Page 53 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

It’s such a stereotype. The omega forgets to drink her water and her alphas have to remind her to drink.

But also, when was the last time I drank water?

I’m not looking to start a fight with them so I drink it, swallowing a few mouthfuls as they all share a look. I’m fully aware I look sick. But I’m not about to let any of them know why that is.

“Lets stretch and warm you up a bit. Then we can get you in the ring.” Anthony goes to ruffle my hair, which I quickly duck out of, grumbling as I watch Cameron unfold his jump rope, handing me one as he starts to jump.

It’s a boxer's step. A simple bounce.

But Cameron is wearing a black t-shirt with gray sweatpants and as he does his footwork and bounces up and down my eyes are watching his cock move along, up and down, like a pogo stick I would like to be riding.

My head tilts as I blink. He’s not even hard and there is so much movement going on there. What is he working with and would it be impolite to ask to see it right now?

Without realizing I’m doing it I begin perfuming as I watch Cam’s cock.

“Sadie.” My name comes out as a warning but I can’t take my eyes off Cameron’s cock or stop thinking about getting a peak of it. Just a quick glimpse and I’m sure my curiosity will be sated.

My slick is forming and if I was a normal omega I’d be ruining these pants. But I’m not a normal Omega.

I’m broken.

A jump rope is thrust into my hands, Paxton giving me a look that makes me roll my eyes.

I love jump roping.

It helps with my anxiety, so I mimic Cameron’s little foot bounce, swinging the rope around as I fall into pace with him. Our eyes meet as he gives me an encouraging smile. He doesn’t care that I was just staring at his junk at all.

I think he likes knowing I perfumed because of him

How the mighty have all fallen because as I bounce they’re all staring at the v of my shirt as my tits bounce just enough in the sports bra that they all want to get a look.

The rich alpha pheromones make me light headed and I try to focus on anything else other than riding knots.

Knotheads.

Sweat is curling the edges of my hair around my forehead when Cameron finally stops and we all follow his example. My breathing comes out harsh as I take a swig of water, pressing my legs out as I stretch. Jace falls to sit in front of me, reaching out for me as he pulls me forward, pressing my body into a deeper stretch.

A groan of discomfort escapes my lips.

“Need to get you nice and limber for us, Sadie girl.” I don’t think he is referring to the boxing part of this outing but I don’t actually care.

Moving my body is helping me not feel like I’m going to throw up and I appreciate the small reprieve from the medicines' side effects. Maybe I can actually start to live, laugh, and Lexapro my life.

“C’mon, Sadie love.” Cameron is picking me up as the three other guys all glare.

They’re mad he thought of this but I’m thankful they’re giving a little space so we can have time together.

I think it’s important to get to know everyone one on one first. Cameron and I have the strongest connection just because of the texting we’ve done and I think that’s why he feels safe physically as well.

In the ring he pulls the padded helmet over my head, shoves a new mouth guard in my mouth, and starts to put the gloves on my hands. He works quietly as I look up at him, chewing the plastic in my mouth as I try not to think about how good Cameron smells.

He smells like tobacco, faintly like he smokes and doesn’t want anyone to know. Mixed with his scent of citrus and rosemary that reminds me of a home where someone who loves you cooks. Then there is his sweat which is doing something to my body that makes me want to drop on my hands and knees and present.

I can’t stop myself and push against him, nuzzling my nose in his chest as he freezes for a second, unsure of what I’m doing. Rubbing myself to get my scent mixed with his.

It’s all instinct as I do it.

A laugh outside the ring makes Cameron wrap his arm around him, his other hand pushing my chin up so he can look at me, his eyes watching to check in on me silently before bending and kissing me.

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