I flick my wand extra vigorously, “accidentally” swatting his shoulder a few times before sending a shit-eating grin his way. “I’m just doing what Sabs would want.”
He rolls his eyes. Even though Drax can be a pain, I have to admit he’s grown on me. Although I was reluctant for him to join our pack at the beginning, he fits in with the rest of us, and I can’t imagine him not being around. Not that I’ll tell him that.
My attention gets drawn back to the court as Sabs and her team get into a huddle, putting their arms around each other’s shoulders. I’m sure Sabs is giving them a winning pep talk, but my brain suddenly loses its ability to think rationally at the sight of her perfectly round ass in those skin-tight shorts.
They all put their hands into the center of the circle before raising them up with a cheer, and we all sit down.
Orin’s knee bounces up and down as there’s a coin toss to determine who serves first. He lets out a groan to find out it’s Knottsville, but Sabs doesn’t seem bothered. I can feel Sabs’s excitement, wondering if this is how she felt when I was on the ice. It adds a whole extra dimension to the game to feel her emotions too.
I’ve never seen a proper volleyball game live before, and it’s more intense than I thought. The game gets off to a quick start. I try my best to pay attention, but my gaze keeps getting drawn back to Sabs’s ass. Damn those shorts. Judging by how Luca drapes his jacket over his lap, I’m guessing he’s having the same problem.
When she plays, Sabs moves like it’s some kind of dance. She seems to have a psychic ability to predict where the ball is going to go and finds a way to block it. Her determination ebbs through our bond as her adrenaline spikes, making every hit of hers more powerful.
“She’s so good,” Faye coos in admiration.
Kady nods in agreement. “She could go pro, if she wanted to.”
As much as Sabs loves the game, I know that she’s far too set on making her impact on the engineering world, but I agree with Kady. She shines out there.
“Go on, Sabs!” I cheer, waving the wand. I press a button to turn on its rainbow lights.
Suddenly, the referee blows her whistle, and the game comes to an abrupt stop.
“What is it?” Luca cranes to look around. “Did I miss something?”
From what I saw, nothing untoward had happened, but the referee paces to our side of the stands. I’m stunned when she points her finger at me with a scowl.
“Give me that wand.” She holds out her hand. “The lights could be distracting to the players.”
“Fuck.” I blanch, wanting the ground to swallow me whole. “I-I didn’t mean…”
Fortunately, no one seems to be mad. In fact, even the opposing team seems a little amused by the whole thing. Sabs, especially, seems to find it hilarious, biting her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
“Hand it over, Tinker Bell.” The referee taps her foot impatiently. “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Cheeks blazing and knowing that I’lldefinitelynever live this down, I hand it over.
While Drax snorts with laughter, Orin seems furious.
“Why did you switch it on?” he hisses.
“I…” I drop my chin. “I... I thought Sabs would like it.”
He shakes his head as play resumes. After a strong start, the game races by until we reach the final set. I think I’m more nervous than Sabs as she serves.
She’s totally in her element, while the opposing team seems to be losing its earlier edge and making stupid mistakes. They rally back and forth with only one more point needed for SVU to win.
Time slows down as Sabs passes the ball to Carmen, who delivers a fast and clean return. A member of the rival team dives for it but misses, and the crowd around us goes wild as soon as the ball bounces off the ground.
“Yay!” I’m deafened by the Stella’s screams, watching as Sabs rushes into Carmen’s arms.
From behind us, I hear the roar from the Princeton Pack, chanting Carmen’s name.
“She did it,” Orin murmurs, shoulders sagging in relief as he slumps in his seat, as if he’s been the one playing.
On the court, the girls hug each other, squealing in delight, as they bring home the trophy for the first time in years. Even Coach Rider cracks a smile.
“Of course she did it.” I grin at our stunning omega, reveling in her win. Her euphoria rattles through our bond, filling me with total joy. I never had any doubt she’d pull this off, and just like the outcome of this game, there is no doubt that she was made for us.
