“Mmm.” She peers down at my jersey. “You know, I do think I like this one better.”
“Adler!” The sound of my teammates calling me over pulls my attention to the rink. “They’re gonna bring the trophy out!”
I nuzzle into Sabs’s neck, the scent of cherries making me go weak at the knees. “I’ve already got my trophy right here.”
She kisses me again, her soft hands on my face and her tongue possessively claiming my mouth. Fuck, she feels so good. When I’m hit by the scent of her perfume, I practically drool at its intensity, loving the way it floods my senses. She pulls back, mouth parted in surprise before she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Sabs?”
“Uh… I think we need to go.”
I don’t need her to say it because I feel it too. Her arousal is creeping up on her like an unstoppable force, her natural scent completely overpowering her scent blockers.
I look over her shoulder to see Orin, whose shoulders have straightened, marching in our direction with Luca at his side. I’m not sure whether he’s a really good lip reader or he can smell Sabs, but I’m relieved to see that he’s already talking into his earpiece, likely summoning Drax.
Still, there’s no way I’m leaving her.
“And Adler Ace is leaving the rink,” I hear the announcer declare to the crowd, met by confused murmurs. Students are already swarming around, thrusting things out for me to sign as I put my arm around Sabs, ignoring everyone around us as I guide her to the locker room.
Right now, Sabs is my priority.
“I can’t believe this is happening here again!” Sabs’s words come from behind her hands, covering her face. “Oh, shit. The friction from these shorts feels so good.” She lets out a little moan.
“Okay, that’s it.” I scoop her into my arms, where she belongs. “I’m not letting anyone else hear you moan like that.”
“Are you sure you can just leave?” I can feel her concern through our connection. “Don’t you have things to do? You just won the game.”
“Nothing is more important than you.” Excitement stirs in my belly, remembering what we’d agreed on, knowing my packmates will be thinking the same thing. “And finally completing our pack.”
THIRTY-SIX
Sabs
“Well, she did say it could happen anytime,” Luca reminds everyone as Orin bundles me into the back of the car before hopping into the driver’s seat.
Still in his hockey attire, wearing socks with his skates dangling from his hands, Adler points forward. “There he is!”
As Adler and Luca get in on either side of me, I see Drax sprinting across the parking lot to join us.
“Oh my gosh!” I cover my face with my hands, just remembering where Drax had been. “My parents! They were at the game!”
“Don’t worry,” Luca reassures me. “Faye is going to let them know what’s going on. Just focus on yourself right now.”
I have no time to dwell on my family knowing all about my current heat situation as Drax jumps into the front and Orin hits the gas, the tires screeching as we peel away at record speed.
“Sorry about not being able to stick around,” I apologize to Adler then yelp. “Holy fuck!” Usually, my heats start gradually before ratcheting up, but nope. Not today. Apparently, my body has zero chill, and it feels like someone is inside my stomach, jabbing away with an ice pick, trying to hack their way out. “This is coming on fast.”
My slick situation is also getting out of control. The crotch of my leggings is now soaked, the material sticking to me.
Orin takes a hard corner, causing me to tip into Adler. The motion also causes my thighs to rub together, eliciting a sensation that makes me whine.
“I need you to touch me.” I don’t care how desperate I sound, sliding my own hand between my legs as the urge to be touched becomes too hard to ignore.
“Her smell…” Drax spins, peering around the side of his seat. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips as I part my legs and rub my clit over my clothes. “Whoa.”
I buck against my hand. “That feels so good.”
“Let me.” Adler’s huge hand dwarfs mine before he takes over, stroking me through the fabric while I jut into his palm.
