Page 18 of Slick Handling

“You’re right, little Omega. I never noticed our boy here smells like eggnog before but you’re right. He’s our little Santa Claus.”

Of course McKinley spotted her and now he is all up on the bench pushing us towards the hallways and locker room.

Coach looks between us and then something clicks in his head like he is making sense of what he is seeing now. I know that whatever he is about to say is going to be wrong and I try to wrangle in my anger. Someone screams from the crowd and the Omega is whimpering making all of us look at her.

Vaughn looks feral now.

Not great.

“I have her, Vaughn. You go home. I’ll watch her. And make sure she’s a goodfuckinggirl for you.” I snap out.

He shakes his head as if he’s trying to clear it before taking off down the tunnel and creating some distance between us. Shaking a glove off I grab the Omegas hand, making her yelp out.

I’m gentle as I cup her hand, tugging her towards the locker room.

“You can’t have her in the locker room. No females in there.” Coach gets on my case, “Even if she is your packs Omega you can’t-”

“She’s not our Omega.”

“Yet.”

That mother fucker McKinley is getting a mouthful of dick tonight. I’m going to fuck his loud mouth until he loses his voice and his jaw needs to be wired shut. Then I’m going to cum until he’s choking on it and needs to suck on my cock like it’s a lozenge to feel better.

Yet.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Why does he think he can make decisions about who our Omega is? We have a plan and a timeline that we’re supposed to meet. There is no time for pretty little Omegas who have scents like heaven.

Fingers weave in mine and squeeze my hand. It feels nice knowing she is here with me.

And that’s exactly why we can’t have an Omega. These head games that they play. How she is already under my skin?

“I can wait somewhere until you’re done. Do you want me to lock myself in the bathroom? I can be quiet and out of everyone's way. Vaughn packed my laptop. Martha sent me some things about my Omega studies that I can work on and-”

I kiss her to shut her up.

At least, I tell myself that I kiss her to shut her up and not because her lips are such a pretty shade of pink that I feel like if I don’t get to kiss them and see if I can get them red I will die.

The way her little gasp of shock as my lips touch against hers draws me in closer and I’m chasing the taste of her breath on mine. My tongue darts out as one of my gloved hands cups the back of her head, running my tongue along her bottom lip in a bid to get her mouth to open up.

I want to taste her nervous babble. Feel the Modge Podge of words on my own tongue. I want to swallow down her nerves and spit confidence into her mouth.

The problem with kissing this Omega is that as soon as her tongue nervously strokes against mine I know that I am without a doubt completely fucked.

Pulling back she looks up at me, blinking a few times before she squeals and claps her hands.

“That was my first kiss.”

Oh.

Oh hell.

Apollo’s going to kill me.

Oh. Fuck.

Apollo’s mother is REALLY going to kill me.

“Do you want a second kiss?” McKinley asks like he is the one that is going to give it to her.

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