Rather than use the soap from the dispensers, I always brought my own.It helped tamper down my omega scent, and right now, I was hoping it would work miracles and douse down the scent of my growing arousal.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.Why can’t I just get a fucking boner like everyone else?
As if I could will it away, I scrunched my eyes shut as slick slowly began to leak from my hole.
Not showering with the others had been a mistake.I’d chosen this team specifically because it had a low number of alphas, only five on the team, the rest made up of betas whose scents were far less likely to set off my inconvenient bodily functions but this far into the season and even they were becoming a distraction.
Instead, I was showering with the alpha of all alphas and the steam from his shower was turning the room into an alpha pheromone gas chamber.
In a panic, my breaths became shallow pants, which only drew Tobias’ attention.
I hadn’t even heard him cross the room when he was suddenly a large looming presence at my back.His chest pushed me forward, and I had to brace myself on the tile wall as I tried holding my breath through the overwhelm of his scent swarming me.He knelt behind me and large hands spread my cheeks.The deep inhale he took was audible, and I dropped my head so it hung between my shoulders.
Tobias groaned.“Get out.Get out, get out, get out.”His voice was pained and each ‘get out’ louder until my brain caught up and I legged it out of there, at the last second remembering to grab my towel off the hook.
When I reached my cubby, the locker room was blessedly empty.I pulled on some joggers and a t-shirt at breakneck speed before slinging my duffel over my shoulder and making my escape.
In the safety of my car, I tried taking deep calming breaths.I was still damp all over, hardly bothering to dry off before I’d dragged my clothes over wet skin.What just happened is the exact reason why omegas don’t make teams like this.If Tobias reports it to our coach, it could be the deciding factor on if I get to return next season.
I’d ignored medical advice this year and not taken a few games off mid season to go into heat.I didn’t want anything to be held against me.Couldn’t give them any reason to decide having an omega on the team was more hassle than it was worth.I’d worked my fucking arse off, too.
The Tigers were entering the semi-finals of the Premiership for the first time in over a decade, and as the team’s scrum-half, that was in no small part down to my contributions to the team.But was it enough?
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Tobias
One,two,three,four,five, six, seven…
In the end, I counted to five hundred before I successfully peeled myself off the shower floor.I spat into the drain because the scent of Emil’s slick quite literally had me salivating.
This was entirely my own fault, too.When the coaching staff had discussed the prospect of having an omega on the team, I’d assumed it would be a win-win.I’d seen Emil play, and he was the best scrum-half since Darren Connor’s reign over a decade ago.I’d known it would be excellent PR for the team, there was only me and four other alphas that it could be difficult for and in a state of sheer naivety, I’d thought that since I’d rarely found myself attracted to male omegas, thatIat least, would be absolutely fine.
I didn’t meet Emil in person until he was signed and delivered to the Tiger’s locker room and it was only then I discovered what a fucking mistake it was.
Even with heat and pheromone suppressants, Emil smelled like the most decadent meal I could imagine.
Up until Emil joined the team, I’d prided myself on being a good team captain, but the reality was that off the field, I’d had to avoid Emil at all costs.Nobody had ever smelled as tempting to me as he did and I was counting down the days until the end of the season so I’d have a few months’ break before having to do this all over again.
And Iwouldhave to do this all over again.There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Emil would be re-signed for the next season after how he’d played.We were in the semi’s, for fuck’s sake.
When I stood back up and turned the shower back on, I turned the water to cold in the hope it would help with the way my cock still throbbed between my legs.
I’d always avoided showering with Emil and I’d assumed that after a lengthy conversation with Coach following the game, that he’d be long gone and I’d have the place to myself.
What a fucking disaster.
When my cock finally got the picture that it wasn’t about to knot an omega, I quickly rinsed off and returned to the locker room to get changed.
My phone pinged with an incoming message while I was drying off.
Harbour
Wings?
I swear, all he thinks about is food.
Harbour was my closest friend on the team; we’d been playing together for the last five years and he balanced me out.Where I could get too stuck in my head and take life too seriously, Harbour sort of floated through the world without a care in the world.
