6. Adler
SIX
Adler
I’ve had more one-night stands than I can count.
Cheerleaders, puck bunnies, random fans.
Even an opposing team’s mascot at an away game last season.
But I knew that they were all just casual fun.
I’d wake up in the morning, not remembering their names, and happily send them on their way, but Sabs is different.
Her gleeful laughter fills the house as I dash up the stairs with her over my shoulder.
Her slick-drenched pussy is so tantalizingly close to my face that it pushes me to move faster.
After licking up her sweet cherry slick, my knot has been pulsing so hard that I’m afraid it’ll explode if I don’t fuck her soon.
I kick the door to my room open then throw her onto my bed, making her big tits bounce underneath my jersey that looks like it was made for her.
“This is the famous Adler Ace’s room, huh?” She smiles, eyes half-lidded with lust as she props up on her elbows, long legs extended in front of her, her bare skin rubbing all over my sheets.
“There’s not much to see.”
Despite living in a grand mansion, my room is nothing special—a desk covered in partially-completed assignments, a closet, and a bathroom. I don’t have a lot of belongings. Never have. The only personal touch I’ve added is an SVU Foxes poster.
“Wow.” Sabs’s gaze lands on the poster mounted on the wall. “Very modest.”
In it, I’m the focal point, being carried on my teammates’ shoulders. Luca is always talking about the power of visualization, so seeing it every day should help me manifest success. Theoretically.
I laugh. “It’s for motivation.”
“Sure it is.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “Or do you just like being reminded of how hot you are?”
“Was that a compliment, firecracker?” My pecs involuntarily flex in response, which isn’t lost on her as I smell a fresh burst of her perfume bloom from underneath my jersey. “I’m honored.”
“I guess you’re okay to look at.” She smirks, though she’s not fooling anyone with the wet patch I spy pooling underneath her when she adjusts her position. “For a hockey player.”
“I’ll show you exactly what a hockey player can do.”
I crawl up toward her and brush a loose strand of hair off her sharp, freckled cheekbone.
When I look into her golden eyes, I note that they’re also flecked with tiny specks of green.
Usually, with girls, I’m keen to get straight to the action, then order them a taxi, but Sabs seems to possess magical powers as I’m somehow perfectly content with just looking at her.
She draws in a breath, her plump lips parting as if she too can sense the electric chemistry between us. Every alpha instinct in my body is screaming to be closer to her, so I burrow my face in her neck. When I inhale her scent, she lets out a little groan and wriggles.
“Sabs,” I croak as my cock brushes against her hot center. Her slick soaks through my shorts and boxers, she’s that wet. “I…”
She shoves me back, pushing my chest hard. I’m stunned, wondering whether I’ve done something wrong before she climbs on top of me and pins me down.
I brush my hands up her toned thighs. “So you like to take charge.”
“Sometimes.” She sinks her top teeth into her bottom lip before impatiently ripping down my shorts and underwear. She perfumes as soon as my cock’s released, standing to attention and throbbing for her. “But mainly, I’m just impatient.”
I feel like I’m going to come as soon she takes my dick in her hands, firmly gripping my base before moving down my body, then wrapping her mouth around me.
“Holy sh—” I swear, I stop breathing as she takes me deeper, my balls clenching as her long nails tickle them.
Yep, this is even better than I imagined. Maybe even better than the feeling I get from winning a game.
My hips shudder as the tip of my dick nudges her tonsils. I’m big, even for an alpha. Just shy of eleven inches and proud. Most women struggle to take me, but Sabs slides me down her throat like it’s nothing.
Is it possible that I’ve just met the perfect omega, who is not only sexy as fuck but can also deep-throat better than a porn star? She approaches a blow job with the same competitive enthusiasm that she did our volleyball game, giving it her all and not holding back.
My knot pulsates as her lips tease the edge of it before lapping over its sensitive ridges.
“That’s fucking incredible,” I gasp.
In that moment, I know I’m fucking done. Whatever Sabrina Maverick asks of me, I’ll do it—even if that involves dressing up as a fairy at her volleyball game.
“You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, wearing my jersey. But if you keep working me like that, I’ll—” My cock twitches as she moves up to straddle me.
She pins me in position, arching an eyebrow. “I thought hockey players were supposed to have impressive stamina?”
I grab her hips. “Is that a challenge?”
Despite our teasing, the lingering look between us seems to hold more than anticipation. Obviously, we’re both turned-on, but it feels… deeper than that, almost impossible to put into words.
“We’ll see about that,” she says as I reach for the hem of the jersey. “It stays on.” She slaps my hand away. “For now.”
“You want to fuck in my hockey jersey?” Jesus. Just when I think she can’t get any more perfect, she unlocks a kink I didn’t know I had.
Although I can’t see her pretty pussy, I know how perfect it is—glistening, and oh-so ready.
“Uh-huh.” She positions my cock against her slippery entrance. “I want you to think about this the next time you skate out onto the ice wearing it.” She pauses, then holds out her open palm. “Condom?”
“Uh…” How could I forget? I never have unprotected sex, but with how amazing she feels, all thoughts of safety had gone out the window. Dazedly, I gesture to my dresser at the bedside. “Top drawer.”
My cock feels like a loaded gun about to fire as she hops off me, rooting around in the drawer before returning with a shiny wrapper. The seconds drag as she rips it open with her teeth then rolls it down over me in one swift, military-precision-level motion.
“Now where were we?” she purrs, climbing back into position.
I lose the ability to reply as she sinks down onto me, one inch at a time.
Her pussy is unbelievably tight, squeezing me hard.
Some people prefer to have sex with the lights off, and I’m so glad that’s not the case with Sabs, relishing the opportunity to admire her every curve.
She moans in pleasure, riding me with confidence as she releases her hair from her ponytail, sending it tumbling down to her waist.
I’m mesmerized, watching her play with her breasts with one hand while simultaneously stroking her clit with the other. I’m so fucking hard that I think my cock is going to split the rubber.
“You look so hot,” I groan, wishing I had a camera because this is an image I don’t ever want to forget. “So hot riding my cock.”
She picks up her pace, already putting my stamina to the test. When I grab her hips to slow her down, she pouts in objection.
“I want to see what’s underneath.” I reach for the corner of my jersey. “I need to see all of you.”
She whips it off along with her crop top.
My mouth waters at the sight of her perky, round tits, framed in a lacy, blue bra.
If I could reach, I’d kiss every one of the freckles covering her chest, spilling over her skin like tiny stars.
When she unclips her bra and hurls it to the floor, my breath catches in my throat.
Her pink, peaked nipples are begging for my attention. I can’t wait to lick them to learn exactly how she likes to be played with, but for now, I stroke them. A flush spreads over her chest and up her neck as she circles her hips, our breathing synchronizing.
“That’s it, firecracker. Ride my big dick,” I groan as her pussy strangles my shaft as she gets closer. “Drench me. I want your slick to soak my sheets.”
I have to use all of my self-control not to come. I refuse to. Not until she has. Her eyes flutter closed as she bounces on me, using my body for her own pleasure. And then she comes. Hard.
“Fuck!” she screams so loudly that I’m grateful my packmates are out. Otherwise, they’d either be complaining about the noise or begging to join us. Even Orin would struggle to resist his “no fucking students” rule around her. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
I’m drowning in her wetness and the rippling sensation caused by her climax, holding back my own before I lock in place. I can’t do that. Not without checking first.
“Fuck yes!” Gasping for a breath, Sabs returns to her body, a blissed-out smile gracing her pretty face. “That was…”
“An eleven out of ten?” I suggest.
“I’ll give you an eight.” She winks cheekily. “I mean, I did put in all the work.”
Determination springs through me. “We’ll see about that.”
I spin her around, pushing her body down into the mattress so I’m on top.
Her long legs wrap around me. “Show me what you can do, Ace.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. My mouth meets hers in a frenzy.
Thrusting into her hard, I grab her tits, inhaling her scent like it’s my oxygen.
My alpha instincts go to the extreme. Judging by her moans of appreciation and how her nails dig into my shoulders, she’s as wracked with wild abandon as I am.
Sweat mats down her hair as her hips jut up to meet my strokes, spurring me on further.
“Knot…?” That’s all I can manage, hoping she knows what I mean. Although alphas can come without knotting, it’s not easy, and with an omega as hot as Sabs, it’ll be almost impossible not to. “Do you want—”
“Fuck yes!” She roughly grabs my hair and yanks my face so I’m staring at her, into the face of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. “You’re giving me your knot, Adler Ace.”
With her permission, I let loose, driving into her at full force. Her pussy grips me, indicating the approach of another orgasm, when I suddenly decide to test her, slowing to more leisurely, sweeping strokes.
“What the…?”
“What’s my score now?” I counter.
“Negative ten, if you don’t hurry up and knot me.”
“Bratty.” I smirk. She’s so much fun, keeping me on my toes. “I like it.”
I slow even more, loving how she’s squirming from need. I edge her until I accidentally slip out of her with a wet pop. I look down, noticing that at some point in the process, the condom has fallen off. I pull out completely, about to grab a new one.
She huffs in frustration, reaching down to guide me straight back into her, shoving her hips into me to drive me deep inside her before I can even tell her that the condom fell off.
“Sabs, the condom…” If she realizes what’s happened, she doesn’t seem to care. “It fell off—”
“Fuck it,” she replies breathily. “I’m on birth control, and I need you.”
Holy shit! My vision swims as I fuck her bareback. It’s my first time having sex without a rubber barrier, her soft pussy welcomes me and feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Her tight walls caress every inch of my shaft as I thrust.
“I… Oh, fuck, Adler. You better knot me, or I swear to God, I’ll…” she moans, totally overcome. “Don’t stop!”
“This is…” Incredible? Mind-bending? Beyond anything I’ve ever experienced?
“Harder!” I meet her pleads with relentless enthusiasm. “Fuck, yes. More! I want it all. Fill my tight pussy with that big, fat knot!”
The edges of my vision go fuzzy as my focus sharpens solely on her. She’s all that matters. In mere hours, this omega has become the center of my universe, my entire purpose shifting because somehow, I know intrinsically that she is destined to be mine.
My inner alpha wrestles to take over, but luckily, I still have a tiny grasp on my self-control, able to hold back. Despite the blissful sensations flooding through me, I’m compelled to say, “This is the best sex I’ve ever had, but maybe we should—”
“Stop? Hell no!” She squeezes my ass, turning her head so I can see the veins in her neck, right next to her scent glands. “This is… Oh my fucking god! Holy shit. You smell…” She sucks in a deep breath. “So fucking good.”
I drive into her, sinking as deep as I can go before burrowing into her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume directly from her scent glands. I’m convinced it’s more powerful than any drug, going straight to my head and making me dizzy.
“Uh-huh,” she moans. “I need you to…”
I know exactly what my omega needs. I stay rooted in her as my knot inflates. It has a pulse of its own as it grows, her pussy stretching while dousing me in more gushes of syrupy slick.
“I need you to…” Her whimpered begging tips me over the edge as I lock in place. “Claim me, alpha.”
And then, before my rational brain can even properly comprehend her request, my primal instincts finally unleash. My teeth sink into her neck, her irresistible cherry scent washing over me like a tidal wave as I come harder than I ever have in my life as we become one. In every way.