbell gleaming. Parker drops to her knees right there on the tile and takes him deep in one smooth motion. Arlo’s head falls back against the locker with a groan.
“Fuck, baby…”
I grip the edge of the bench behind me, knuckles whitening as I try to contain the possessive sound bubbling up in my throat.
Guilt twists in my gut right alongside the heat.
I should’ve told her about the auction the second I signed up.
I should’ve trusted her instead of trying to protect her from the team’s problems. Now, she’s on her knees for Arlo, making me watch, and all I can think is that I earned this.
But fuck, she also looks gorgeous like this. Both of them do.
Parker sucks him messy and loud, tongue flicking over the piercing every time she pulls back. Arlo’s hand sifts into her hair, gently gripping loose strands as she takes charge. His eyes flick to me, that knowing smile on his face pissing me off.
“She’s mad at you,” he says, voice strained. “And she’s making sure you feel it.”
I swallow hard. My cock is aching, straining against my sweats, but I don’t move.
Parker pulls off Arlo with a wet pop and stands up, stripping her own practice shorts and panties in one rough motion.
Slick is already shining down her thick thighs as she turns, backs Arlo down to the floor, and sinks down onto his cock in one slick glide.
The sound she makes is filthy, echoing in the small space. Fuck.
Arlo groans, hands gripping her ass as she starts riding him hard, fast, punishing strokes that make her tits bounce under her sports bra. Her scent explodes through the locker room, sweet peach and vanilla so thick I can taste it.
I’m breathing through my mouth, trying to hold back, but when Parker looks straight at me, eyes glassy with pleasure and defiance, and moans Arlo’s name like a challenge, I snap.
I cross the room in three strides, grab her hips, and yank her off Arlo’s cock. She gasps as I spin her around, bend her over the wooden bench, and shove my sweats down just enough to free myself.
“Fox—” she starts, but it turns into a broken cry as I slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She’s soaked, gripping me like she was made for this.
I fuck her hard, my hips snapping against her flesh, the wet slap of skin echoing off the lockers.
My hand finds her throat from behind, collaring her exactly the way she likes.
“You think you can punish me?” I growl against her ear, voice raw.
“You think I’m letting anyone else have me? Not fucking happening.”
Guilt and possessiveness twist together until I can’t tell them apart. I fuck her harder, my knot already starting to swell at the base of my cock. Arlo is stroking himself beside us, eyes locked on where I’m stretching her open.
Parker lets out a wild moan, pushing back onto me, taking every inch. “Then knot me,” she demands, her voice already wrecked. “Show me how much you actually want me.”
I let every emotion I have for Parker slide onto my face as my knot pops inside her with a wet sound, locking us together. She comes instantly, clenching around me so hard my vision whites out. I keep grinding deep, dragging the knot against her walls until she’s shaking and sobbing my name.
“Fox, ungh, Alpha,” she sobs as she slightly slumps forward, pulling at my knot.
I spill inside of her a second time, my knot swelling further as Arlo steps up beside us. He slips his hand into her hair, dragging her head up before fisting his cock again. “Fuck, look at our pretty Omega.”
He comes with a groan, painting her flushed cheek and open mouth with thick stripes of cum. Parker whimpers, tongue darting out to taste him, and I thrust one last time as deep as the knot will let me, the squelch of my release and her slick seeping down around my knot and coating my balls.
We’re still locked together, panting, when voices echo from the hallway outside the locker room door.
“Shit,” Arlo laughs breathlessly.
I scoop Parker up, still knotted deep inside her, and carry her toward the showers. Arlo follows, grabbing towels on the way. We make it into the last stall just as the outer door opens. My knot loosens just enough for me to pull out, standing her up against the tiles.
She’s blissed out, eyes half-lidded, cum and slick dripping down her thighs as her eyes meet mine. I rest my forehead against hers, gently placing my hand at the base of her throat, feeling her swallow beneath my fingers.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, my voice edged with a growl. “No one else is touching me. Not ever. Only you and Arlo. You hear me?”
She nods, a small smile curving her lips. “Good.”
Arlo steps under the spray with us, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before dragging me into a full kiss. Then he steals Parker from me, pushing her fully under the water as he takes a cloth to start washing her down. “Feel better, baby?”
She hums, curling into his chest as I watch the two people close to me finally settle.
Mine.
And I’m never fucking this up again.