Page 50 of Knot Excused
“Please baby girl, you can’t do that,” I begged. “I won’t be able to focus on the field.”
“Come here, Teddy,” she said, crooking a finger at me.
I jumped eagerly up to the wall, desperately wanting it to be like I’d seen with teammates—Piper bending down to give me a kiss before the game started. I could almost taste her now.
As I got closer, the drool began to pool in my mouth again, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
What a damn perfect sight, to see my Omega flanked by my best friends Rook and Erain, ready to watch me play.
She looked absolutely dynamite, too.
She was wearing tight white pants and a white tank top, and her whole body was tanned and glistening and taut and perfect.
As I got eagerly closer, practically panting like a dog, she grabbed my ear and hissed into it, “I’m not helping you, asshole. You’re fucked.”
Then she dropped my ear and stepped back.
“Go along with you now.”
Oh fuck
Before I could ask her what she meant, I heard a whistle and I had to jog over to my coach, with only one last look behind my shoulder at where she stood watching me, her shirt riding up to show a fucking mouth-watering glimpse of his tight little stomach.
The game started all right.
I tried to get in the zone, narrow my focus to the game only.
But I kept smelling Piper, faint and distant at first, then stronger. And stronger yet, her scent washing over me in uncontrollably powerful waves.
But this was supposed to be my big chance.
My big opportunity to get Piper to fall in love with me.
Was I even going to be able to play the whole game like this, with this needy desperation for her?
I called for a timeout.
Taping my dick to my thigh before the game, had been excruciatingly uncomfortable, but it was at least better than going on the field with my cock fully at attention. But my dick was straining at the bindings, twitching and dripping with precum.
“Teddy, what is wrong with you?” my coach barked. “Get your goddamn head in the game, son!”
I nodded, promised I would.
But I could not do it.
It was like every time she even moved in her seat, another fresh wave of scent washed over me, making me twitch like a fish on the line.
I took a snap, fell back, searching for an open receiver.
But as I did, another wave of Piper’s delicious perfume hit me, and I felt myself begin to shift.
The crowd gasped, my every movement projected hugely on the big screen.
I kept flicking rapidly between shifted and human, halfway between, then fully wolf, a deep sheen on my arms, claws slicing out from my fingertips to sink deep into the football.
Fuck.
I heard the whistle blow and my coach calling another time out.
