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Most of them are smart enough to keep their comments to themselves, but one of them, the biggest who is wearing just a t-shirt and track pants like he’s so fucking sure there’s no way he’ll get hit, narrows his gaze at me, his nostrils flaring.
And it’s at this point that I’m reminded that as an omega, I give off more scent than I did as a beta. Goddamn it.
“You brought an omega to a paintball match?” The alpha sneers, running his gaze over me derisively. He must not know who my pack is, because I don’t think anyone who knew would have that look on their face while talking to them. “Good luck, sweetheart. By the time you leave here, your ass is gonna be black and fucking blue.”
Four growls roll out from around me. Swift is the only one who doesn’t growl, but it’s not because he’s not upset by the threat. No, he’s staring at the alpha hard, and I can see the promise of violence in his gold eyes.
The alpha is an idiot, I decide as he continues to taunt my pack. His sneer morphs into a smirk and he runs his gaze over me again, this time lingering on the swell of my hips. “But maybe you like that, hmm, omega? You like it a little rough? You want me to bend you over and spank you? Show you what a real alpha is like?”
Before any of my men can move, I saunter forward. I’ve spent a lot of time perfecting how to move my body, how to tempt men. I mean, when your primary source of sexual release is one-night stands, you don’t have a hell of a lot of time to hook a man.
“Trouble,” Maddox warns, his voice a low growl as I close in on the other pack.
I ignore him, keeping my eyes on the big dude who’s trying to intimidate me. “Maybe,” I say, trailing my fingers over my hip, up my waist to the swell of my breast, hidden behind the thick protective vest. Doesn’t matter though, just the idea of tits is usually enough to turn on a man. “Sometimes I do like it really fucking rough.”
His eyes darken with lust, and there’s an explosion of alpharomones around me, from both fucking packs, but only one set of them makes me perfume. The other is sort of… putrid. No, that’s too harsh. But it just doesn’t do it for me.
“But,” I say, stopping in front of the alpha and tipping my head back to look at him. “It takes a real man, a real alpha, to do it just right. To make it hurt so fucking good. And we both know,” I walk the tips of my fingers up his chest. “That’s not fucking you.”
His eyes widen slightly as there’s a quiet burst of air. He curses, leaping away from me and looking down at his thigh and the splatter of red paint. “Oops.” I laugh like a ditz as he looks from the offending smear back up to me. “Sorry. Is that gonna bruise?”
“You fucking-” he lunges forward, but I’m already moving, and so is my pack. In a second, they’re between me and the bristling alpha. I’d expected Maddox to go toe to toe with the other prime alpha, but it’s Swift who gets there first, pressing his forehead against the asshole’s, like a stag locking horns in a battle of dominance, his face a blank mask.
“I dare you to fucking finish that insult,” he says, his voice icy. “Please, call my omega a bitch or a cunt. Please give me more of a fucking reason to end your fucking life.”
Luca looks over at me with his brow arched, like ‘look at what you’ve done now,’ and I suppose he’s right. I could have just left it alone, but I have all these old instincts and learned behaviors of not letting anyone make me feel small. And I worked damn hard to get to that point after feeling like nothing but a sick kid for so long.
“Swift,” I breathe. So softly, but I know he hears me by the way his body goes still. “Come here, baby. He’s not worth it. Save it for the game.”
He hesitates, then sighs. “You’re fucking lucky she’s got a soft heart, motherfucker. But I’ll see you on the field.” He turns and runs at me, scooping me up into his arms as I laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he nuzzles into my neck the best he can while I’m wearing a helmet and a vest.
“Gonna make him hurt, Cherrybomb,” he murmurs against my skin. I tighten my finger in his blond hair and tilt his head back to nip at his lips. His hands grip my thighs, fingers dangerously close to my throbbing center. Making me squirm against him. “Gonna make him bleed for saying shit to you.” He gives a filthy chuckle. “You like that, don’t you, omega? Like how readily I’ll spill blood for you, split my knuckles for you.”
A needy little whine pulls from my chest that has him kissing me long and deep.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls back. “Fuck, maybe we should just go home.”
“No,” Ethan sounds strained as he rejects Swift’s suggestion. “No. Sadie needs a break. She needs to do something besides just sit in our penthouse, waiting for answers.”
I glance over my shoulder at him, giving him my best smile. Thank god he remembers why we’re here. I reach a hand out to him and tug him closer when he takes it, bending over to press a kiss to his mouth too as Swift shifts his grip to keep me supported.
“Besides,” Luca says, clapping a hand on Swift’s shoulder. “Don’t you want to fuck up that alpha that insulted our girl?”
Swift’s expression goes even more lusty, if possible. “Oh, yes. Please. I want to make him hurt.”
I pull away from Ethan and look down at Swift. “But not too bad, right? It’s just paintball.”
“Sure, Cherrybomb.” He nips at my nose. “I won’t hurt him too bad.”
I squint my eyes at him. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re smart,” Maddox says, wrapping an arm around me from behind and tugging me away from Swift. He sets me carefully on my feet in front of him, but doesn’t move from where he’s pressed to my back. “Let’s talk strategy. Logan and Trouble guard the flag. Swift, you go for their flag, and the rest of us will play defense.”
I arch a brow. “You’re sending him in alone?”
Swift chuckles. “It’s cute you think I won’t slide right past their defenses. I’m a motherfucking ghost when I want to be.”
I’m not sure Swift can do quiet and subtle, but I trust them to know their strengths and weaknesses far more than I do. They’ve been together for so long. “Will Logan and I get to see some action?”
