Page 29 of In Too Deep

I nod. “Yeph, mmadmmy,” I try, the honorific horribly distorted around the belt.

He purrs deep in his chest, so hard I can feel the vibrations through his piercing. I suck in hard through my nose, glad for the leather to muffle my scream as he sets a brutal pace. I’m already so close, but the new sensations of the piercings bring me right up to the edge, ready to topple over with the slightest breeze.

“That’s right. You take Daddy’s cock so well, baby. You want to come, don’t you? You want to come all over Daddy.”

I’m shaking again, nodding so hard I’m sure my head is about to fall off as my teeth dig into Logan’s belt. I want to touch him, to feel the way his muscles move under his skin as he fucks me into the couch. To see if his salt-and-pepper hair is as soft as I imagine it is. I crave him in a way I don’t know how to wrap my mind around it. I need his roughness, his commands, his approval. I want to be his baby girl, to be his perfect little fuck toy. My throat burns to say the words, but I can’t drop the belt. Where has this desperation come from?

“If you can hold yourself back, I’ll give you my knot, sweet girl. Do you want your Daddy’s big alpha knot?” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

I nod before I can think better of it, my body tensing already as I close my eyes to focus. He purrs again, and I whimper, tears burning at the corners of my eyes.

“That’s it. You can do it. Show me what a good girl you are, baby. I’m close, so close for you. Just a little longer,” he encourages, sitting up slightly.

He lifts my hips off the couch, pulling me down on his pierced dick as he thrusts in, each stroke teasing my entrance with hisknot. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, ready to be baptized anew on this hedonistic altar. A sacrifice to a lustful god, with no thoughts other than obedience to my alpha’s commands. My stomach aches, my chest tight as I try to breathe. I’m losing my grip on my control, and on reality.

“Fuck, yes! Come!” Logan snarls, a primal growl taking over as he thrusts once more, this time deeper than ever.

As an omega, my body was made to welcome an alpha’s knot. The stretch is as natural as breathing, my cunt relaxing just enough to allow the swollen base of his cock inside before clamping down hard, preventing him from pulling back. The burn and fullness barrel into me, and I’m falling off the cliff. My whole body convulses with wave after wave of intense release, burning hot as Logan shoots load after load deep inside me.

I’m floating above my body as Logan reaches down and removes the belt from my mouth, then and releases my hands, his muscular arms sliding under my torso and gathering me to his chest. He shifts, making me moan as another wave of pleasure crashes over me until he settles back on the couch with me in his lap. Resting my head against his chest, I close my eyes and listen to his strong, steady heartbeat.

“If it wasn’t clear, I have no intention of telling anyone about what I know, Victoria,” Logan murmurs in my ear once my breathing has calmed down.

“Well, I should hope not,” I mutter against his chest, squeezing my inner muscles for emphasis.

Chuckling, Logan grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes playfully. “There she is.”

I sit back a little, looking at Logan’s soft, relaxed smile, cocking my head to the side. My head is telling me to cut and run, that getting involved with yet another co-worker is just asking for trouble. However, everything else within me eases into how rightit feels to have Logan’s knot inside me, his hands stroking my hair and his chest vibrating with his purr.

“I’m sorry if that was too intense. I usually try to talk to my partners before we play like that. But with you, it just felt…”

“Natural,” I finish, picking up when he trails off. “And I’m okay. I’m used to intense.”

Logan nods, eyes unfocused for a moment as his hand settles on my collarbone, his thumb absently rubbing over the hollow of my throat. But before I can figure out why, he comes back, his eyes focusing on my face.

“We should have a full talk about the intense stuff, though. Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, if it wasn’t abundantly clear,” Logan says, voice dropping seriously.

A ball of tension in my gut I didn’t even realize was there unfurls, a relieved sigh falling from my lips as I nod. It should scare the hell out of me how strong my feelings are for Logan, but if anything, I’m glad that it’s out in the open now. And to know he’s right there with me is reassuring in a profound way.

“And we should also talk to the boys, so we can figure out a plan going forward. Because if anyone else had seen what I saw…”

Logan trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish his sentence. I shiver, and this time it isn’t from pleasure. I’m not looking forward to their reactions to the news that Logan and I finally acted on the chemistry between us, but keeping it a secret will only end badly. If I want my relationships with all the alphas in my life to work, I need to be honest and not delay the inevitable.

“I’ll call the boys to my place tonight after the game,” I reply with a frown.

Logan pulls me toward him and kisses my forehead before resting his own against it. “Good girl. I promise we’ll figure this out, for us, and for the boys, too,” he says, his calm confidence returning.

There’s a not insignificant part of me, the one I had to develop to protect myself over the last six years, that wants to rattle off all the ways this could go wrong. But, as it is becoming easier and easier to do these days, I push that part of me aside and simply allow myself to believe him.

It’s beyond weird takingthe ice without Oli at my side. I know he’s in the building—he texted that he was going straight from the hospital to the game, medical advice be damned—but not being able to joke with him during warmups or pass to him on a breakaway might be the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been playing hockey. And that includes the months it took me to get used to playing on North American sized ice.

The lines are wacky, with guys shuffled thoroughly. Spencer and I end up with Markku Finney on our line, and he was practically dead by the end of the second. As a fourth-line winger, he’s just not used to playing the sheer number of minutes BlackJack, Ace, and I are used to. But we sure as hell didn’t want Kieran Leroy on our line instead.

I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt at first. He was called up from Shreveport with less than twenty-four-hour notice, and a few hours of game day practicing just isn’t enoughto find the chemistry. But he kept making rookie mistakes, the worst of which was being offside before the game-tying goal was scored in the third period. It just took the wind out of our sails to see that number tick down on the scoreboard so close to the end of a tough game, and we weren’t able to recover.

The only good thing about the game being over is that we’re going over to Tori’s house. It’s that thought alone that keeps me upbeat enough to not glare daggers at Leroy like the rest of the team while we undress.

Soon enough, Spencer, Oli, and I pile into the SUV, Oli in the front passenger seat while Spencer drives. I still don’t have an American driver’s license, so I have to endure the short but tense ride from the backseat. Not that Spencer is a bad driver, but this SUV might mean more to Oli than either me or Tori, depending on the day. Thankfully, we make it to Tori’s adorable brick bungalow without Oli violating his doctor’s orders.

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