33. Artie
Artie
Orso is going to murder me. Like, literally right now. If I don’t stick close to Bee, he’s probably going to pin me down and slit my throat here on the ice because I fucked up so badly I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me.
Mathan was too wrapped up in Bee when she came to see me lose my shit, but Orso caught on right away and body-slammed me to stop me.
Because I nearly bit her.
Just as I pulled out from her thighs, I bent over, pressed my chest against her sexy shoulder blades, and opened my mouth.
And now, as Mathan and I hold Bee’s hand and gently guide her over the ice, Orso circles us like a shark waiting to strike. So I have to hold onto her for dear life and never make eye contact with Orso again.
It’s not like he hasn’t already bitten her or anything, but he keeps making the excuse that he acted on instinct. And his cock wasn’t even involved.
But I couldn’t resist her, and who would? My omega loved it; her back arched, her slick coated my cock, and she cried out my name so much that I knew she wanted a bite.
She wants to be with us, and I just have to make them all see that we belong together.
I mean, there’s no way Mathan would say no to her joining our pack since he’s absolutely obsessed with her, but the chances of us having a proper chat about it with Orso are pretty low after what I almost did.
“Artie!” Bee calls, and my head snaps around to find her looking at me with an actual smile. And my heart bursts to life again, all my worry washed away by her openness.
She’s so perfect. In her white jacket, her skirt that definitely has cum on it, and her hair sweeping around her shoulders because I stole all the pins so she couldn’t tie it back up, she’s everything I want in an omega.
Our crazy lovemaking and the chill of the ice has pinkened her cheeks, and she wears Orso’s thick hockey gloves, which look kind of mad with the rest of her get-up, and I love it.
I squeeze her hand, beaming back at her because we’re so lucky to have found our omega, and Orso needs to wake up to that, or we’re going to lose her. We have five months to convince her that we’re the pack for her—six if we make the playoffs—but we need to get a move on.
“Are you having fun?” I ask.
“I’ve been on the ice for two minutes. I’ll save my judgment for when I’m not so unsteady on my feet.”
She is pretty shaky, but Mathan and I are easing her out into the center of the rink.
I grin back. “You just need to stop thinking about it. Don’t try to force yourself to be balanced. Your body already knows how to do it; all you have to do is let go.” And I obviously make it better by skating in to steal a kiss from her.
All three of us pick up Orso’s growl. But kissing her isn’t the same as sinking my teeth into her neck. Or maybe he thinks I shouldn’t touch her ever again because of that. The car ride home is going to be excruciating.
I’m sure she’ll understand as well. I mean, I was so close to going into rut just from feeling her bare skin against my cock even though I’m on blockers; no wonder I felt tempted to bite her.
Bee is the cutest omega I’ve ever met. Everything about her when she’s not all hot and bothered screams ‘get the hell away from me’, and it makes me want her so much more. I’m sure no one else gets to see her smile like this.
We’re the only ones she melts for, and I want it to stay that way.
“I really want to fuck you raw. The only reason I’ve not buried my cock inside you is that we’re on our skates,” I chuckle, kissing her cheek before taking her hand from Mathan. There’s a second of surprise, and she wobbles, but I clasp her giant gloves, skating backward so she’ll follow me.
“You’re so sweet,” she says, but her voice is totally flat, and I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic. I have a moment of panic before I decide she means it and happily purr back.
She’s distracted as I pick up speed. Mathan and Orso come in beside us, skating either side of her like they don’t trust me to take care of her or something. It’s not like I’m going to slip over. And the only direction Bee will fall is into my arms.
“I really want to taste you again,” I hum happily. I’ll brag to my mates that I’m the only one who’s been down on her, so I know her the best. I’m technically ahead if I really think about it.
“Your tongue was inside me barely twenty minutes ago,” she replies.
I love how I can’t wind her up or flirt like I’m used to with omegas.
Watching her come apart around me was the most amazing thing ever.
Does she want me for more than just my scent and my sexy bod?
I want to find a way to make her crack when we’re just hanging out as well.
“Well, I haven’t had a chance to eat pussy since I packed up, so I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Five years without slick makes me a thirsty boy.”
“What happened to all your experience with omegas?”
“There are different kinds of experiences.” I shrug. “It’s not just about giving head. It’s about finding out what makes you tick. I might pass the test with your body, but I’ll always be a student of your heart.” I wink as all three of them stare at me with various levels of disbelief.
Mathan snorts as Orso scowls at me while Bee’s face is as readable as a sheet of blank paper.
“That’s cheesy as fuck,” Orso says, narrowing his eyes at me. “Is that how you’ve been speaking to omegas all this time?”
I laugh, not even glancing at Orso in case he takes that as a sign that I’m ready for the chopping block.
“Okay, yeah, maybe it’s a bit cringe. But did it make you all fluttery inside?” I ask Bee, blinking like I’m innocent.
“Not in the slightest,” she says. “Orso is correct; I’m not your target audience.”
Most of the omegas I drop lines like that on at least giggle. But I bet Bee hasn’t giggled once in her life.
I laugh, and her grip tightens as we reach the end of the rink and have to curve around. My grin is as wide as it can go. “I’ll just have to try harder then,” I hum as I lift my fingertips to my lips, blowing her a kiss.
But letting go was a mistake, and she wobbles again. Orso is right there to catch her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close.
Both of them go still. Well, as still as they can be when we’re gliding. Orso’s energy quivers in our bond the moment they look at each other, and Mathan and I become old news.
I swear, Orso is still bonded to her in some way, which is also why I thought it would be okay to bite her when I was buried in her thighs.
I’m planning to interrupt, and I expect him to rip my head off, but he just looks at me numbly.
“Why don’t you try some free skating for now?” he says coldly. “Mathan and I can take over the fun.”
I arch a brow because Orso is not built for fun, and Bee is only fun because of how confusing she is.
But trying to get her back from Orso is too risky. I take the chance while I have it, but I’m not going to be silenced. No one else has made her come like I did, and I want to show off for her.
“Bee! Look!” I call out, waving my hand as I practice the moves I learned when my family was training me to be a figure skater.
My big sister is an Olympic-level pairs skater, and she’s a million times cooler than I am on the ice.
I’m not exactly triple axel material, but I can still do an upright spin if I use my right foot.
Though I’m so focused on impressing her that I forget about the cut on my thigh, which tugs as I pick up speed.
As I extend my left leg to come out of the spiral, I can see she only has eyes for Orso. So I decide to go and hug Mathan instead, who’s watching them with a sappy smile.
I shouldn’t have let him take her away, but at least he’s distracted enough that he might forget about murdering me, for now.