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Dean

W ater rained down on me in the shower. I sang loudly, soaping myself up well with de-scenting products like I always did before a game. It was my birthday, and I couldn’t wait for tonight’s game.

“Hi, Hot Stuff,” Verity said from the bathroom doorway, interrupting my song and dance.

“Hi. Going to give me a birthday fuck before my game?” I grinned, turning so I could see her through the clear doors of my slate and granite shower. I’d gotten birthday fucks from Grif and Jonas. All I’d gotten from her was a birthday blowjob.

Not that I was complaining.

But there was no such thing as too many birthday fucks, especially since Jonas had stopped cockblocking us.

“Did Jonas rail you too hard yesterday?” I joked, the water cascading over my naked body.

That shirt of his in the laundry reeked of lust and sex from my two favorite alphas and was now in my nest.

Embarrassment tinged her scent.

“Oh, do tell, Little Alpha. Did you christen the backseat?” That would be why the parking garage smelled of alphas and sex when Grif and I came back from our date.

“The hood. We may have gone a little too hard.” She winced, but I got a puff of sweet arousal from her along with her driftwood.

I shut the water off as I got the picture. “Little Alpha, did you take a knot in the pussy for the first time on the hood of a car ?”

No wonder she didn’t want a dick in there. Jonas’ knot was huge, and she was an alpha. What was he thinking? It should be special with candles and soft sheets.

And me watching.

I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. “I have just the stuff.”

Rummaging through the cabinet under the sink, I took a green bath fizzy out of the basket and put it on the counter. “This will ease your sore bits later.” I held up a pink tube. “This will make you feel better now, so you’re not all squirmy during the game.”

I pulled up her skirt. Instead of her usually fancy panties, she wore loose little satin shorts.

“Oh, panties hurt?” I tugged them down and put some of the cream on my fingers.

“They do.” She winced again. “You’re going to put that on me? I can do it myself.”

“Let me take care of you, Little Alpha.” I kissed her on the lips as I rubbed the cream tenderly into her.

She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder. “Oh, that feels nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I get it at the Omega Center. It’s great after getting dicks for days. Oh, I can’t wait for you to be there for my heat.” I continued working the cream around her opening and inside her.

“You want me there?” Surprise crept into her voice as she leaned into my fingers.

“Of course. We can coordinate it, so Mercy is in London or Rockland and then you don’t have to worry. It would be good for you to be there with us. Especially since if Grif goes off his heat suppressants, too. I might throw him into heat and then it’ll be one big fuckfest.” And hopefully better for him than last time.

A moan escaped her lips as she rubbed herself against my hand. “I’d like that.”

My fingers weren’t long enough to get that cream all the way in there. “Let me get it into all the right places.”

I pushed her so her back was to the wall. Dropping the towel, I stroked the cream all over my dick.

“It’s the opening that’s sore, not inside.” She grinned but didn’t protest.

“Oh, I’ll get it in there so good.” I squirted more on her opening. Cupping her face with one hand, I guided myself into her with the other. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?”

A blissful look crossed her face. “It feels good.”

“Just because I’m an omega doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you, too, Darling,” I told her, capturing her lips with mine as I gently fucked her against the wall. Because I loved her. Also, I’d never actually fucked someone against a wall like this. Usually, I was the fuckee.

I liked this. It was more the way she fit against me, nestled between my naked body and the wall. The way her blue-green eyes looked up into mine. My guys were bigger than me. It was nice to be larger than someone else for once.

“You’re taking care of me so good,” she told me, grabbing the tube off the vanity and rubbing more cream into her entrance. “On your birthday, too.”

“Don’t worry about locking me. Let me make you feel good while I get all that cream inside you.” I started rubbing her clit. The cream made my dick feel all nice and refreshed and wouldn’t affect my ability to cum at all.

Maybe someone would suck it before the game.

“Yes, right there,” she squeaked, her scent changing in that way it did right before she came.

Another scent tickled my nose, but I kept loving my alpha and rubbing her little nub because I liked the noises she made when I touched her there.

Verity tensed under me but didn’t push me away.

“It’s my birthday, Jonas,” I gasped as I continued to move in and out, getting closer to my release. “Also, it’s medicinal.”

“Medicinal fucking?” Jonas’ voice grew amused. He smelled like body wash and egg custard.

“Yeah. You fucked her too hard, and she’s sore. My dick is making sure the cream gets in all the right spots,” I replied.

“I… I’m so close. Can I come, Omega, please?” Verity groaned as she squirmed under my ministrations.

Oh? No one had ever asked my permission to come before.

“Always, Darling. Come all over my cock and I’m going to cum inside you and make you all nice and full.” That sounded like something one of them would say to her, and I rubbed her a little more.

“Dean,” she cried as she orgasmed in my arms.

While she didn’t lock me, her pussy fluttered and squeezed deliciously, making me cum. I leaned into her, making sure she felt all nice and snug between me and the wall as I came and came and came.

“You took me so good,” I praised, stroking her hair. “I love fucking you.”

Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head on my shoulder, her body aftershocking in my arms. “My pussy feels better, thank you.”

Jonas leaned on the vanity. He picked up the tube. “Oh.”

Yeah, he knew exactly what that was.

“I fucked you too hard, Little Alpha?” Putting down the tube, he pressed his bare chest to my back, wrapping his arms around the both of us.

“A little,” she whispered. “It’s mostly the after part that hurts, not the act.”

“I’m sorry.” He leaned around me and kissed her. “It’s wonderful that our omega can make you feel better.”

“Oh, our omega did the best job, Alpha Jonas.” She smirked.

Our omega? Yeah, I liked that. A lot.

Jonas turned to me. “Love, Grif made your smoothie, and there’s some steamed eggs if you want them. I picked up the not-as-spicy chili crunch sauce yesterday.”

“Thank you.” I kissed him. He usually ate this egg custardy stuff before a game, along with some rice. It was pretty tasty, though he liked to put spicy shit all over it. Grif also made killer protein smoothies.

“There’s cake. That’s why I came in here,” Verity added. “I thought we could have birthday cake before you go.”

“You made me a cake?” I’d seen the cake, but I wasn’t sure if it was for me or if she was making cake pops.

Should I have cake before a game? No.

Would I? Abso-fucking-lutely.

I got my delicious dinner last night. Grif had even made me bread. This morning, I’d opened presents and Mercy and Verity made biscuits and gravy with crispy potatoes for breakfast. Now I got cake?

Amazing.

What the nutritionist didn’t know didn’t hurt anyone.

Verity kissed me. “I did. Put on some pants.”

“Aw, no pantsless cake? You know, tonight, I’m going to get a shutout. After the game I want you, Grif, and Jonas all together with me in bed,” I told her, imagining how amazing that would be.

Getting a shutout against the Royals while Verity watched would be the cherry on the sundae of my amazing day.

Also, it was my birthday. I had a special surprise for her.

Oh, I couldn’t wait.

Something smacked my ass as I did my goalie stretches during our warm-up at the arena before our game. I popped up off the ice and skated after Grif and hit him back. Carlos busily tried to put pucks down people’s pants.

The music in the arena shifted to the birthday song. The monitors in the area flashed with a birthday cake and Happy Birthday Double-D.

For me? I waved at everyone as I ended up on the monitors.

Everyone sang to me as Nat-the-Knight came down from the ceiling on a swing dressed in goalie gear and a jersey with a one on it–my number. Awww.

A couple of kids watching warm-ups held happy birthday signs. One even brought me birthday bread. I made sure they all got pucks before I returned to the locker room.

“Here, Lucky. I can’t eat the birthday bread, but you can have it.” I pretended to feed it to him, wishing I could have some too instead of having to worry about shit like safety.

While some players stayed dressed, a few took off their jerseys and pads. Nakey took off almost everything, as usual.

“Kiss the bunny. It’s my birthday.” I went around and got everyone to kiss my stuffed bunny, like always. The one Grif had won me years go.

Carlos had everyone pet Lucky as people finished their pre-game routines.

“You okay, Gumdrop?” I put my arm around Grif, who seemed a little off.

“I shouldn’t have had two slices of cake earlier,” he confessed, leaning into me.

“It was a delicious cake.” I gave him a squeeze, understanding completely.

Coach got us revved up, and we returned to the ice for our intro and the national anthem. Finally, the puck dropped.

Winston smacked the puck around down at the Royals’ end. Jonas and Elias were on defense. From my place in the net, I looked over at the family section.

Verity, in Grif’s Jersey, sat with AJ, who also wore Grif’s jersey. She blew me a kiss. I did a dance and made a heart with my hands. Grif’s jersey. Yeah, I’d fix that shortly.

Grif threw someone against the boards after they clocked Clark a little too hard. Gloves dropped and Grif pummeled the guy like always. He didn’t seem as enthusiastic as he usually did.

The linesman dragged Grif away. Grif shook his leg like he had a cramp. As he passed the family section, he banged on the glass in front of AJ and Verity and made kissy faces.

The cameras projected them up on the large monitors above the arena. You could clearly see that she wore Grif’s twenty-six.

That’s my cue.

Throwing down my stick, I took off my mask and skated over in mock-fury.

“It’s my birthday. You wear my number,” I told her, trying to sound more angry-alpha and less diva-omega.

I stripped off my shirt, so I was only in my pads. I’d left off the undershirt.

Grif resisted the linesman and eyed the shirt in my hands. “Really?”

“You said I could on my birthday.” I leaned in and tapped my head to his helmet.

“Oh, I did, didn’t I?” He grinned at me.

Verity laughed as she held out her hands. “Give it to me, Hot Stuff.”

The Royce kids were sitting in front of AJ and Verity and waved at me frantically. I waved back.

The crowd cheered and laughed as the screens displayed it for the entire arena. I tossed my jersey over the glass. AJ caught it and handed it to her.

Chuckling, she put my jersey on over Grif’s. Oh she looked beautiful wearing number one.

“SHE LOVES ME!” I shouted, putting my hands up in victory.

“I do love you, you goofball,” she shouted back.

“Gumdrop, I love you, too.” I hugged Grif, mostly to rub my sweaty chest all over his jersey.

Grif laughed. “I love you, Jellybean.”

“Grif Graf, go to the box! Donovan, get in the net. I’m only being lenient because it’s your birthday. Don’t try me,” the linesman shouted, making a face like she didn’t get paid enough to put up with us.

Waving, I did a bare chested victory lap back to the net after swiping a new jersey from the bench. I’d let Silas know I’d be doing this, so he’d have one ready.

I put my jersey and goalie mask back on. It was silver like a knight’s helmet and had a knight charging into battle on it. Both our pack crest–a Celtic knot made of sticks and pucks, and the infinity knot heart Grif and I had as tattoos was worked into the design.

Picking up my stick, I held it up like a sword. The crowd roared. Verity, in my jersey, appeared again on the jumbo screens as she blew kisses at me.

Best birthday ever.