Five

Orson Vexley’s pov

“You don't want to do this,” I said, pushing Crowley away softly.

I let out a breath, I almost snapped out of my mind and let him…

“Why?” He asked,

“Because you wouldn't want it because…” 

You hate me.

Finding out Crowley is an omega wasn't something I was ready for, at least not the dirt I am looking for.

Why was he even hiding his real gender in the first place?

He sat up and put his upper body on me, His scent intoxicating me. I don't know how I was able to hold back but I am about to lose it.

“You didn't give me a proper answer,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. I looked into his brown eyes. I always knew that eyes held something that not everyone knows.

Right from the first time, I saw him. All prim and proper.

Perfect. Too perfect. That it makes me wonder if he is perfect in any other thing than hockey.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” I asked, my own voice almost cracked because those brown eyes held mine.

“Yes, I am in heat and I need a…” he said as he held my face, almost kissing me.

I stopped him before we brush lips, “Hold on, Crowley. I know I said I f**k rivals too but not when you're going to accuse me the next morning”

“I won’t” he said as his hand slid down to my chest lower down to my pelvic, My breath hitched and My member stirred.

A chuckle escaped me, “We will soon get your place, Crowley and you will take some suppressants” I said, turning away trying to distract myself from burying my face in his neck and greedily inhaling his scent.

He pulled away from me, letting out a huff. “You said you would help me, I said please” he whined,

Please.

I gripped my phone tighter trying not to lose my control. I don't know if I hate it when he says ‘Please’ or like it but it did something to me that I couldn't explain.

It made me feel excited.

I glanced at Crowley, maintaining my distance cause I felt like I might pounce on him, his eyes were half close as he removed his jacket.

I could smell his arousal.

Wait what if I took him home and his teammates or Martins came to check in on him and Crowley asked him to…

No. No. 

He can't sleep with them, “Change routine, To the hotel” I said and the driver nodded. When we arrived at the hotel I am staying at, Crowley was too horny to walk so I lifted him in my arms and took him to my suite.

As I made my way into the bedroom, I asked my driver to get suppressant pills. I reached the bed and tried to lay him down but he clung to my shirt.

“Crowley let go” I said, trying to get out of his hold but he was strangely strong before I knew he pulled me with him into the bed and then flipped us.

Crowley sat on my stomach, strandled me and I could feel his groin against my stomach. “No. You don't like me even with my scent everywhere, You are supposed to be attracted. I guess you don't just don't like me” he tells me, his hands on my chest pushing me back.

“That's not true, You wouldn't want this. My driver will get you some suppressants first you need to sleep” I said trying to convince him as I felt myself hardened second by second. Crowley leaned back and his butt brushed my cover member, “f**k” I cursed,

He brought out his phone and dropped on the bed, then he started removing his clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked frowning,

“Removing my clothes” he answered, His tone was sassy, totally different from the Crowley on the rink.

The calm and composed one.

I am damn lucky to experience the horny one.

“Do you know this is a rape?” I said as I watched him successfully removing his shirt.

His bare chest in my face, Soft lines tattoos like vines traced the curve on his waist down to his v shape area.

My throat went dry.

“Not when you are willing” he said as he started to grind on my member.

“Shit” I cursed, my hand gripping his thighs as he increased his pace and then slowed it down. A trail of curses left my mouth before my hands grabbed his hips and helped with movement. “We need to get you out of those pants” I said,

My last thread of control just snapped, Crowley gave me a smile as he stepped down from the bed and In a slow movement he stepped away, turning away from me.

The tattoos also lead into his pants. He threw his head over his shoulder as he pulled down his pants, bending over his knees and giving a look of his ass.

I smirked, Who would have thought Winston Crowley can be a minx when he is in heat.

He stepped in the pants and pulled down his briefs too, turning to me and standing in all glory.

He is beautiful.

“Your turn, Orson. Let me see you” he said,

I shook my head as I sat up, removing my buttons.

“Anything you want, Baby”