Page 47 of Players and Pages
“Speak, Henry. I assume your voice works despite your hearing clearly not,” Jackson said. His voice was icy cold and deadly as my three alphas surrounded him. Griff cracked his knuckles, jarring me from my shock.
“Stop!” I yelled loud enough for them to turn to me. “Let him go. He gets it and you don’t need to get into trouble.”
“See, she’s fine,” he argued as Cy dropped him, rubbing at his neck and glaring at my alpha.
“No, I’m not, you asshole. Don’t cage omegas in, you fucking dick. I just care more about them and their career, than you,” I growled just as fiercely as Cy had moments ago.
He sneered at me, muttering as he walked away. I didn’t catch the words but Jackson had to hold Griff back, which told me enough.
“I’m reporting this,” Cy said, taking my hand and leading me forward.
He was moving so fast I was practically jogging until Jackson wrenched our hands apart. Cy whirled around, ready to fight, then he must have come to his senses. His shoulders deflated and he blew out a breath, running a hand over his face.
“Sorry, peach. I’m just trying not to kill him,” he breathed out, moving closer and running his cheek over my face and shirt, scent-marking me until he was satisfied. My temperature rose until I felt like I was on fire.
I swear they’d be the death of me.
“Come on,” Jackson chuckled, scenting his cheek over my wrist in a much more subtle way. “That’s enough, she’s already red.”
Groaning, I went to cover my face but Griff stopped me, leaning in and marking me, too. “Don’t hide from us, gorgeous. We like how reactive you are. We need you in the dugout now though. Where you’ll be safe. Oh, and guys, Henry is definitely going down for touching our girl.”
We started walking again and soon I was in the dugout, watching practice. Though, my eyes never quite stayed off of Henry. He continued to glare at me any chance he got to the point I was genuinely worried he’d try to retaliate.
After thirty minutes of my pack practicing, I almost forgot about the whole Henry incident. It didn't hurt that Griff had taken off his shirt.
He was like chiseled marble perfection and it was hard for me to concentrate on anything else. Sure, I'd seen him shirtless on TV, but this wasin person. My computer screen pixels didn't do him justice.
There was no way I’d ever survive us taking the pack to the next level. Just imagining all three of them around me, naked, was enough to spontaneously combust.
It took everything in me to control myself before my scent alerted the coaches to my not-so-wholesome thoughts.
A few minutes later, Coach blew into his whistle and called a water break. The dugout soon filled up with sweaty ball players. My three surrounded me in a wet hug. Even though I was semi grossed out, my omega side reveled in it. These gorgeous men were mine, drenched in sweat and full of their natural alpha musk.
In the strangest omega move yet, I had to stop myself from burying my nose in their armpits where I knew it would be strongest.
Ew. Calm down, omega, that’s just nasty.
Griff was the first one to speak, whispering in my ear. "Group shower later?"
I felt my cheeks go pink, but I was down for it, if they were. Well, that was until I saw Henry glaring at me. My blood ran cold as the memory of him cornering me ran through my mind.
My scent soured, all three of them freezing and looking down at me. The mood shifted from hot to worried.
"Let’s not do this in front of the team," I hedged, their growls echoing around me and sending another shiver through me. It was odd to be at war between two such visceral feelings.
"Henry is looking, isn't he?" Jackson asked, always far too intuitive.
"He is," I confirmed, my eyes flicking that way for just a breath, realizing he wasstillstaring at us. “Not even trying to hide it.”
"Maybe we should give him a show," Cy said as he moved in closer to my neck from behind me. His breath teased over my skin, doing nothing to drench the rising heat between us.
"That sick fuck might like it," Griff commented and I agreed with him. Nothing about this moment was sexy, not with him right there. My stomach was churning with nerves and I hated it, but had to step away.
The coach’s voice saved me from myself as it cut through the tension. “Get your asses back out there!”
It was just as much a relief to see Henry go, as it was my pack, though for very different reasons.
I just hoped Henry’s little moment didn’t cause issues on the field. So far it was more glares and growls than anything.
