Page 23 of Knot Dead Yet

My orgasm hit making my world spiral with great messy pleasure. Maddox muffled my screams with his dominating kisses. His mouth on mine, breathing the same air, hearts pounding together as if we were one shuddering creature.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in this dark storeroom and fuck him on boxes all day, then snuggle up in a nest of shirts to sleep.

“You okay?” Maddox whispered against my mouth.

I hadn’t realize I’d gone limp and was cradled against him. He slipped his fingers out of me, and I mewled at how overly sensitive my pussy was. Sleepiness nudged me, and I didn’t want to resist. “Mm-hmm.”

“Let me clean you up and take you back to the lounge where you can rest. No one should be in there the rest of the day.”

No, I had come to the arena with a plan. What was it again? I snuggled against Maddox he cleaned me up with… his own jersey? “You don’t need to do that. I can find a bathroom, and I really should be going…”

“I’m cleaning you up.” He wasn’t stopping, and I didn’t protest anymore. His touch was firm and comforting.

Once I was dried off and my pants done back up, I stood and glanced at his hockey pants. There was no way to see anything under there, but it was like I could tell how big and hard he was. His cock was like a siren song, tempting me to free it and suck him off.

“Kienna,” Maddox said with a hint of amusement. I yanked my gaze back up to his pretty eyes, and oh, they were incredibly gorgeous. Long lashes with a blue almost azure in color. “I can carry you to the lounge.”

Carry me? I forced myself back to reality.

Did I just get fingered by a hot hockey player in a storeroom?

It at once shocked me that I let it happen, that I begged for it to happen, and made me aroused just thinking about it. I needed to get away. What little good sense I had was too easily blown away by Maddox. And Casimir. And the whole fucking hunky pack.

“I can walk, thank you.” I wasn’t going to stay. My dad wasn’t here, but I could go back to the hotel and call him. My body felt weighted down as I headed to the door. Maybe I should get a nap at the hotel first.

“Why did you come to the arena?” Maddox walked beside me with one hand on my hip and the other holding his jersey.

“Hm? Oh, I was looking for my dad.”

Maddox nodded once, jaw tight. “Not Casimir?”

“No.” I scoffed as we wound our way through the corridor. “I didn’t even know he was on the team. What a fucking mess that is.” And shit, I just let another of my dad’s players bring me to orgasm in the team’s home arena. Double the mess. My body was still hyper aware of his next to mine. The urge to touch him, to have him wrap me in his arms again, was insanely powerful. “But it doesn’t matter. I just need to talk to my dad and then I’ll be heading off to Alaska.”

“Stay.” He stopped beside the stairs which would lead us up. The expression on his handsome face was so intense.

“What?” I folded my arms. No matter how hot he was, I wasn’t staying in this city. I didn’t want a life sentence of boredom. “I’m going to Alaska to see my friend. She’s pregnant and could totally use some help.” Yeah, like Nicolette’s three sexy lumberjacks weren’t already waiting on her hand and foot. “Not that I know much about babies, but I’m great at keeping my friends entertained.”

“Oh.” Maddox’s shoulders sagged a little, and then he suddenly straightened, looking at me with a new light in his eyes. “Your dad will be back. Stay and watch us practice.”

I opened my mouth to say no, but I couldn’t. Not just because this magnificent Alpha had asked me to stay, but because this caring man had sought me out after I got upset, comforted me, and then took care of my urges from my heat. He hadn’t asked for anything else and didn’t take anything more. The least I could do was watch the practice.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

Just saying that made him smile and puff out his chest. Totally worth it.

Maddox led me back to the lounge and jogged off to locate his teammates. Everything was clean in the room, and Esha was gone. That was probably a good thing. I didn’t want to explain what had happened.

I nabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on one of the couches. Exhaustion tugged at me. Hell, it was a major battle just to keep my eyes open.

Standing up, I bounced on my toes and did a few laps around the room. My legs felt even heavier as I did so, and I had to sit again. Being in heat not only messed with my head, but it was such an energy drainer as well. I couldn’t let my Omega hormones dictate what I did. Those hormones could go screw themselves—or have a sexy Alpha do so—because I was going to Alaska. Possible compatible mates be damned!

After five agonizing minutes, no one had come onto the ice. Where did the guys go? Maddox had been very excited for me to stay, and my dad would eventually return, so there was nothing to do other than wait. My eyes drifted closed as I yawned. Maybe take a little nap. Just a tiny one.

With my eyes still closed, I kicked off my boots and, using my coat as a pillow, I curled up on the couch. I didn’t know howmany butts had sat on this thing, but I didn’t care. Sleep was unavoidable.

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A heavy slam against the boards woke me from a deep sleep. I jolted into sitting position, nearly falling off the couch. Someone yelled—from the hallway?—and another person told them to fuck off.

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