11. Mathan
Mathan
“Off,” Kallis says, and I tilt my head in confusion.
“What?” I can’t even raise my arm without a stab of pain, so I don’t know what she expects me to do.
“Not you.” She steps back, and suddenly two pairs of hands grip my loose team shirt, slicing open the back and arms with medical scissors and carefully slipping it off before attacking my padding.
The shoulder pads are fine, but as they remove the right bicep and elbow padding, I bite back my whimper.
She tears off the Velcro straps on my waist, and I wince.
But the moment she leans in close, the pain vanishes because I’m so aware that I’d be able to scent her if she weren’t on suppressants.
“You really want to strip me in front of the whole stadium?” I ask, my voice a low hum. Not that I’ve got a problem with it.
“I need to examine you, Mr. Seely. How do you expect me to do it under all this padding?” Kallis says with a hiked brow that’s so sexy I’m grinning.
“Why don’t you do the rest, and then you can see for yourself how much padding I really have.” It’s not like she hasn’t seen me in plain clothes during check-ups and the head scans. She knows I’m chunky, but I want her hands on my bare skin so she can squeeze me herself.
She stills, and I swear I see a flicker of fear, but that can’t be right. Kallis Tully isn’t scared of anything.
One second, I have a clear view of the stadium behind her; the next, my gaze is filled with her yellow Bears shirt and her dark blue medic’s jacket as her chest comes so near it’s like an invitation.
“Are you doing that deliberately?” I ask, muffled as her jacket falls open and the left corner hits me in the face. I quickly push it away so I can see her properly.
“Quiet,” she orders, small hands grabbing the hem of my undershirt. My base layer is a long-sleeved black thermal top, but it’s loose enough for her to easily get her fingers under it.
Her short nails brush my hip as she starts to pull it up, and I sigh. I hope she’s feeling me up. Or she really is just lifting my shirt to examine me, and she just so happens to run her gorgeous fingers up my curved waist. Who knows?
Anyone in the stadium can probably scent me now that she’s stroking me like this. Wildflowers are blooming all around us as the end of her ponytail tickles my cheek.
“I do everything I can to keep my distance from you, and this is how you repay me,” I say.
“Mr. Seely, I can’t focus if you keep talking.” I wish she’d moan that instead of saying it so curtly. I want to hold her, and softness swells in my heart as I think of how perfect it would be to kiss her tenderly and watch that icy gaze melt into heat.
“I like that you can’t concentrate when you’re treating me.”
“Well, I don’t.” She shoots me down instantly, and I need to take the hint.
She brings my shirt up to my chest so slowly it’s killing me. Her gentle breaths flutter near my ear, and I shuffle in my seat because my cock is already responding.
Every other time she’s worked on me, like when she took the brain scans, she was rough and efficient.
But she gently feeds a hand behind me, her cold palm flat on my back as she pushes the shirt up my spine, and it’s torture.
I groan as her other hand sweeps over my nipple, but her expression says she has no idea what she’s doing.
“I’m sorry, I’ll try not to hurt you, so please stay still,” she says. With her voice in my ear, I’m going crazy.
I twist, raising my hand to bite the wrist of my base layer so I can remove my left arm from the shirt, and she finishes the job.
Kallis’s clothes rustle, and I lean forward to give her better access to my back. It’s only so she can pull my shirt up, and it doesn’t have anything to do with bringing my nose closer to see if I can scent her.
“Do you like getting hurt, Mathan?” she asks, almost purring, firing lightning through my body.
“What are you asking?” My tone rolls into a growl. I can’t hold back if she sounds like that, no matter how many people are watching.
“How many injuries do you suffer in a season?” She sighs.
“Whenever I examine each of you, at least fifty percent of you are bruised. Though it has definitely reduced, which I’m curious about, considering the frequency of your games has increased.
” The only thing she’s examined on me so far is my skull.
This is the first time I’ve actually taken off my clothes.
“Aye, I’d say one match is a pretty good streak,” I reply.
Her neck is so near. She doesn’t have a proper-fitting team shirt, so the collar hangs down, exposing the strap of her ice-blue bra that looks delicate against the scattering of brown freckles the same color as Artie’s that dance across her skin.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have called away the other medics, because you’re going to have to mount me if you want to get to my good spots,” I hum, channeling my youngest mate. If she falls for my flirting here, then Artie could regain her affection with his charm.
I could have misheard her, but I swear there’s a puff of air on my ear; she might have even chuckled.
There’s enough space to bury my face in her neck and press my lips to her collarbone. I could nibble at her skin and leave the smallest hickey, claim her and love her, and make her go wild as I run my hand between her legs that are spread as she leans over me.
But I’m not going to. Because we promised her and begrudgingly vowed to keep it all strictly professional, just like she wanted.
Until she has to bend further over, and with a little ‘oof’, she pulls my shirt up to my shoulders, and her neck presses to my nose.
Dr. Tully takes suppressants, so no one knows her scent apart from us, though lots of the guys have bet on it.
There’s some top contenders, but her blockers are so powerful, and she’s so fierce that anyone who gets close enough to smell her is beaten back by her sharp glare.
I already know her scent, factually, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Or so I thought.
The second my tongue brushes her neck as I gasp, I instantly buckle, a growl tearing from me as the sweetest honey floods my senses. My eyes flutter, and my heart stops as I nuzzle her.
I shudder as my cock hardens and I moan quietly. Kallis stiffens under me, but she doesn’t move away. I have to subdue myself because I don’t want to make a scene, but even the strongest alpha can’t resist this.
My mouth waters, trembling as I take another breath, and her thick honey coats my nose, down my throat, and over my tongue.
This has to be on purpose. There’s no way an omega offers herself up to an alpha like this by mistake unless they want something, or they are nearly in heat.
Kallis has already scented me, and she must know we’re matches. So, what is this? After all of that anger and coldness, is she presenting herself to me?
“Are you going to bite me, alpha?” she asks so softly that she’d have knocked me down if she didn’t have me pinned under her.
“What do you want here, Dr. Tully? It feels like you won’t stop me if I bite you.” My Scottish accent is coming back; it always gets thicker the more turned on I get, but my mates love it.
My alpha side is yelling at me to go for it, to bite her, bring her into our pack. Artie won’t say no, and Orso has already tasted her, so it could work, though it would hurt him more than anything else.
Even though all the reasons I need to back off are hollering in my mind, my alpha side doesn’t care.
I open my mouth, extending my tongue to sweep it over her. I just want a taste, that’s all. A single proper lick to prove this is a real scent match and not just me being insanely attracted to her.
And the second my tongue touches her skin, she drives her thumb directly into the tender point of my bad shoulder.
A scream rips from me, and she casually leans back as hundreds of gazes turn to us. My jaw drops as she pulls my shirt over my head so easily that I’m sure she was just taking her sweet time before. My head pops free, meeting her face-on, gasping in surprise at the glint in her eye.
“Oops,” she says, absolutely flooring me, along with the pain, as she bunches the base layer in her hand and moves my injured arm like a mannequin to feed it over my wrist before I can even blink.
“Are… are you teasing me?” I ask as I catch another whiff of honey.
Someone snorts, and I look up to find Tanner smirking at me.
“You’re making a very bold assumption there, Mr. Seely,” she says loudly enough that the guys can hear her annoyance.
But I’m not falling for it. No way. Not when the word ‘alpha’ dropped from her lips. Thank God we take rut blockers on game days because I’m pretty sure I’d lose it at her smallest hint of a smirk.
I’m about to argue with her, no matter how many people are watching, but she suddenly sucks in a breath.
Her eyes widen, fixed on my chest, her gorgeous lips part as she drops my shirt. I’m topless in front of her, and she’s free to run the backs of her nails down my breastbone.
I jump at the cold bite of her touch, but they stoke a fire in me.
“I told you I have lots of padding,” I hum, enjoying Kallis’s gaze way too much.
I know I’m a heavyset guy, and not exactly a looker, but Orso and Artie love me as I am, and that’s always been enough for me. I’ve never needed to feel self-conscious about my weight, not when I have them, and I’m good at my sport.
“That was before I saw this,” she says, twisting her wrist so she can brush the tattoo over my heart. My heart, which stops at her touch.
I have to wonder if she knows what a gentle expression she’s making, because it floors me.
“And what do you know about this?” I ask as I bring my left hand to my chest, my fingers dangerously close to Orso’s bite on her wrist.
I think she’s going to mistake my tattoo for the Ferrari symbol, as everyone does. Because no one apart from people in my gran’s town knows what the yellow shield means, and they always think the rearing female deer is a stallion.
But then Kallis Tully does something I couldn’t have predicted.
She smiles and says one word that rocks me back.
“Socair.”