Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

I ’m completely reeling.

Honestly, close to having a fucking panic attack over the whole situation. I was just coming home from our away games to find out that I have a scent match.

Sloane Applegate is my scent match, and she’s in heat. And the man who hates me for no reason is currently fucking her a few feet away from me.

I’m flipping through her manual.

“How long did it take her to make this?” I ask Ethan who is sitting next to me.

“A few weeks. She’s a bit particular.”

“So you, her, and Nilsen?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, and I nod.

“At least it makes sense now why you two started separating yourselves from me. I thought I had done something wrong.”

Ethan places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Makes sense why he stormed off. I’m sure he’s only going to hate me even more now.”

“All that matters right now is Sloane, okay?” Ethan says. “All the other shit like what being a pack looks like and how we’re going to do this, that can wait. Right now, we just need to make sure she’s taken care of.”

I swallow and nod. Her scent is so thick and only getting thicker while she’s getting knotted on her bed. I blink a few times, trying to conceptualize it all and work through this jealousy that I feel.

It’s something I’m going to have to get used to, I guess.

An Omega wasn’t really on the radar for me, especially not one like Sloane.

How does someone’s life change so dramatically in just a few hours?

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” I whisper to Ethan.

“I don’t think any of us do. Just read the manual, follow your instincts. She’s your scent match, Max,” he says with a soft smile, and I let myself relax a little.

“Are you okay if I make a quick call?” I ask, and he nods.

“She’s busy anyway. I’ll just sit back and watch the show,” he says, spreading his stance wide as he watches Bram rut the fuck out of Sloane.

What in the hell is happening?

I step outside and walk downstairs to the main garage area. As soon as I do, I feel unsettled like I need to go right back upstairs. But I refrain and pull out my phone and call the person I never thought I would for advice. I shiver. It’s colder in here than it is in Sloane’s room. It doesn’t help that there’s snow outside either.

He answers after a few rings.

“Hello?” Owen says.

“Owen, I need your help.”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he says in a panic.

I suppose he has every right to be. I’ve never called him asking for help once in my life.

“Sloane is my scent match, and she just went into heat.”

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Are Bram and Ethan there?” he asks, and my brows furrow in confusion.

“How do you know about them and Sloane?”

“Piper and Sloane are friends, and Piper is my scent match and therefore the person she tells secrets to. Also, we dropped her off at his house once, and they were both there. But I didn’t think he was her scent match.”

“He’s not.”

“And he hates you,” Owen says, and I groan on the phone, wondering if this was a bad idea. “Sorry, that’s not helpful. What can I do?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, hating the vulnerability.

“Mom did give us the sex talk about a decade ago.”

“Forget I asked,” I say, about to hang up.

“Sorry, I’m being an asshole. What do you need help with?”

I clear my throat, feeling awkward as fuck. “It happened really fast, like really fast. I don’t know anything about heats or what I should be doing. Sloane and I haven’t been able to talk, and I’ve never shared with anyone else. I’m probably going to fuck this up.”

“You like her?”

“I liked her before I found out she was my scent match. Now it’s like I’m not even sure how to explain it. She’s everything to me.”

“Maybe I should get Piper on the phone to talk through it?”

“You’re an Omega. I want to know what I should be doing for her.”

“It’s not all that complicated, Max. Just give her what she wants, and if she begs for a bond, suck on her neck and tell her how good and amazing she is.”

“What about Nilsen?” I ask.

“That is a tougher question. Alexi and Piper liked each other before I was involved. But if he cares about her, which it seems like he really does, he’ll come around. Maybe just try not to engage with him or step on his toes too much so you can get through the heat.”

“What if I can’t share with him?”

“Jesus Christ, Max, it’s Sloane, not sharing your favorite toy truck. She’s your scent match, I get it, I do. But to me, I love Piper and Alexi the same. There’s just some differences in how my body reacts to her. You might be her literal pheromone wet dream, but you have to remember she chose him too.”

Owen is making too much sense.

“If you have any problems, call me or Piper.” He pauses for a long second. “Wait, does Coach know?”

“Oh, yeah. Expect a foul mood at practice.”

“Fuck, Gagnon is going to have to start.”

“Hey, at least it’s not in the middle of playoffs,” I say, and he laughs.

“You know what’s funny, I specifically asked Sloane not to do that. Listen, I know things have been weird. But I’m happy for you. Call us if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Owen.”

“Oh, and you better tell Mom before she calls me,” he says before hanging up, and I curse under my breath.

I take two stairs at a time, and when I enter the room, it’s like I’m walking through a row of peach trees with how strong her scent is.

It’s overwhelming, and it’s like my feet have a mind of their own as I approach her and Bram on the bed.

He’s deeply knotted inside of her and growls as I lean over.

Ethan claps his hands and sits between the two of us, pinching Sloane’s chin.

“You’ve got these Alphas all growly and shit over you. Do you like that?” he asks her, and she smiles with a nod. “Little troublemaker. How’s that knot treating you?”

She grabs the back of Bram’s head, making him contort his body so that his lips are against her neck.

“Such a good Omega. Suck her neck,” he tells Bram, pushing his head even further down.

“How’d you know how to do that?” I whisper, and Ethan rolls his eyes.

“You won’t get very far in life without a library card or the internet, Max.”

“Excuse me for just learning about my scent match a few hours ago.”

“Fair. I’ll give you a pass,” he says, petting Sloane’s hair. “Also, for my sanity, you and Bram are on different Sloane rotations. When he’s inside of her, stay away from the bed. That goes for you too, big guy,” he says, patting and rubbing Bram’s back.

I watch the three of them together, feeling like an outsider. It’s not a new feeling; I’ve felt it most of my life.

“You’re with Bram too?” I ask, getting off the bed and standing there as he pets and touches Sloane and Bram.

Part of me wants to rip Bram off of her and wrap my hands around his neck, but then the other part realizes that if I did that, I would be hurting her, and that would make me a horrible scent match.

“Uh. That’s a little more complicated. He’s like half sucked my dick, and we kissed a few times,” Ethan says with complete honesty.

“How do you half suck a dick?”

“I’ll show you sometime,” Ethan jokes, and Bram makes a guttural sound again.

“Why don’t you work on closing all the blinds and put something together to eat?” Ethan says.

Loving that I have direction, I do just that, and for the first time since I brought Sloane home, I feel semi useful.

Bram is hoarding my scent match, and I’ve had just enough of that shit.

I’ve tried to be reasonable, not that he’s given me a reason to. He’s been a dick to me since I joined the Foxes, and now he’s keeping my scent match away from me.

Why am I the one who’s supposed to be understanding and not step on toes?

In our work life and now in our personal life, all he’s done is walk all over me, and I’m fucking sick of it.

Sloane stirs on the bed, and immediately, I walk over and scoop her up into my arms.

Bram grabs her hand to tug her back to his chest, and Ethan wraps his hand around Bram’s wrist.

“He’s her scent match. He won’t hurt her. You need rest. Knock it off.”

He grumbles but listens to Ethan. I whisper a thank you to the Beta as I clutch Sloane to my chest and carry her to the bathroom.

As soon as we’re in there, she’s tugging off my shirt. Her skin is splattered with freckles, and I trace the ones on her shoulder before placing a tender kiss there.

“Not sure how the fuck we got here,” I tell her, and she hums, her fingers exploring the expanse of my chest. “When you’re not in heat, I’ll do things right. I can be a good man for you, Sloane. I promise.”

She leans forward, licking from right above my nipple to behind my ear, making me shiver.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

She shakes her head.

“Knots,” she whispers.

“I promise to fuck you in a bed at some point,” I tell her as I sit her down on the countertop and brush her wild hair away from her face. “Fuck, I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

She grabs my waistband, not giving a shit about my revelations, as she tugs them down, springing my cock free.

Her pulse quickens, and as I look at her neck, all I can think about is bonding her and making her mine. But I know if I do, her dad will very likely kill me. I just found my scent match. I can’t afford to die.

“Look at me,” I tell her, taking in her pretty green gaze.

I figure if I stare at her face, it might help with some of this incessant feeling of bonding with her.

“Good girl. You want your Alpha’s knot? You like the way I stretch that sweet little pussy of yours?”

“Mmm,” she says, her eyes half lidded as she spreads her legs wide, showing me her cute little cunt.

“Look at you dripping slick all over the counter,” I tell her.

I want to taste, but the idea of Bram’s cum still inside of her makes my need to fill her with my own even more intense.

I hold her ass with one hand and my cock with another as I slide deep inside of her. I grab the back of her neck gently, making her look at where we’re connected.

“We look perfect together,” I tell her.

She must agree because she doesn’t stop looking at where I’m fucking her, not even for a second. I love that she likes to watch, that she’s so into me. It makes me fuck her harder.

Sloane holds on to my shoulders, and I make sure I don’t fuck her too hard on the counter.

Her peachy summer scent wraps around me, and my cock is covered in her slick and scent.

God, I want her so fucking bad. I bite my bottom lip to just still myself, but all it does is catch her attention.

Her hands slide from my shoulders, her nails raking down my chest, which tingles down my spine.

I thrust hard and push my knot inside of her, and she moans so loud it ricochets on the bathroom walls.

Good, I hope it ruined Bram’s sleep.

She pushes my head against her neck, and I open my mouth. I want to do it so badly. But instead, I suck on her skin, hard enough I know there’ll be a bruise.

She hums in approval.

Thank fuck I took that phone call earlier.

“Such a good Omega for me,” I say, kissing the side of her throat, and I rut into her pussy as my knot swells to its largest size and I spill inside of her.

It calms the feral Alpha part of me that hated seeing her with Bram, and I sigh in relief.

My balls and thighs are covered in her release, and I want to rub it into my skin.

I cup the back of her head, peppering her face with kisses as she sighs contentedly.

When I pull back, she points to a paper attached to the mirror labeled “Sloane’s Skin Care Routine.”

“You want me to wash your face?” I ask her, and she points to step one of the routine like I’m an idiot.

I glance to the left, and there are four bottles, each of them with a number on it. She was thorough.

I go through the steps, and Sloane is half asleep throughout all of it, my knot still deep inside of her. I think that’s it for the night when she grabs a different washcloth and uses the same routine on me.

My skin has never felt so good, and she smiles with hazy eyes as my knot deflates and a ridiculous amount of cum spills out of her.

“Do I take the diaphragm out now?” I ask her, and the smile that takes over her face is nearly wicked. “Never mind. I’ll consult the manual.”

She pouts but enjoys the warm washcloth as I clean her up.

“You’re taking a shower tomorrow, baby.”

She gives me a dirty look but holds out her hands as I pick her up. Not wanting to be anywhere near Bram, I lie on my back on the couch with her splayed against my chest.

Maybe I can do this after all.