parker
Theroarofthecrowd still vibrates in my chest as I push through the packed frat house, red solo cup sweating in my hand. We did it. We finally beat the Ridgeview Wolves 7-2. Three years of getting our asses handed to us, and tonight, senior year, we crushed them.
Ridgeview kept saying the lone female Omega on the boys’ team was the hold out but I showed them. My thighs still burn from running the bases twice, but the real heat licking under my skin has nothing to do with the game.
The party is pure chaos. Bass pounds so hard the floor vibrates beneath my sneakers. Lights flash across sweaty bodies. Everyone’s shouting, laughing, half-drunk on victory and cheap beer. I threw on my favorite black sundress after the game, something short, flirty, the kind that rides up my thick thighs when I dance, and I’m already feeling the effects of three cups of whatever fruity punch they’re serving.
There wouldn’t normally be a problem, but my scent has started to spike. Sweet peach and warm vanilla curl around me, bright citrus zest cutting through the stale beer and sweat in the air. I love being an Omega. I love how my body reacts to everything, joy, adrenaline, and the two Alphas I’ve been secretly losing my mind over for months. But right now, the alcohol is making everything feel too loud, too bright, too much.
I tip the cup back, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat, and try to play it cool. I’m Parker Ellis—outgoing, bright, the girl who plays second base and right field like it’s an art form and never lets anyone see her sweat.
But my cheeks are flushed, my pulse is racing, and my thighs keep pressing together like they know something I’m trying to ignore.
A warm, smoky-sweet scent slices straight through the crowd—sun-warmed pineapple and coconut with that caramel edge that always makes my mouth water.Arlo.
Before I can turn, strong hands slide around my waist from behind and spin me. Arlo’s grinning down at me, dark hair messy from the game and the party, a tight black t-shirt stretched across his chest.
“Parker,” he says, voice low and playful, that tone of his already dripping with desire from every syllable. “You looked so fucking good rounding second tonight.”
I open my mouth to tease him back, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He dips his head and kisses me right there on the dance floor, like he’s been waiting all night. His tongue slides against mine and my brain short-circuits. Heat explodes low in my belly as slick rushes suddenly between my thighs, soaking my panties in seconds. I gasp against his mouth, embarrassed, cheeks burning hotter than the victory bonfire outside.
He pulls back just enough to grin, eyes dark. “Mmm. There she is.”
I’m mortified. We’re in the middle of the party. Anyone could smell me. Anyone could see the way my nipples are already tight against the thin fabric of my sundress. I try to step back, but another scent crashes over me, deep cedarwood, worn leather, and rain-soaked oak.Fox.
He steps up right behind me, his chest pressing against my back. One big tattooed hand slides around my throat and tilts my head to the side. His lips brush my ear, then trail slow, filthy kisses down the side of my neck.
“Smell that, baby?” Fox murmurs, voice rough and dirty, the way it always gets when he’s turned on. “You’re dripping for us already. Such a good little Omega, getting slick the second we touch you.”
I whimper. Fresh slick floods my panties, so much I feel it start to trickle down my inner thigh. My knees go weak. Arlo’s hands settle on my hips, steadying me while Fox keeps kissing and nipping at my neck, whispering filth right against my skin.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Fox growls softly. “Bet your pretty cunt is clenching right now, wishing we were already inside you.”
Arlo chuckles, the sound turning into a purr that rumbles through his chest. “Easy, Fox. She’s already overstimulated, and we haven’t even got her naked yet.” He leans in and kisses me again, slower this time, licking into my mouth like he’s tasting how sweet I am. When he pulls back, his eyes are glittering. “I think this warrants a room, don’t you?”
Fox’s hand tightens just a fraction on my throat, perfect pressure that makes my head spin. “Yeah,” he says. “Before the whole team smells how wet our girl is and starts getting ideas.”
My heart slams against my ribs.Our girl. This better not be a dream. I’ve been waiting for this moment for nearly six months.
When Arlo takes my hand and Fox keeps his palm on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd toward the stairs, I don’t resist.
I want this. I want them. Even if it’s only supposed to be one night of fun.
I just hope I survive it.
parker
ThedoortoArlo’soff-campus apartment clicks shut behind us, and the noise of the party disappears. Suddenly, it’s just the three of us in the tiny living room, the only light coming from the lamp on the side table. My arms are wrapped around my middle, palms rubbing up and down like I’m cold, even though my skin feels like it’s on fire.
My scent is everywhere, which means they can smell it. Their scents are even more pronounced here, both of them curling around me. I’m drowning in them already, and we haven’t even started.
Fox leans against the door, arms crossed, watching me with that intense stare that always makes my knees weak. Arlo steps closer, his expression softening a fraction.
“Hey,” he says gently. “You’re shaking, baby. Come here.”
I let him pull me in. His hands settle on my waist, thumbs stroking the fabric of my dress. “We don’t have to do anythingyou’re not ready for,” he murmurs against my temple. “But I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, Parker. All three of us, finally doing this right.”
Fox pushes off the door and comes up behind me. One big tattooed hand slides around my throat again, just resting there like a necklace as his lips brush my ear. “Say the word and we stop,” he rasps. “But if we’re doing this… we’re doing it right. Tell us you want it, Omega.”
