Page 131 of Never Bet Against A Hockey Player

“I already knew you were my dream omega but this just solidifies it. I’m going to need your reactions as you read,” he said. This delta was adorable. I couldn’t help but lean up and give him a kiss.

“I will definitely yell at you along the way about the plot, just don't spoil it for me, even if I ask.”

He snorted out a laugh. “Done.”

“So, what did you have in mind for our solo time?” He faltered for a second at my question.

“I didn’t plan—” I cut him off with another kiss.

“I was just curious if you did. I’m just as happy with a quiet night in,” I promised. “Today was… a lot. The trial is coming up. There’s plenty of excitement in our lives.”

He kissed me this time before pulling me to the couch. He sat and tugged me into his lap. His scent was so strong in here. Pine, blackberry, and fresh rain. One of my favorite combinations.

It fit the delta. He was just as complex as his scent. He had a playful side that wasn’t afraid to tease me and make me smile. Then other times he was so attentive and sweet. He could be quiet and stoic, but protective as hell.

Where Conrad was steady and August was chaotic, he was sweet and playful. They all complemented each other well.

I was a lucky omega.

Knowing I had no intention of settling in for something quiet, I shifted so I was straddling his lap. The delta’s lips parted as I shifted over his cock that was starting to stand at attention.

“This isn’t quiet, gorgeous,” he said, a slight smirk tipping up his plush lips. I couldn’t help but kiss it off his face.

“No,” I said as I pulled away again. “It’s not.” His eyes darkened as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside along with my bra.

“Dhara. We don’t have to if you’re not ready,” he husked, biting down on his lip as if he was trying to tame his delta.

“I am ready, Lachlan. I’ve been good and we’ve built a strong foundation for this pack and for our relationship. Now I want all of you. While I’m lucid. Our first time won’t be during a heat.”

He pulled me down to kiss me again. It was sweet and perfect, a shiver running through me as I rocked my hips against him. I’d had a taste of being with a delta and I needed more.

I needed Lachlan.

“Stand up and strip for me, omega. Let me see that sexy confidence,” he said.

“Only if you watch me without your clothes on. I want to see how hard your cock gets for me, delta.”

“Oh, gladly,” he growled as I shifted off of him, deliberately teasing my hand over the bulge straining against his jeans.

He quickly undid his button and shoved his jeans down, kicking them aside before reaching and gripping the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. The delta was done in seconds and I was left reeling as I stood over him.

Lachlan flashed me a smile, his hand lazily stroking his cock.

“Your turn, gorgeous.”

I rolled my eyes but I recognized what he was doing. Lachlan was giving me the lead, letting me have a chance at building sexual confidence where I’d lacked it before.

My fingers went for the ponytail holder, tugging it free and letting my honey blonde hair fall around my shoulders. I shook it out and kept my eyes on my delta, not smiling, but letting my eyes showcase everything I was feeling.

As overwhelming and scary it was to let myself be vulnerable, there was also a power to it. I got to watch as my delta grew hungry for me.

Next was my shirt. I slowly peeled it over my head to reveal the cute, red bra I was wearing. It was a push up so my small breasts looked incredible.

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes burning into my chest and dipping lower, silently demanding I reveal more to him.

I turned slowly and unbuttoned my jeans. My fingers hooked in the band and I pushed them down slowly, carefully avoiding the matching red underwear I had on. They were simple, but also accentuated my hips and the swell of my ass.

His breathing was more shallow now as he watched and when I peeked over my shoulder he was stroking himself harder. The tip of his cock was leaking and he swiped a hand over it, using his precum as lube to pump his fist over himself, desperate for even a little relief.