Page 54 of Players and Pages
That one word had my guys jumping up from the chairs and pushing through the crowd to stand by my side.
“Don’t call her that,” Griff growled, sending the crowd back a few steps. I spoke up before the other two could add to that sentiment. We didn’t want to run off fans quite so aggressively.
"There’s no need for name calling. Mypackand I are here to try on clothes just like you are. All we want is the chance to do it in peace," I called out.
Their eyes roved over me, pure judgement and frustration on their faces. My skin prickled, a physical representation of the feeling of it all. I kept my face pleasantly neutral, not letting them see a thing.
“Sorry, but we’re on a time crunch today,” Jackson said, his smile apologetic and placating.
"Come on, ladies, there are way hotter players on the team than these three anyway," the girl who’d been an asshole earlier said with a flip of her shiny hair.
There was a mutter of disagreement but they all left us alone after that.
"She's wrong. You are the hottest players on the team,” I shot back before shaking out my arms, needing to expel the energy coursing through me. My omega was ready to come out to play and keeping her at bay was not easy.
They laughed, the tension draining away until it felt like I could breathe again.
"Sorry, they just cornered us in the chairs, giving us no escape. We were just trying to be nice," Jackson told me.
"I'm not mad at you guys. There are a lot of fans that come with your profession and this will happen. You all handled it well, but now you smell like other women," I complained as I tried to breathe them in and all but choked as the scents stuck to them.
These fans were bold. Who just goes up and touches strangers like that?!
"Well, rub your scent on us, like we do to you," Griff told me, holding out his arms to his sides, waiting for me.
"Not out here," I said, my cheeks flushing again. "My luck someone will video us and post it online."
"To the fitting room it is," Cy said with a smirk, leading the way and dragging me along with him.
Someone was eager.
The moment we were behind the curtain, I was on them. My cheek ran over their faces, their chests, my scent swelling in the air as I marked my men without shame. I didn’t stop untilevery hint of beta and omega was gone. Thankfully, they hadn’t touched them much so it was gone quickly.
Now, only my scent remained.
My omega was smug in my chest, a smirk on our face as we took in the pack that was ours and ours alone.
“There. Better,” I said, adjusting my dress and grinning at them.
“Now, it’s our omega’s turn to dress us up so we don’t look out of place. I kind of want to match. Is that lame?” Jackson asked, flashing me his dimples. “We can toss aside the things we picked.”
“Hell yeah.” My grin swept over my face and I pushed past, eager to make that happen. Cy snatched the tag from my dress, handing it over to Sara who had been hovering nearby, unsure what to do with the growing crowd earlier.
She nodded to whatever he said before he was walking back, ready to shop. I couldn’t wait to see them in fancier clothes if they made casual look this damn good.
It didn’t take me long to find similar shades in the men’s section. For Griff I found a button down and dark pants that made his ass look downright biteable. Cy got a loose fitting button down that was made of a softer material. It fit his demeanor more and he pulled it off perfectly. Jackson got a dark sweater with a black shirt underneath. His grin when I slid him a pair of Green Lantern socks was so fucking cute.
When they walked out of their dressing rooms to show me, I was speechless. They all looked incredible.
“Okay,” Griff said as he shifted in front of the mirror. “Inside I was like ‘matching is stupid’, but damn, we’re a good looking pack.”
He held out a hand for me. When I reached them and put my palm in his, he pulled me in front of him, the other two moving to our sides.
Griff was right, we looked great.
I was smiling, head held high, red curls tamed as they hung around my shoulders. The guys were all smiling and slightly flushed, relaxed now that the crowd was gone. Jackson pulled out his phone and snapped a picture with the four of us smiling.
"Let’s pay for this and go to our next stop,” Cy grinned. “A little more pampering for our girl.”
