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An Omegaverse RH You Can't Resist!

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I’m forced back to reality when a strong arm snakes around my waist and pulls me back into a warm, hard chest. Nash’s growl is loud and fierce.

“Think you’ve caught everyone’s attention, pretty girl. Best get you outta here before those boys of yours hit the ice and lose their minds,” Ziggy whispers in my ear.

“Hands. Off,” Nash snarls.

Coach Tomlinson appears just behind Nash. “Daniels, get your ass back on the bench now, or you’ll be warming it for the rest of the game.”

Nash’s teeth grind together as he fights against his instincts. Slowly, his hands pull back, releasing me into Zig’s hold.

“Stay with her. Don’t let her out of your sight, but keep your hands and your goddamn lips to yourself,” he barks to Ziggy, a hint of his Alpha power in his words, then those startling blue eyes meet mine. “We’re hashing this out before I leave tonight. Don’t run off, bright eyes. I don’t want to be forced to come hunt you down.”

He returns to the bench just as the Phoenix Heat skate out of the tunnel. They file into the box, but Porter pauses just before jumping the pony wall. Our eyes meet across the ice from where I’m standing, and his possessive stare and strained jaw aren’t the only indications he knows what just went down. He’s a livewire in the bond, too many emotions to even begin to wade through them all.

Mine, Porter mouths before he’s forced to climb into the box. McCarren’s too far away, already skating toward the goal box, but I have no doubt I’m going to have a ton of explaining to do.

“Time to go.” Ziggy threads his fingers through mine, tugging me up the stairs and out into the main thoroughfare which is significantly less crowded than it was earlier now that fans have made their way back to their seats. “Which way is your suite?”

I take a deep breath, hold it in, then exhale as I try to wade through the jumbled mess of my mind.

“This way,” I murmur, tugging him around the arena and through the door that leads into the box suite. We have a direct line of sight across the ice and down into the players’ benches.

I pause in the center of the room, staring at nothing.

“You okay?” Ziggy asks softly, coming up beside me, our hands still intertwined. In his eyes, I find a steadiness that breaks through some of the Alpha pheromone fog that’s making it hard to think straight.

“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly.

He nods, looking out as the announcer begins to recap the score, followed by the sound of the buzzer indicating the start of the third period.

“You’ve landed yourself in a very sticky situation, pretty girl.”

“What do I do, Zig?” I whisper. “I’m bonded to a new Omega, his Alpha best friend has made it clear he wants us both, and I’ve got a pissed off Alpha, who also happens to be their enemy, making my heart feel funny. This can’t end well.”

—He's So Slick (Knot Pucking Mine Omegaverse Book 1)

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