Page 15 of Omega Makes a Family
While he's off fetching the volleyball, I look over to where Oliver is sitting in the grass. A few other wolves have started to join him, clearly intrigued by whatever is going on over here. Maybe I'll be lucky and the entire pack will be here to witness my dominating victory and subsequent proposal.
"Alright." Roman comes back with a volleyball under his arm. "What's the prize?"
"Prize?" Theo smirks. "Who said there was one?"
"There's gotta be proper motivation if it's the first real game of the season. Even if it's just for fun," Roman says with a nod of certainty.
"Twenty bucks?" Lucas suggests, to which the rest of us just laugh and immediately move on.
"What about…"
"How about a kiss?" Oliver interjects.
All four of us pivot toward the omega sitting beside the sandpit with a happy smile. He looks pleased with his suggestion and the fact that it seems to have dumbfounded us all.
"A kiss?" I repeat, just to make sure I heard him right.
"Yeah, the winners get a kiss from me," Oliver says, blushing a little. "Not that that's a great prize. I just thought it might be a little joke or something."
"It's a great prize." Roman is the first to speak up. "We'll be playing extra hard now."
"We definitely will," Theo agrees.
"Good. I can't wait to watch." Oliver grins, settling into his seat.
The other wolves around the sandpit have stopped talking, their attention fixed on us and what's happening. Clearly, this is the most interesting thing that's happened in the compound lately.
And now with Oliver's prize suggestion, the others seem just as serious about it as I am. Which, honestly, has me worried a little. As close as the four of us have always been, we've never come into conflict over an omega before. But if we were…I know I'd win.
Chapter 12
Theo
My wolf is grateful for the distraction from the aching in my balls. Sweat beads from my brow as I dive for a ball and keep the play alive for Theo to continue the volley. Sand kicks up around us as we move, and before long, we're shedding layers of unneeded clothing and excess weight. Soon the four of us are down to just shorts and nothing else as we continue the game.
Lucas spikes a ball hard into the opposite side of the sandpit, and we manage to score. Panting for breath, we take advantage of the pause in the game to hydrate and mop away the sweat that's dripping down our skin. I glance across the sandpit to where Roman and Sebastian are standing. They're talking strategy probably, their voices low enough so Lucas and I can't hear.
Every now and then I notice Seb looking at Oliver. The little omega has been watching our game with rapt attention, and I've felt his eyes on me the entire time.
I'm both annoyed and excited by his presence.
He's the entire reason I didn't actually get laid last night after all. I had successfully found an omega that was up for a little fun. We were chatting and things had started to get heated up, but I couldn't stop picturing Oliver. Every time I thought I could ignore it, I'd catch his scent from somewhere only to realize he was nowhere nearby. I'd think I could hear his voice even when he wasn't there.
It finally completely fell apart when I breathed his name after kissing my hookup for the night. They didn't much appreciate it, and frankly, neither did I. It's not a mistake I've ever made before.
So I'm beyond pent up and haven't had any chance to deal with it. The only thing that's keeping me from losing my cool is that I've got the volleyball game to focus on.
"Hey," Lucas calls out, snapping me out of my thoughts, "You ready for the next point?"
"Yeah, sorry." I nod and look up, seeing the other two are also taking their positions.
"Ready?" Sebastian calls out and throws the ball up into the air.
The volleys continue, back and forth. Moving in time with my partner as we meet our opponents move for move. And every now and then, I hear Oliver's shouts of encouragement from the sidelines. I don't know who he's cheering for, I'm not sure he's called out anyone's name in particular, but his voice makes me want to play harder.
I've never wanted anything as badly as I want to claim that omega as mine.
That thought shatters my concentration, and I miss the ball I was diving for, giving a point to Seb and Roman.
