Page 5 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
I was pulling on a fresh pair of socks when I could have sworn I heard someone–or something—in the showers.
Pausing, I strained my ears to listen. It almost sounded like a wounded animal, which would be insane. Unless a possum got trapped in the showers again—but they didn’t have the opposable thumbs needed to turn on the water.
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer.
Usually, I wouldn’t approach a strange noise. I had yelled at enough horror movies to know that the dumbest thing a person could do was go toward strange noises. But that was usually in a haunted mansion or a cabin in the middle of the woods after midnight. This was a university hockey rink in the middle of the day, so curiosity got the better of me.
The first thing that hit me as I approached was the smell.
The locker room was never that enticing. It was a smell that I had gotten used to throughout the years, but it wasn’t one I enjoyed.
This was something else. It was pure sugar. Sweet, rich, and deep. It scratched that part of my primal brain that made my alpha rumble.
Omega.
I approached the showers, cautiously turning the corner as the water suddenly shut off. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a dripping-wet woman.
This random beautiful omega, who had appeared out of nowhere, was inheat.
Given the fact that the showers smelled like a maple syrup factory, she wasdeepinto her heat.
“Hey,” I said softly, approaching her slowly as if she were a wild animal that could easily be spooked.
“Crap!” she squeaked, turning to me with wide eyes, pupils blown, and tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked. It was a dumb question, given that her scent was pure stress and slick, which was an interesting combination. On the one hand, my cock was hard as a rock and begging to be freed, but on the other hand, my entire being wanted to help her, to take away her pain and stress, no matter what was causing it.
She shook her head, her strawberry blonde waves bobbing as she did so. “I… uh… it came on so fast. I wanted to cool down so I could get back to my dorm, but it isn’t working and I—ow!” She bent over in pain, one hand on the tile wall, the other clutching her stomach.
She wanted to get back to her dorm—did that mean she had alphas waiting for her?
“Do you need me to call your alphas for you?” I asked. Without approaching her, I pulled out my phone. Every instinct in me was screaming for me to go to her, to tug her into my arms and soothe her, but if she was spoken for, that would be a completely dick move.
The tiny beauty shook her head. “No. No alphas,” she panted. “I ride out my heats solo.”
“Solo?” I asked. “You don’t suppress?”
It was another dumb question, since she was obviously past the point of suppression. But usually, if omegas didn’t have someone to support them through their heats, they would either medicate to make it easier or take something to suppress it entirely.
“I wish.” She snorted lightly before her face contorted in pain again.
I couldn’t stand back and watch, my body moving almost of its own volition as I strode towards the tiny omega, pulling her into my arms, unbothered by her soaked state
If she smelled good from a distance, up close, she was fucking divine. Rich, warm maple. It was perfect, and no omega had ever been so damn alluring to me.
If I had met her on the street, I probably would have chased her down and asked for her number because her scent was the kind that could easily get imprinted on your mind.
“I need… fuck, I need something,” she groaned, doubling over with pain.
“You’re deep into a heat, you need a knot.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of a knot, and a second later, a wave of perfume and slick hit the air.
I was pretty sure every drop of blood I possessed was now in my cock, because that scent was so potently perfect, I needed it.
“Please,” she begged.
