“Alpha,” he whimpers, gripping my jersey.
“Fuck,” I growl, rolling my hips as I rock my hard on against his before crashing our lips together.
The kiss is dirty and so fucking hot. A few hoots and hollers come from the crowd.
“Get a fucking room!” Jamie shouts, chuckling.
I flip him the finger over my shoulder.
“Brooks,” Lee’s voice has me ripping my lips away from Cam’s with a growl. “Back away from the omega before you mount him on the fucking football field.” Lee chuckles.
Pulling back I see that Cam’s cheeks are bright pink, face flushed and he’s perfuming like crazy.
“Fine,” I breathe out, running a hand through my hair. “But after the game, you're mine.” I tell Cam.
“I’m yours no matter what.” He grins up at me and fuck, there goes my cock again.
Is it normal for an alpha to be this obsessed over their omega? I’d fucking live inside his skin if I could.
Okay, maybe that's a little too far, but still.
This whole scent match thing has changed a lot of aspects of our lives. Including how my brain and body work.
“Fucking right you are.” I growl, sucking his lower lip into my mouth and biting down, loving the way he mewls for me.
“Brooks!” Coach shouts. “Get your ass over here, now!”
“Gotta go,” I grumble, leaning in to rub my cheek against his, making sure to get my scent all over my omega.
“See you after the game,” Cam says in a dazed state, making Lee chuckle when he sways.
“I got him. Go. Win this for us.”
“Fuck yeah!” I shout, feeling pumped. “You hear that Crown Well!” I shout. “I’m gonna win this game!” The crowd cheers. “I’m gonna win it for my omega.”
“Brooks,” Cam groans, hiding his face with his hands.
I just grin like an idiot and chuckle, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him forward for another rough kiss before letting him fall into Lee’s arms.
With a wink, I jog over to the team.
“Was that necessary?” Coach asks with an unimpressed look.
“Damn right it was,” I grin. “I’m gonna remind every single fucking person on this planet who Camden belongs to. Who my omega is.”
“Lovely,” Coach sighs. “Would have been less obvious if you pissed on the man.”
“I mean.” I wiggle my eyebrows, getting some chuckles from my teammates.
“Nope.” Coach holds up his hand. “I do not want to hear about you damn boys and the fucked up shit you’re into. Just get your damn head in the football mindset. We have a game to win.”
Coach turns his attention off me to give the team a little pep talk.
“You need to relax,” Jamie whispers. “No one’s going to steal your omega. Not if they want to live, they won’t.” he laughs. “Can’t believe you’ve gone from wanting to kill him, to being unable to keep your dick out of the poor guy for more than an hour.”
“When you find your scent match, you’ll understand that it’s not really a choice, it’s a way of life.”
He gives me a blank look. “Fucking your omega every waking hour of the day is a way of life?”
