Chapter 33 Archangel
THIRTY-THREE
ARCHANGEL
“You just said you wanted to fuck me?” I know hurt is showing in my voice.
What the fuck happened in the last five minutes?
Before he can answer, I say, “Is it because I’m a guy?”
Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have let it go this far.
My eyes burn, and I try to pull away.
He flips me over and pins my hands above my head, and uses his weight to keep me in place, forcing me to look at him. “It’s not about not wanting to fuck you.”
“Then what the fuck is it?”
He speaks through gritted teeth, “If I fuck you now, this worked up, I will destroy you. I don’t want to only do this once.”
I try to stop it, but a laugh leaks out. His face falls, but I grab his arms before he tries to get away.
“I’m not kidding. Don’t fucking laugh at me.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.” I love that he thinks he might. It’s adorable but so unfounded.
“I will. You know how big I am. I know what this body can do.”
I cup his cheek. “Look at me.”
He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. “Yes?”
“I’m not fragile. I’ve told you this. I can take a beating and frankly, I can handle a lot more than puck bunnies can.
Think about the sport we play.” I pause, so he registers all that before saying, “And more than that—” I know I have to spell it out for him.
“I like it rough. I told you I’ve never found anyone who can throw me around like I want.
I want to be fucked through the mattress. ”
His brows pull, and my stomach sinks. I can’t believe this is what he’s worried about. But then his expression changes like he’s processing my words. “You want…Oh…”
I wait, hoping this is a good sign.
“How rough?” he asks carefully. His dick pulses between us, and I know he’s into it.
“Give me everything you are. I want it all.” I bite his lip.
“Do you need more prep?” He sits back and gets more lube.
“No, I want to feel the stretch.” I open my knees wider giving him all the access.
He rubs the lube over his massive cock before lining it up with my hole. He must notice where my eyes are. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” I’m already ruined.
He rubs his tip against my hole, making my entire body shudder. “You okay still?”
“Yes. I want you.”
“Condom?” he asks the only one with some sense.
“We’re not sleeping with anyone else, right?”
“Only you.”
“Then I want you raw.”
“Have you done it that way before?” He rocks his hips, pressing against my hole.
“No, have you?”
He shakes his head, groaning, breathing jagged. “You’re going to kill me.”
Or just make it so he only wants to fuck me for the rest of his life. I laugh because I know it’s not possible. But I wish it were.
“You’re going to kill me. Please fuck me already.”
He pushes forward, and it burns so good. Wolfe is bigger than any cock I’ve ever taken. Pleasure quickly replaces the intense pressure, and my entire body trembles in response.
“Angel.” Wolfe sounds like he’s barely keeping it together.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Good?” he asks.
“Very.” I bite my lip, not even close to wanting to come yet, and I might without even touching my dick.
He takes the encouragement and pulls back a little before thrusting in further. I whimper, arching as my toes curl.
“Holy fuck.”
“Want more?” he asks, finding his way back to his cockiness.
“So much more. All of you.”
He puts his foot next to my knee and thrusts deeper, changing the angle, sending intense pleasure through my entire body. I can’t speak, but he takes the hint, repeating the movement.
“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t stop watching my cock fill you.” The truth comes through his groans.
“More,” I manage because I know he hasn’t begun to give me what he’s capable of.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Give it to me.” I grab his chest, brushing my thumb over his nipple, needing to touch every part of him.
He slams forward, hitting my prostate just right. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to hold back…”
“Don’t. Keep doing that.” I lift into his thrust clenching around him. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Yeah?” he says breathless, digging his fingers into my ass. If he doesn’t leave marks, I’m going to be disappointed. I want it all.
“Please.” I’m a mess, meeting his thrusts while my entire body teeters on the edge of losing it.
He grabs my shoulder, falling forward until he’s pressing me almost flat against the bed, using the newfound leverage to drive deeper.
No fucking wonder he always has a line to bed him. The way he rolls his hips while his thrusts intensify the build, sending sparks down my spine.
He fucks me like he needs to work every ounce of pleasure out of my body, and entirely wrecks me for anyone else. I’ve never felt like this with anyone, and I don’t think it’s possible to replicate.
I’m done for. I come without touching myself, shooting all over my stomach and the sheets. I clench around him, and his thrusts become erratic until he stills, flooding me with a warmth I can’t explain. He throbs inside me, pulling back a little to thrust again, riding out his orgasm.
I reach behind me, grabbing his thigh to keep him deep as he pulses. He collapses forward, half on top of me, still buried. I don’t want him to move.
He kisses the back of my neck and across my shoulder, then pulls back. I tighten my grip on his thigh.
He stills, wrapping an arm around me. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Just don’t get up yet.” It’s the most I can admit to right now.
We fuck a lot. Basically, any time we’re alone, Wolfe is behind me, pulling down my jeans or sweats or anything else.
He’s insatiable, and I love it. I wait for him to get bored, or the illusion to shatter, but it doesn’t.
It’s been weeks, and I can’t get enough.
I’ve never been fucked this much, and I don’t want May to come and it all to end.
He collapses on the sofa after practice, spent.
I glance around, then climb into his lap. “What are we having for dinner?”
He manages a tired smile. “I don’t know. I’m too tired to even look at food options.”
“We told the guys we’d go out tonight.” I tease, skimming my nose up his neck. We’ve basically been too wrapped up in each other and avoided team events. We can’t keep doing it without them getting suspicious. “They’ll be here to pregame soon.”
“Can we pretend I’m sick?”
I laugh. “They won’t buy it. You’re never sick.”
“How come Seaborn gets to stay in just because he’s fucking his rival?” He huffs, and it’s fucking adorable.
“What would we do if we stayed in?” I ask.
“Cuddle and watch a movie.”
“No sex?” I ask, more than a little shocked.
“No…” He sticks his lip out. “I’m grumpy and tired.”
“What has you so grumpy?”
He shakes his head, and I can’t figure out what’s got him in this mood. “Nothing. I’ll rally to not disappoint the guys.”
“Are you sure?”
He grabs my face, bringing my mouth to his, probably so I stop asking questions.
I grind on his lap, and he hardens under me. “You don’t seem that tired.”
He grabs my ass. “My cock is a lying bastard.”
“I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.” I brush my lips over his, feeling his fingers hook into the back of my jeans, pulling them down. “You’re so easy.”
“When it comes to you, I am.”
I grab his belt when there’s a pounding at the door. “Why the fuck are they here so early?”
He shrugs.
I climb off his lap to look out the window. “Fuck. It’s Ridgeway, Savage, and Lovelace. I don’t think they are letting you out of going out.”
“Rude.” He’s on his feet and fixing his dick. “How the fuck do I explain this?”
I grin. “They probably won’t even notice.”
He gets himself righted, then pulls open the door. “If this is an intervention, we don’t want it.”
“An intervention? For what?” Savage says.
Lovelace and Ridgeway lock eyes, and Ridgeway laughs.
“It’s not an intervention, but we weren’t letting you back out tonight. You two haven’t been out in ages,” Lovelace says.
“And the team needs a morale boost,” Ridgeway adds, shoving past Wolfe, carrying a keg I hadn’t seen when I first looked out the window.
“What the fuck is that for? I thought we were just pre-gaming here?” Wolfe pinches the bridge of his nose.
Ridgeway gives him a flat look. “What do you think it’s for? We’re throwing a party instead of going out, so you two can’t bail. The rest of the team will be here soon.”
Wolfe meets my eyes.
“Don’t tell us no. You’re the captains and are acting like old men.” Savage looks between us.
“The guys need to get laid and to see us as a team with you two as part of it.”
I hate that Ridgeway is making good points. Makes it impossible to say no.
I look at Wolfe again and he lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, alright. But it’s shut down at two. No ifs, and’s, or buts. Coach will kill us. You know we play the Monsters tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
Since it’s the first party we’ve thrown in months, our place is filled in under an hour. It’s packed with puck bunnies. There are four or five to every guy, and there’s a gaggle around Wolfe.
I don’t intervene. I give him space, not wanting to seem like the weird, jealous teammate either. Especially with Ridgeway watching us. And with as much as we’ve fucked the last few weeks, I don’t think he needs to get laid.
I refill my drink, and when I turn back, his eyes are on me.
He looks like he could eat me alive, and I want it.
I can’t stop looking at him, and maybe that’s as bad as hovering, but I can’t help it.
I wish we could sneak off somewhere so I can give him a taste of what he’ll get later when all these people leave.
I do a lap to see if the party is at all winding down, but if anything, it’s more packed than it was an hour ago, and it’s already one.
Fuck.
I try to find some room to breathe, trying to meet Wolfe’s eyes so he’ll come with me, when I run straight into someone.
He’s a big guy, jacked. I’d think he was a hockey player if I didn’t know all the ones on my team.
“Sorry about that.” I try to step around him, but he steps with me.
“It’s okay. You’re Archangel, right?”
“Yes, and you are?” I look him over, sure he plays some sort of sport. He would have been the type I’d gone for before Wolfe.
“Luke.” He holds out a hand.
I take it and release quickly. “Nice to meet you, but if you’ll excuse me…”
He steps with me again. “My friend Solace is your teammate. He told me we’d get along well and to introduce myself tonight.”
While sweet of Solace—and amazing that he got my type spot on—this could not be worse timing.
What do I say? “It’s great to meet you, and I’m sure Solace means well, but I’m seeing someone.
” I lean into the truth, figuring I might as well do what Wolfe has insisted on.
Easier than trying to keep track of lies, since at least Ridgeway already knows.
“Is it serious?”
“I’ve been in love with him half my life, so yeah.”
Luke’s eyebrows raise. “Damn. Your friend had no idea.”
“It’s newish. He doesn’t know yet.” I give him a tight smile.
“Damn. Too bad. If it doesn’t work out, you should give me a call.” He holds out a card. Who even has cards these days?
Before I can reject it, Wolfe has barreled through the room and puts his arm around me, mean-mugging the guy.
“He won’t need it.” Wolfe’s tone carries a warning, and while Luke is big, Wolfe is bigger.
“Shit, I didn’t assume it was Wolfe.” Luke holds up his hands, clearly caught off guard by all of this.
“It is, and it’s not going anywhere.” Wolfe’s possessiveness turns me on, and breaks something in my chest.
“Okay, okay, no need to start a thing.” Luke gets out of there quick, and before he’s even fully out of sight, Wolfe grabs my shirt and shoves me into the pantry.
“What are you doing? Everyone can see you.”
He closes the door and spins me around to back me against it. “Marking what’s mine.”
“Are you jealous?”
He growls. “Do I have a reason to be jealous?”
“No.” I fight a smile.
“That guy was all over you.”
“I’m not looking at anyone else.” I’m breathless as he grinds against me.
He claims my mouth harshly. “You better not be. You belong to me.”
It almost feels like it’s true.