Page 123 of Choosing Their Omega

“How are you feeling?” Lily asks, as if I’m the one who got fucked by four men and bonded with tonight.

I chuckle. “I’m good. Really good. More than good. I don’t have words, actually.”

Lily blushes. “Me neither.”

“There is actually something I wanted to talk to you about, though.”

“Oh?”

“I, uh.” I clear my throat. I know she’ll appreciate this, so I don’t know why I’m suddenly so damn nervous. “I’ve been setting some money aside. Investing it, talking to some contractors, making plans to uh… it’s to build a planetarium in the city. We don’t have one dedicated just to astronomy, and I want it to be up to date with the latest knowledge and technology.”

Lily sits up a little. “Oh?” Her eyes are alight with joy.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, about showing all of myself to the world, to my fans. And I think that you’re right, and I think that I’m ready. I want to share myself. I’m… I’m tired of hiding a big part of myself just because I’m scared that people won’t accept it because, what, I won’t fit in some stereotype of how they think hockey players are? I want to keep feeding both sides of my personality, the jock and the nerd.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Lily kisses me. “I think everyone will love it.”

“Well, you’re the one who taught me I didn’t have to pick and choose between my dreams.”

Lily smiles at me sweetly, and I feel my heart swelling with joy again. I love her so much. She’s made me so happy, not just because of her presence in our lives, but because she’s made me a better version of myself.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.

* * *

We have an out-of-town game next, and this time Ben and Lily travel with us. It’ll be harder for that to happen when Ben’s in school, and so especially now that we’re all bonded, we want to take advantage of this time while we can.

Cruz’s shoulder is feeling better so our coach is letting him play again as long as he tries to take it a bit easy, as much as he can while out on the ice in a game that involves hard body contact, anyway.

I can taste the anticipation as we all get out onto the ice. We’re determined to win this game and show the world that we weren’t set back by the Grizzlies’ win the other night. We’re getting into the playoffs, and we’re aiming for the fucking cup, no matter what.

As we skate onto the ice, my gaze automatically finds Lily in the crowd.

She’s sitting with Ben and wearing Cruz’s jersey tonight. She’s still healing from our bites, and I can see the marks peeking out from beneath the neckline of her shirt. Anyone who looks at her will know what those marks mean. We see newly bonded Omegas with them all the time.

It makes something hot twist in my stomach. Not arousal, although god knows Lily turns me on like nobody else ever has or will. It’s pride, knowing that everyone who looks at her will know she’s ours. She’s really, truly, finally ours forever.

Lily waves, smiling, then tucks her hair behind her ear as some strands of it falls down from her face. I wish I had a hair clip on me so I could wave it at her, tease her a bit, but unfortunately the spare clips I have are in my bag.

I just wave back as she blushes, and get into position.

Time to remind the world why we’re going to win the Stanley Cup this year.

We play like we’ve got something to prove, the kind of determination compelling us that I haven’t felt since we first joined the Titans and were brand new players to the NHL. We’re all on fire, Cruz included, although I do see him avoiding checks and working on assisting rather than scoring goals.

Good. I’m proud of him.

It’s hard not to glance up at Lily in the stands whenever I get the chance, but I can feel her watching me and the others while we play. It’s like a brand on my skin, the best kind, and it gives me a boost as we zoom around on the ice, passing the puck and sending shot after shot on goal to the other team.

Most of our shots don’t get in, that’s just the nature of hockey. If a goalie’s good enough to make it to the NHL, you simply won’t make most of your shots on goal. But the key is to make a lot of them, because nobody can catch everything, and keeping the pressure on the goalie wears them down, and eventually you’re able to get something past them.

One of the guys from our second string, Jax, scores in the second period. I score from the blue line right at the beginning of the third, and I can hear Lily screaming and going wild, chanting my name.

My face hurts from grinning so hard. That goal would’ve tasted sweet either way, but hearing our Omega yell for me and cheer makes it that much sweeter.

The other team scores a few minutes later, but then Davis is able to get an assist to Lawson who scores, making it 3-1 in our favor. The other team presses us hard for the remainder of the period, but we’re able to keep the puck mostly in their zone, and when the horn sounds for the end of the game, I hear Lily’s voice loudest of all.

Obviously it’s an away game so the home crowd isn’t too happy, but that can’t damper my spirits. Lily cheered for us, and that’s what matters.

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