Chapter 43
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forty-three
The prettiest girlin the world is looking up at me with tears half-frozen on her dark eyelashes.
I wipe my thumbs under them, glad that holding her has kept my hands warm. She gazes into me and blows out a slow breath.
“Damon, I love you.”
For maybe the first time ever, everything inside of me goes still. And the only thing echoing back at me through all the silence is… fear.
Not for me, for her. Because I’m not good enough for this woman, and I never will be. She’s too brilliant for me. Too innocent and selfless.
What could I ever give her? Myself?
What a great deal. An alpha who can’t even read. Who can’t really work.
What will happen when I have to retire from hockey? The oldest guy on our team is only thirty-one, and he’s nearing retirement. That gives me maybe five years? If I’m lucky.
But I’ve always been lucky.
And I’ve always figured shit out when my back is up against the wall.
I don’t give up. And I’m not giving up on this. Never on this.
Her lips quirk up slightly, but her eyes fill. Waiting. She’s waiting for me to grow some balls and tell her how I feel back.
I nudge my nose against hers. “You’re too smart not to know that I love you, too, right? You know that?”
Her breath quivers. “You do?”
“Sweetness,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. “I didn’t even know I could love someone like this. I—” My voice drops lower. “You smile at me, and I’m all in, Remi. You and me, no matter what. I’m all in for you.”
Tears stream down her cheeks, but her pink, perfect lips spread into the exact smile that lights my soul up. “All in,” she whispers, still grinning. “I like that.”
I grab her, spinning us both as I skate in a circle. Her laugh floats up into the eaves, reverberating off the empty arena. Reminding me that we’re here all alone.
And, fuck, do I want her. She’s never smelled quite this sweet—quite this happy—before.
It isn’t her perfume or anything sensual, but it’s joyful. And her joy makes me want to be close to her in a whole new way.
When she clamps her cold little hands on either side of my face and pulls me into a kiss, I’m glad we’ve never been here before. Because we may be in the middle of a hockey rink during the middle of the day, but when her tongue timidly strokes into my mouth, I know she wants the same thing I do.
And it’s so much more than fucking.
She pulls back, her eyes wide and full of feeling. “Are you sure?” I murmur, then flash a crooked smile. “Here?!”
Remi giggles, the sound rewiring my brain. “As if you wouldn’t be up for it, Trouble.”
I skate her cute, bratty little ass toward the exit before thinking better of it. When I turn abruptly, a shrieking laugh peals out of her.
“Where are we going?”
“Well, I have it on good authority that you like to act like a good omega, but you’re actually a very naughty girl. So I’m going to have to put you in the penalty box.”
We skate right up to it, gliding to a halt at the entrance. The box is tight, with just barely enough room for what I have in mind. And so what if I bruise my shoulders and my knees?
For her? Bring on the bruises.
She lets me set her on the narrow bench seat, her eyes flashing mischief at me as she tilts her head in a coy challenge. “What’s my penalty?”
See?
Cassian can treat her like glass, and Smith can buy her as many frilly dresses as he wants, but I’ve always known better. This omega has a naughty side. And I’m going to be the man to bring it out of her.
“Five minutes,” I return, dropping to my knees at the edge of the box and waving a hand at my erection. “For high-sticking.”
When she laughs again, I know she’s probably looked up what high-sticking actually means. Which, of course she did. Perfect girl.
I pull my sweater off, leaving the T-shirt underneath it askew while I urge her to lift up long enough for me to slide the thicker material under her ass. Then, while she’s arched, I take advantage and unbutton her jeans, shimmying them down to her ankles.
Honey-soaked sex hits my senses, filling my mouth with saliva. My canines pulse, begging me to bite the flawless brown skin of her upper thigh. Leave my claim on her.
Instead, I squeeze my knot through my jeans and growl. “My perfect, dirty girl. Have you been wet for me this whole time?”
She bites her lip and nods slowly, eyes rounding. “Yes, Alpha.”
Fuck. Me.
I dig my hands under her ass and tilt her forward, angling her the way I need to. My lower lip touches her first, slipping over the bud peeking out from the top of her pussy lips.
Remi gasps, her hips already bucking. “Shh, baby,” I murmur, kissing her clit softly. “I’ve got you.”
“What if someone comes in and sees?” she whines, still trying to press closer.
I chuckle in my throat. “They won’t be able to see. The box hides everything I’m doing. Just relax for me. Remember, you only have five minutes in here.”
Her body rolls against my mouth as I swipe my tongue out, tasting the sweet warmth dripping from her pussy. It’s heaven and nirvana and three wishes from a genie’s lamp all rolled into one incredible burst of satisfaction. The feeling rolls through me as I groan, huddling closer and gliding my tongue between her folds.
Fuuuuuck.
I follow her cues. Listening while she pants and whimpers. The underside of her clit is her favorite spot. I rub at the sensitive patch there before sliding down to slip into her. After a handful of circuits, she lets out a gorgeous cry and floods my face with honey-sweet slick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Before I can even remember how to breathe, she claws at my shoulders and the back of my head. “Damon,” she whines. “Alpha. Please. I want you.”
I shove to my skates, reaching down to pluck her into my arms. As I drop to the bench, she spreads her thighs as far as they’ll go.
My hands frame her face, capturing her attention before she can sink down on me. “I can’t knot you here, okay? I want us to be somewhere safe the first time.”
Her eyes glow, shining as she leans into my cheek and scent-marks me. “Yes, Alpha.”
She’s a secret fucking tease. And I love it. I love her. The words pour out of me again as I adjust the spread of my knees and yank her body down, impaling her on my throbbing cock.
“Love you, pretty girl. Goddamn, do I love you.”
In this freezing box, she’s a scorching squelch of pure heaven. My vision goes white from the heat of her.
Fuck. Shit.
Her pussy is tight, gripping me hard enough to rip the breath from my lungs every time she uses my shoulders to push herself up.
I didn’t think about this before, in my desperation to be connected to her. It didn’t occur to me that she would be the one directing the pace for our first time, doing most of the work.
And you know what? My dirty girl can fuck.
Good God.
Am I going to die in this penalty box?
Is this omega about to fuck me to death?
Well, I did say I was all in, so. Goodbye, cruel world.
Death by Penalty Box Pussy. Told you I was lucky.
My knot pounds, filling more with every slide of her luscious body over mine. My balls draw tight, tingling from the cold air and the warm slick dribbling down them. I clutch my hands onto her hips, my head falling back on rough pants.
“Fuck, sweetness. Yes. You ride my cock so good. Dirty, beautiful girl. Fuck me harder. Show me who I belong to.”
Remi moans, picking up speed until I can’t process anything other than the pleasure building at the base of my dick. It spreads up into my abdomen, cinching every muscle as her wet heat strokes my dick harder and faster.
When she bends forward, rubbing her clit all over my knot, I almost lose my shit right then and there. “Fuck. Naughty omega. I told Cass about that. Did he show you? Is that why you’ve been letting him take care of this sweet pussy every night?”
To my delight, she actually answers me. “Yes,” she cries. “Damon, I’m going to?—”
She makes herself come, grinding us together as she clamps around my length until stars burst behind my eyelids. I snarl, snatching her body against mine and holding her down as I fill her with thick washes of cum.
Remi takes it all, snuggling as close as she can while I shudder over the edge. When I finally float back into my body, she’s pressing soft kisses into my jaw.
“I think my legs are too shaky to skate,” she huffs, giggling.
Shit. Mine too.
I smooth her hair back with both of my hands, considering our options. “Guess we’re stuck in the penalty box for a few more minutes, pretty girl.”
She scoots closer, tucking our hips together and letting me stay inside of her. It’s the exact intimacy I was after, and I drop my forehead to her shoulder, absorbing it.
“Hey, Damon,” she whispers a second later.
“Yeah, sweetness?”
She bounces slightly on top of me. “You’re all in.”
The stupid pun makes me laugh way harder than I have any right to. I clutch her to my chest while I snort, shaking my head. “Damn right, I am.”