Chapter 2
Saint
There was nothing like spending time on the ice. It refreshed me, cleared my mind.
I had just finished a pretty strenuous solo rink session and was changing, slamming my locker shut as I threw on a T-shirt.
Despite having access to the NHL rink and training area, sometimes the campus rink was easier and calmer.
My shooting had been a little off recently, so I had decided to spend my afternoon quietly taking shot after shot here in an attempt to hone my skills before our next game.
We were already halfway through the season, with it being late January, but there was always time to improve and work on my game.
Thankfully, it was a random afternoon, so there wasn’t anyone around and the locker rooms were dead.
I tended to come when I knew there would be fewer people because I didn’t like the attention.
I hated the term celebrity, but as an NHL hockey player practicing at a university hockey rink, naturally I got recognized sometimes.
Checking my phone, I sighed at the lack of reply from a certain someone. I’d shown my impressive body to someone with no reply; it was a touch disheartening.
I was pulling on a fresh pair of socks when I could have sworn I heard someone–or something—in the showers.
Pausing, I strained my ears to listen. It almost sounded like a wounded animal, which would be insane. Unless a possum got trapped in the showers again—but they didn’t have the opposable thumbs needed to turn on the water.
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer.
Usually, I wouldn’t approach a strange noise.
I had yelled at enough horror movies to know that the dumbest thing a person could do was go toward strange noises.
But that was usually in a haunted mansion or a cabin in the middle of the woods after midnight.
This was a university hockey rink in the middle of the day, so curiosity got the better of me.
The first thing that hit me as I approached was the smell.
The locker room was never that enticing. It was a smell that I had gotten used to throughout the years, but it wasn’t one I enjoyed.
This was something else. It was pure sugar. Sweet, rich, and deep. It scratched that part of my primal brain that made my alpha rumble.
Omega.
I approached the showers, cautiously turning the corner as the water suddenly shut off. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a dripping-wet woman.
This random beautiful omega, who had appeared out of nowhere, was in heat.
Given the fact that the showers smelled like a maple syrup factory, she was deep into her heat.
“Hey,” I said softly, approaching her slowly as if she were a wild animal that could easily be spooked.
“Crap!” she squeaked, turning to me with wide eyes, pupils blown, and tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked. It was a dumb question, given that her scent was pure stress and slick, which was an interesting combination.
On the one hand, my cock was hard as a rock and begging to be freed, but on the other hand, my entire being wanted to help her, to take away her pain and stress, no matter what was causing it.
She shook her head, her strawberry blonde waves bobbing as she did so. “I… uh… it came on so fast. I wanted to cool down so I could get back to my dorm, but it isn’t working and I—ow!” She bent over in pain, one hand on the tile wall, the other clutching her stomach.
She wanted to get back to her dorm—did that mean she had alphas waiting for her?
“Do you need me to call your alphas for you?” I asked. Without approaching her, I pulled out my phone. Every instinct in me was screaming for me to go to her, to tug her into my arms and soothe her, but if she was spoken for, that would be a completely dick move.
The tiny beauty shook her head. “No. No alphas,” she panted. “I ride out my heats solo.”
“Solo?” I asked. “You don’t suppress?”
It was another dumb question, since she was obviously past the point of suppression. But usually, if omegas didn’t have someone to support them through their heats, they would either medicate to make it easier or take something to suppress it entirely.
“I wish.” She snorted lightly before her face contorted in pain again.
I couldn’t stand back and watch, my body moving almost of its own volition as I strode towards the tiny omega, pulling her into my arms, unbothered by her soaked state
If she smelled good from a distance, up close, she was fucking divine. Rich, warm maple. It was perfect, and no omega had ever been so damn alluring to me.
If I had met her on the street, I probably would have chased her down and asked for her number because her scent was the kind that could easily get imprinted on your mind.
“I need… fuck, I need something,” she groaned, doubling over with pain.
“You’re deep into a heat, you need a knot.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of a knot, and a second later, a wave of perfume and slick hit the air.
I was pretty sure every drop of blood I possessed was now in my cock, because that scent was so potently perfect, I needed it.
“Please,” she begged.
I looked her over, gently brushing her damp hair from her face. It was obvious she needed help, and I just so happened to have the right equipment to help her. Heats came in waves, so if I got her semi-lucid, I could accompany her to her place so she could go about her normal heat routine.
“Okay, omega, I’ll get you through this wave, then I’m taking you home so you can ride out the rest of your heat in safety, okay?” I said, gripping her chin lightly and making her meet my gaze as I spoke.
She nodded.
Fuck, yes.
Was I a greedy bastard? Yes. I wanted to help, but I was going to have a fucking fantastic time doing it.
My hands found the flesh at the back of her thighs, gripping it tightly as I pulled her to me, her legs wrapping around my waist with surprising strength for one so small. Her legs were bare; all she was wearing was a sundress with a cardigan over it.
It took some effort to rip my T-shirt off, given she was clinging to me like an adorable koala, but as soon as she realized I was getting naked, she was all for it, pawing at my shirt to get it off quicker and running her hands along my chest appreciatively.
“Are you sure?” She was probably too far gone to truly consent, and that concerned me. However, there was no way I could let her walk out of there. She would have been accosted by the first alpha she saw. Her scent was like fucking crack.
“Knot me, alpha,” she begged. “I need you to fill me.”
How could I deny her when she asked so sweetly?
I helped her tug off the cardigan. She needed to cool down. The result was witnessing her thin, damp dress stretched perfectly over her tits.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Holy fuck, that was a glorious sight. I’d seen plenty of tits in my time, but there was something about seeing the outline of hers in that thin sundress, those nipples standing up straight, begging for attention, that made my mouth water.
Reaching between us was a balancing act, considering she was wrapped around me, but I was able to rip off her flimsy panties easily enough. Thank God for thin underwear and alpha strength.
My fingers found her folds, and her copious slick. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Fuck, you’re so perfectly wet, omega,” I muttered.
“Sorry,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Sorry?
What the fuck was she apologizing for?
Without thinking, I nipped at her shoulder, making her squirm.
“Don’t you dare say sorry,” I growled as my fingers sank into her, stretching her impossibly tight walls.
Despite her wetness, she was going to need a little warming up if she was going to take my knot.
“This pussy is fucking perfect. Look how wet and ready you are for me.” As I spoke, I thrust my fingers inside her, the wet sound music to my fucking ears.
With each stroke, I brushed against her G-spot, ramping up her pleasure to new heights.
“Oh fuck, please.”
“I’ll give you what you want, omega, just tell me.”
She leaned back, looking me in the eye. Our faces were only an inch or two apart, so I could practically taste her sweet breath.
“Can I come on your cock?” she asked sweetly, the word cock coming from those pouty lips almost doing me in.
Fuuuck.
I wasn’t going to last.
If I embarrassed myself, I would have to make up for it in the future, because this pretty angel deserved better than a two-pump chump.
Sliding my fingers back out of her, I lifted my hand so she could see the slick dripping down it.
Her face turned a beautiful shade of pink as she bit her lip, only to turn red when I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean.
Her sweet, musky taste was better than any dessert I had ever tasted.
It was like salted caramel… no maple, and I was instantly addicted.
Tugging my boxers down with one hand was challenging, especially as I was pitching a rather considerable-sized tent. But I needed to be inside her as much as she needed me now, the demand in my brain humming like the best drug.
Despite her tightness, the moment the head of my cock pressed against her folds, I slid right to the hilt with little to no resistance. And goddamn, the feel of her walls surrounding me was heaven.
If she wasn’t in the middle of a heat, I would have drawn out the first thrust, taken my time, and tortured us both. But as it was, she sank her fingernails into my skin, demanding more.
Her walls clamped down around me, and it took all my willpower to keep us standing.
More than anything, I wished I had a bed or a semi-comfortable flat surface I could fuck this delightful omega against. The benches by the lockers were too far away.
I wasn’t waiting another moment to fill this precious little thing who’d miraculously stumbled into my life.