Chapter 67 Eva
EVA
I clutched the hockey stick like a lifeline, the shaft laying across my bare thighs, as if holding it tighter could make this moment faster.
A spotlight shined on me—Haruto’s contribution to this stupid fucking plan. Otherwise, only the soft emergency lighting interrupted the unending darkness of the arena.
This had to work.
Please.
Come.
I can’t do this without you.
Gooseflesh pebbled on my legs, and I regretted my plan to wear an old jersey of Alek’s, the sexiest black panties I owned, skates, and nothing else.
Fuck, what if someone saw me? What if Haruto and Rami hadn’t been able to bribe the cleaning staff to stay out? What if the staff hadn’t been able to get the word out to lock up the training rooms?
Shit shit shit shit.
This was a terrible idea.
Humiliation poured through me as I waited. They weren’t coming. When they said they wanted to give me space, what they really meant was that they didn’t want me.
Because no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t good enough.
No. Fuck them.
If they didn’t want me, that was their fucking problem.
I killed Jed Carter, saved my father, got into med school, and survived yet another cardiac surgery.
Me.
I was smart, determined, brave, and I didn’t have to take shit from anyone ever again.
If that wasn’t good enough for them? Too fucking bad.
I slid one foot out to skate off the ice.
And then, the metallic click of heavy doors opening stopped me in my tracks. Shit! Someone was here.
“Malyshka?” Alek’s thick Russian accent came from the player tunnel, but I couldn’t see him in the dark.
“Sir?” I whispered.
A moment later, three shadows stood at the edge of the ice, tall, broad, and powerful. I’d never felt safer.
“Fuck, sparrow,” Cole whispered, his voice reverent. “You’re all my dreams come true.”
Tristan didn’t say anything, just skated out to me, wrapped his arms around me, and devoured me in a fierce kiss that left no room for doubt that he wanted me. He tangled his fingers in my curls, angling my head so he could plunder my mouth, his tongue stroking against mine.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were hooded with desire. “I thought you were done with us,” he murmured against my neck, nibbling the sensitive skin as I dragged him closer to me, our skates sliding against one another as I pressed into him.
Right.
“Fuck you,” I snapped, pushing him away. Alek and Cole glided onto the ice to stand beside Tristan—three predators, circling their prey.
Tristan’s expression was hurt, confused, but a proud smile overtook Alek’s normally stoic face.
“You all are the ones who left me,” I snapped. “When I was in that fucking hospital bed, you told me you weren’t fucking coming back.”
“We—”
I cut Cole off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. “We make decisions together,” I snapped. “Like a fucking family. You ask me to trust you, but you won’t give me the same courtesy.”
“We trust you, sparrow,” Cole said.
“No, you fucking don’t.”
Alek skated in toward me and cupped my cheek, the warmth of his hand a dramatic contrast to the cool air that blew around my bare legs. “We do,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to give in, to melt against him and let him take all my worries away.
Until he decided the best way to do that was to leave me again.
“We do,” he repeated. “I trust you, Eva. I love you.” He bent down to brush his lips against my temple.
“You left me,” I cried out against his chest. “I needed you, and you told me you weren’t coming back for my own fucking good.”
“Oh, baby girl,” Alek sighed, tightening his arms around me. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Tristan spun me around so I was facing him, manhandling me like I weighed nothing. “You think we don’t care what you want?”
Was he not hearing a word I said? I lifted my chin. “Just because I get on my knees to suck your cock doesn’t mean I don’t want autonomy in the rest of my life,” I snapped. “You left me, not the other way around.”
Tristan’s face was unreadable.
“Baby girl,” Alek said, his voice a low rumble that went straight to my clit. “Why did you ask us to come here tonight?”
I blinked, the question cutting through my hurt and anger like a blade over ice. I met his eyes. “So you could beg for my forgiveness.”
Alek’s low chuckle did something to me, and I pressed my thighs together, embarrassed by how fucking needy I was for these men.
And when he dropped to his knees before me, wrapping his arms around my legs, it knocked the breath out of me.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I love you. I want you. I want to be with you.” His eyes slid to the two men on either side of him. “I want the four of us to be together. I’m sorry I made a decision for you without checking first.”
He looked up at me with sly eyes. “But sometimes you like it when I do that.”
A smile cracked my face, despite myself, and I cupped his cheeks, the rough scrape of his beard against my hands grounding me.
“I love it when you take care of me, when the three of you make it impossible to worry about anything because I know you’ll be there for me.
But we both know that’s not what I’m talking about here. ”
He nodded solemnly. “I’m still going to punish you when you deserve it.”
I laughed softly, stroking my thumbs over his sharp cheekbones. “When I want it,” I corrected.
“Like right fucking now,” Cole said, sliding a hand up the long jersey. “Oh fuck,” he whimpered when he discovered I wasn’t wearing anything but black lace underneath.
“Apologize,” I said, arching my back so I could look up at him.
He grabbed my hair, and Alek tightened his grip on my ass so they could curve my spine more fully, until I was looking straight up.
“Open,” Cole said.
“Apologize.”
He blinked, and then the slow smile that came over his face was like the fucking sun. “I love you, Eva, but I am never going to apologize for doing what I think is right.”
“Not good enough,” I gasped as Alek’s fingers kneaded my skin, and he nuzzled his face against my thighs, pushing the hem of the jersey up.
Tristan yanked Cole’s head toward him. “Baby, apologize to our girl. We fucked up, and she’s gonna make us all suffer until you do.”
“Open,” Cole repeated. “C’mon, sparrow.”
His blue eyes were stormy with need and deeper emotions he hadn’t yet named.
Silently, obediently, I did as he asked, knowing exactly what was coming.
He spit into my mouth.
“I love you, sparrow. I was an asshole, and I’m sorry. I’ll probably be an asshole again, and I’ll be sorry then too. But I swear to you, I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. Now, swallow my spit like the good fucking girl you are so we can ruin you like you summoned us here to do.”
Once again, I did as I was told, hope beating like wildfire in my chest.
Alek stood, pulling me fully upright as he did. “Now, skate down to the goal and put your hands on the top frame. Then close your eyes and wait like the good girl Cole seems to think you are.”
I snorted softly. I was a good girl, especially for these men.
“C’mon, kitten,” Tristan said, offering me his hand. “Let’s go.”
Our fingers twined together, we moved over the ice. He remained at my side when I reached the goal, when I carefully wrapped my fingers around the cold metal of the top bar, when I spread my legs invitingly, and when I closed my eyes.
“I’m sorry, kitten. So fucking sorry.” he murmured, “I’m so fucking grateful you’re here, trusting us to love you as much as you love us.”
My eyes flew open, and I looked at him. “I do, you know. Love you.”
The hard smack against my ass startled a yelp out of me. “Eyes closed, slut.”
“I love you too, Cole,” I said, grinning widely as I obeyed.
Hot lips pressed up the inside of my thighs, shoving the jersey up. “Fuck, sparrow, all of this for us?” Cole said against my skin. “You’re soaked.”
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Tristan said. “Helpless and exposed, that perfect ass framed with black lace that makes me want to get on my knees and worship you.”
“Nothing’s stopping you,” I gasped as a tongue pressed against my folds through the fabric. “Worship all you like.”
“We will, baby girl,” Alek promised me, arriving to my other side. “Let Cole eat his fill first.”
Cole explored my core through my panties, nibbling and licking and never quite giving me what I needed until I whined and writhed, my skates slipping on the ice as I struggled to balance.
“That’s snacking, not eating,” I sighed, trying to be annoyed that my men had so quickly turned the tables on me, even as I relaxed, knowing they had me, that I was safe with them no matter what.
Cole nuzzled the curve of my ass with his nose then bit me hard. I cried out in surprise then moaned as my pussy clenched around fucking nothing at all.
“I’m gonna get that bruise tattooed on you,” he muttered. “Fucking tomorrow.” He must have heard my sigh, because he laughed. “Like that idea, sparrow? Of me marking you permanently?”
“Yes,” I whined as cold fingers skated up my stomach, settling on my full breasts to tease at my nipples.
One of them pulled my panties down my legs, the wet gusset making me blush as I felt how turned on I was.
And then, Cole was eating me like I was his last fucking meal, devouring me with his lips and his teeth and his tongue until my knees weakened, and my skates slid out from under me, and—
Alek caught me before I could fall, sliding between me and the goal, large hands wrapping around my waist and bringing my back to his torso.
Cole slipped his shoulder under one of my legs, raising it so he could attack me from a different angle. A finger slipped inside me, pumping. Combined with the comfort of once again standing in Alek’s arms, the two men wiped out my capacity to think.
“Malyshka, how important is it to you that we do this on the ice?” Alek asked me as a second finger stretched me open, scissoring me as Cole worked my clit with his tongue.
I moaned, and then, “I want you. I don’t care where we do it.”
Cole stood, and I opened my eyes. Embarrassed at the evidence of my arousal that covered his face, I ducked my face as it heated.
“No, sparrow, look at me,” he growled. “I’m so fucking proud of you, making us come here and telling us what you want.”
I slid one skate forward, my body already so responsive that even the friction of my thighs moving together made me bite my lip. Tristan’s arm wrapped around my waist, his heat bleeding through the thin jersey.
“Look at you,” he whispered, noticing my reaction. “Dripping for us, and we’ve barely touched you.”
The scrape of our skates against ice created a sensual rhythm as they guided me toward the players’ bench. Each step was a delicious torment, the cool air kissing the wet heat between my thighs.
“Please,” I breathed, the word heavy with desire.
“Beg prettier,” Cole demanded, his nails raking down my side under the jersey. “We need to remind you what happens when you try to live without us.”
“You left me,” I reminded him primly as we reached the bench. Alek sat down first, pulling me onto his lap so my back pressed against his chest. The position spread my thighs wide, leaving me exposed to Cole’s and Tristan’s hungry gazes. The jersey bunched around my waist, useless as concealment.
Cole lifted it, drawing it up over my arms and then dropping it to the floor, his eyes devouring me.
“Hold her arms,” Alek instructed him. Cole immediately captured my wrists and stretched them above my head.
The position arched my back, my nipples peaking painfully.
Tristan knelt between my spread legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he removed his skates with deliberate slowness. “I’ve dreamed about tasting you again,” he said, his voice soft with wonder. “Woken up with your phantom flavor on my tongue.”
My hips bucked involuntarily at his words, drawing a deep chuckle from Alek. His hand slid around to cup my throat, not squeezing but reminding me of his control.
“Patience,” Cole murmured from beside me, his voice thick with arousal. “First, punishment—fun-ishment—because that’s what you need, sparrow. Then, reward.”
I melted into Alek.
Cole released my wrist and delivered a stinging slap to my breast, the pain blossoming across sensitive flesh. I cried out, the sound raw and needy.
“Again,” Cole demanded, watching my face as he struck the other breast, harder this time. “Show us how much you missed this, Eva.”
Tears sprang to my eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of finally being seen for what I needed. Cole twisted my nipple sharply, the exquisite agony making my back arch against Alek’s chest.
“More,” I gasped, beyond shame. “Give me more. I need you.”
Cole’s smile was wicked as he delivered several quick, harsh slaps to my inner thighs, each one landing closer to my core. “Listen to her,” he said to the others. “Our perfect little masochist, desperate for her punishment.”
Tristan’s hands replaced Cole’s on my thighs, his touch gentler as he traced the reddening marks with appreciation. “So beautiful like this,” he praised. “Marked and so fucking greedy.”
“So greedy,” I whined, arching my back, desperate for their touch, for the pleasure they brought, for a physical affirmation of the love we shared.
Tristan leaned forward, his breath hot against my sensitized skin. “I think she’s earned a small reward.”
Before I could process his words, his mouth was on me, tongue parting my folds. My cry echoed in the cavernous space, bouncing back like a chorus of my own pleasure.
Alek’s grip on my throat tightened fractionally. “Watch him,” he commanded. “Watch how eagerly he worships what belongs to all of us.”
I forced my heavy lids open, looking down to see Tristan’s head between my thighs, his eyes closed in concentration as he worked me with his tongue. The sight was almost too much to bear.
Cole released my wrists only to drag his nails down my arms, leaving thin red lines in their wake. “Perfect,” he breathed, capturing both nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching until I saw stars. “So perfect when you’re hurting for us.”
Sensation overwhelmed me—Alek’s hand at my throat, Cole’s cruel fingers tormenting my breasts, and Tristan’s mouth working relentlessly between my thighs. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves through my system, building a pressure I couldn’t contain.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Alek growled in my ear. “Not until you admit who you belong to.”
I was the one who’d brought them to the ice tonight. I was theirs as much as they were mine.
Tristan’s fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as his tongue circled my clit with deliberate, torturous precision.
Cole leaned down to bite the juncture of my neck and shoulder, hard enough that I knew he’d left his mark. “Say it,” he growled against my skin.
“Yours,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge. “Always yours. Only yours. Please—”