3. Storm
Chapter 3
Storm
W as it a shitty move, giving her the name of my pack mate instead of my real name? Maybe, but I had been burned far too many times by puck bunnies who believed that, because we slept together once, they somehow had rights to me.
One even stalked me my freshman year. Every time I left a class, she was there, even though she had an entirely different major than me. Then she started appearing outside the apartment I shared with my pack. At that point, I had to report her to the university, and it was a mess I would staunchly like to avoid repeating.
Not that stalkers were common… Usually, women were just a touch too clingy for my liking. My pack wanted an omega to share between us one day, and I was under no illusions that the casual sex I engaged in would warp into something long term. But no matter how clear I tried to make that to the girls, they never seemed to grasp it.
This omega was something else, though.
I hadn’t dated an omega—I was saving that for when we started dating as a pack—but this one was special.
Her scent was floral. Fuck knew which flower—I was shit at deciphering—but it wasn’t cloying. The few omegas I had smelled with floral scents were overpowering, like a cheap perfume they had applied far too liberally. It was suffocating.
Kennedy’s scent wasn’t like that. Though it was floral, it also carried a strong honey scent that made it sweet and rich. When I’d smelled her across the rink, I couldn’t help but go and investigate.
I hadn’t needed to rent skates—I had my own professional ones—but I had simply wanted an excuse to talk to her. My pass allowed me to use the rental services, so I took full advantage.
The only reason I was at a public ice rink, instead of the university one, was because the puck bunnies were being particularly grabby of late, and I wanted to practice some drills in peace. I was far less likely to run into a puck bunny at the public rink. It wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, but there was a much lower chance.
When she sassed me, I just about came in my pants. Most of the beta women I dated tended to just simper and agree with whatever I said.
Kennedy was like a floral breath of fresh air.
When I left the rink without her number, I was cursing myself. I was usually better at getting what I wanted.
It seemed fate had different plans, though.
I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw her at the bar. She was wearing a skintight blue dress that displayed curves I hadn’t been able to see through her puffer jacket at the rink. Her hair fell in auburn waves that, if I leaned forward and inhaled, I just knew would smell like her delicious mouthwatering scent.
She was oblivious to all the eyes on her. A number of guys—both beta and alpha—were admiring her ass as she leaned over the bar to order. I couldn’t blame them; the globes of her ass were downright mesmerizing, and for a moment, all I could think about was how they would jiggle as I fucked her from behind.
Leaning over her, I’d quickly paid for her drinks, then glared at the tall, dim-witted alpha who was watching her from a distance, sending a clear message.
Mine .
At least, for now.
Bantering with Kennedy was harder than usual. Maybe it was because I was having to glare at other men who dared come near without her realizing. Or the loud, thumping music making it difficult to hear each other.
There was no denying that I was affecting her. Every time I got close, her pupils dilated and her scent intensified.
How would she smell when I made her come?
The noise was no issue when Kennedy pulled me onto the dance floor, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to feel every inch of her fuck-me curves pressed against my body.
Pulling her close, I plastered her body to mine, my hands cupping her ass as she whimpered.
That sound shouldn’t have been so damn sexy, but that alone was enough to make me hard enough to break rock.
As we slowly gyrated on each other, I let one of my hands explore, the other never leaving her body. She felt amazing in my hands, and I had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
Kennedy was going to be in my bed that night, I resolved.
I was going to go insane if I didn’t get to feel her pussy.
My lips trailed across her neck, gently nipping at the skin. I was pulling out all the alpha tactics. I wasn’t above using our natures to bag her.
After a song or two, her hands also started to explore, under my shirt, feeling my abs. I knew I had a good body. Years of hockey practice and training had done that for me. I had also been informed just how nice my body was by many, many women over the years.
Kennedy bit her lip, looking up at me. “Is there anywhere a little quieter we can go?” she asked, her tone making it clear she wanted more than a little quiet.
Smirking, I leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. “Your place or mine, sweetness?”
Her perfume exploded around us, and I didn’t miss several alphas nearby inhaling. Fuck, she was so potent and sweet, they could probably smell her, despite all the sweaty bodies grinding all over each other on the dance floor.
We needed to get out of there before I acted like a mindless horny alpha and did something very public to claim this lush little omega.
“My place is near,” she said.
That’s all I needed to know. Slipping my hand in hers, I dragged her out of the club.
The cab ride only took a few minutes, and after she texted her friend to let her know where she was going, our hands were back on each other.
“Do you have a roommate?” I asked.
She grinned at me. “I’m in a single. No one to bother us, unless you count the grumpy RA who will complain if we are too loud.”
Sexier words had never been spoken. “And are you loud?”
“Depends…” she whispered, nipping at my neck, making me moan as I palmed her chest.
“On?” I asked, my voice rough.
“How good you are.” She smiled up at me.
The challenge sang to my alpha, and I was going to prove to her just how skilled I was.
I was going to make her scream.
We made it into her dorm room in a flurry of movements. We were so busy groping and tugging at each other’s clothing that I was surprised we even made it inside.
I had no clue where I was, but as soon as I saw Kennedy topless, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
My mouth watered at the sight of her.
It wasn’t the alcohol talking, either; she was beautiful. Soft in all the right places, with a scent that was driving me insane.
Kennedy raised her eyes at me, standing in the middle of what I assumed was her room, wearing only a tiny lacy pair of underwear. “Your turn,” she said, biting her lip.
Well, I couldn’t leave her wanting, could I?
My hands gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it into the corner of the room. Finding it was a problem for later.
For now, I had a nearly naked omega in front of me, who I desperately wanted to taste. Once I was down to just my boxers, I took a step forward, grabbing Kennedy by the hips and pulling her into me. Every curve of her body pressed against mine as I leaned down and claimed her mouth.
It was fast and dirty. We were both feeling the slight effects of the alcohol, but judging by her scent, she was just as eager as me. Her hands clenched around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
She was a demanding thing, and for once, I didn’t seem to mind that. I grasped her ass—which felt almost criminally good—and lifted. She followed my lead beautifully and wrapped her legs around my waist, leaving the thin fabric of our underwear the only thing between us.
Wetness seeped through her underwear, and my cock was already crying to be buried inside her.
Foreplay be damned, I needed to feel her, and I needed to feel her immediately.
“Where do you want me?” I asked against her lips, pulling myself away from the kiss for just a few seconds.
“Bed,” she panted, rubbing herself all over me as she looked over to where her large, overstuffed bed stood.
I didn’t let go of her as I placed her on the soft blankets, crawling over her body and caging her under me. The bed was full of so many blankets and pillows, it dawned on me that this wasn’t just her bed—it was a nest.
I had never slept with an omega before, let alone in their nest. A rush of emotion crashed into me, and I wasn’t sure if it was elation or pride, maybe a fucked-up mix of both.
My fingers searched hungrily for her folds. Wetness met my fingers, and I groaned in delight.
“So wet, omega,” I cooed.
I wasn’t usually one to call someone by their designation, but something about it felt so right in that moment. All I wanted was to hear the word alpha fall from her lips. There was a distinct possibility I would come in three seconds flat if she did that, but I was willing to take that risk.
“Need more,” she moaned, thrusting her hips to meet my hand.
My lips lavished her nipples with attention, nipping and sucking at them, as I watched the way her breath hitched and caught with every little bite.
Bite. Claim. Keep.
My inner alpha screamed the words on a loop.
That made me pause. Usually, my alpha shut the hell up while I was with members of the fairer sex.
Then again, I usually hooked up with betas.
“Fuck, the things I want to do to you,” I groaned, my fingers never slowing.
“Like what?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a breathless whine as she looked at me pleadingly.
I sat up, kneeling between her legs as I took my time feeling every inch of her walls while I finger fucked her. She felt phenomenal around my fingers, and I could only imagine how good she would feel wrapped around my cock.
“My alpha is demanding that I rut my knot into you from behind while you clench around me.”
Kennedy’s eyes lit up, and she sat up on her elbows, meeting my eye. “I like the sound of that. Do it,” she instructed as I licked patterns across her skin.
My body was on fire, and I lurched forward, pulling my fingers out.
I needed to be buried inside her immediately. If I wasn’t, I would go out of my mind. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her over like she weighed nothing more than a feather. Athleticism was a good perk of being a hockey player, making for some fun and borderline acrobatic sex.
A huff of surprise escaped her chest as she landed on her front, but that didn’t deter her as she wiggled her hips in my direction.
“Present,” I growled, letting the rough alpha voice take over.
Kennedy took my dominating grasp in stride, lifting her hips so I could see her perfectly presented, soaking-wet pussy.
Lining up my cock with her folds, I cursed at how warm she was. I wanted to dive in, to rut her into the mattress until she remembered nothing but the feeling of my cock tunneling in and out of her sweet pussy.
She was ready—more than ready, judging by the wetness seeping down her thigh.
“Is all this wetness for me?” I gently massaged her ass cheeks, giving myself glimpses of her back entrance.
Maybe next time. Because, fuck, it looked just as inviting.
Why the hell was I thinking about next time? I didn’t typically do a second time with hookups. I preferred anonymity.
“It is, please,” she whined, wiggling her hips. She attempted to push back onto my cock, but my grasp on her ass rendered her immobile.
I wanted to take my time, inching in slowly, savoring the feel of her. Only, I wasn’t a patient alpha. Between the beers and my sheer desperation to come after the way she had worked me up on the dance floor, I needed her, and I needed her immediately.
My cock met zero resistance, bottoming out in a single, concise thrust.
“Holy fuck!” I hissed as she cried out in pleasure. My cock was in a vise. A mind-blowing, fantastic, orgasmic vise.
I started my pace slowly. I could have pretended it was so she could ease into it, but truthfully, I was trying to make sure I didn’t blow like a two-pump chump.
“Your pussy is perfect, omega,” I complimented, squeezing my eyes shut and trying desperately to get control of my body.
“So big,” she groaned into her sheets, clawing at the blankets, holding on for dear life as she met my hips, thrust for thrust.
My balls tightened, and my spine started to tingle.
I couldn’t let myself come before her. That would be downright embarrassing.
Reaching around, I thumbed her clit, her body jerking as her walls clamped down around me. Fuck, nothing I had experienced in my twenty-something years of life had felt that good.
She thrust her hips back, crying out the words that made every hair on my body stand up in anticipation.
“Knot me, alpha.”
The throbbing of my cock was almost violent at that point.
My hands tightened around her, my pace becoming frenzied. Every thrust made my knot slowly expand, as my release was close.
I had knotted a beta once—she had done considerable training in order to be able to take a knot—but my understanding was that knotting an omega was a whole other experience.
I was ready to feel her walls hugging my knot, milking it and demanding more.
She came with a keening cry, her walls fluttering around me as I thrust one last time, bottoming out, so her ass pressed deliciously against my pelvis and my knot rapidly expanded.
I rambled mindlessly as spurt after spurt of cum filled the omega, my mind going blank with pleasure.
We collapsed together, me pulling her into my arms as we lay side by side, slowly coming down from such a strong release. Now I could see what all the hype was about—knotting was fucking insanely good.
“Well, fuck,” Kennedy sighed.
“Well, fuck, indeed.” I laughed, pulling her in close. It wasn’t like we would be able to separate anytime soon.
A light snoring escaped Kennedy, and I kissed the top of her head. She was passed out, dead to the world.
Clearly, it had been as good for her as it had been for me.
I would usually leave right after, but thanks to my knot, I had to wait a few minutes for it to deflate. We’d avoided the awkward post-sex talk, thanks to her snoozing state…though part of me thought it wouldn’t have been too bad if she was still awake. I was oddly curious about her.
Twenty minutes later, I was sneaking out of the dorm, and she didn’t even stir. Thankfully, the dorms had self-locking doors, so I knew she was safe as I snuck out.
Before I left, I couldn’t resist scribbling my phone number on a scrap of paper and leaving it on her desk.
I wouldn’t mind another roll in the hay with her.
A damn good night, in my opinion.