Page 17 of Slick Handling

My number 13 and 40 for Mick.

Why is her having my number on-

Oh my hell.

He put her in my jersey and-

My eyes meet Vaughn’s and I notice then that he isn’t looking so good.

Shit.

Moving the glass slightly he lifts her onto the bench, a move that is going to get the coach to lose his fucking mind if he sees. Thankfully, this is just pregame skate so we’re not about to get our asses handed to us.

“I liked when you humped the ice.” The Omega says, making me look down at her.

She looks tiny in my jersey and being on skates I’m towering over her. Didn’t know I had a size kink until right now but currently thinking about how I want to completely dominate her. Have her under me as I tell her to relax so she can take me between her thighs.

No one warned me how painful an erection in a cup is and I feel like it should have been discussed. There has been a lot of time in locker rooms for me and-

“Is that a hickey?” The Omegas neck has a big bruise on it and it’s very clear that my pack mate had almost bonded the Omega. From the dark purple color and the teeth marks that are there he had a hard time stopping.

Her cheeks turn the prettiest color of pink as she tug her hair over her shoulder, like that’s going to hide the massive evidence.

Vaughn rubs his face with his hands, making me pay attention to him.

“She has to stay here. I couldn’t drive. It’s too hazy so I couldn’t get her to Apollo. If she just sits in the locker room during the game she should be fine. I’m going to go talk to the coach about it and figure it out.” He hugs me then. A full force of his body against mine as he squeezes me until I finally forget that I have to breathe.

Fuck.

Why does he have to be my best friend? I can’t say no to him and we both know that.

“Why is there a puck bunny on my-don’t growl at me again, son.” Coach warns Vaughn.

I rub my pack mates back as Clover slips behind me, like she wants to be protected from this new person. I shouldn’t like that but I do. I like her feeling safe enough that she uses me as her own shield.

Vaughn is barely hanging on and I want him out of here. Home in his own bed where he can fuck his fist and make a mess of his sheets. He’s going to need to come about seventy times before

“Vaughn’s in rut and about to head home.” I explain, ruffling his hair. I lean in to kiss his temple. He’s hot under my lips, a bit of sweat there.

His smell is so thick and I can feel him shiver in my arms. I want to go with him and make sure he’s okay, but Vaughn will just push everyone away right now.

So much for us thinking he wasn’t in a full rut.

Vaughn looks at Clover who is peeking out behind my back. This is such a shit show.

“Be good, cherry girl. Listen to Griffin. He’ll let me know if you’ve listened. And you do want to be a good girl for me, right?”

Good girl.

Jesus fuck she’s perfuming.

I don’t think. I just turn and rub my sweaty neck all in her hair making her yelp out and then she stops as she scents me.

I know what I smell like. It’s rich and a little burn to it like-

“Eggnog! You smell like Christmas?”

Excusefuckingme?

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