Page 22 of Knot Sharing the Ice

Because the thought of losing her, of never getting to explore this connection between us, is more terrifying than anything I've ever faced on the ice.

Chapter

Nine

ADDER

Ipace the hallway outside the women's locker room, my nerves frayed and my wolf on edge. Ember's been in there for over an hour now, and the silence is deafening.

Well, not complete silence.

Every now and then I catch the patter of water on the stone floor, and a whiff of her scent, stronger and sweeter than before, drifting out from under the door.

It's driving me fucking crazy.

"She's been in there forever," Carter mutters, voicing what we're all thinking. His usual stoic demeanor is cracking, worry etched across his features.

"Maybe someone should check on her?" Jayce suggests, fidgeting restlessly.

Mason nods in agreement. "Go ahead."

Jayce's eyes widen. "Not me! She was pissed enough at me earlier. I value my balls where they are, thanks."

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. As pack alpha, it falls to me to take charge in situations like this. Even if every instinct in my body is screaming at me to break down that door and claim what's mine.

"I'll do it," I say, stepping up to the door. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and knock gently. "Ember? Are you okay in there?"

Silence.

I'm about to knock again when I hear it.

A soft, pained moan from the other side of the door.

My blood runs cold.

What if she fell?

What if something's wrong?

"Guys, did you hear that?" I ask, pressing my ear against the door.

Carter moves closer, frowning. "Hear what?"

Another moan, louder this time, filled with what sounds like desperation. That's all it takes for panic to override any sense of propriety.

"Fuck it," I growl, and before I can think better of it, I'm shouldering the door open, the others hot on my heels.

The locker room is filled with steam, Ember's scent hitting me like a freight train. I follow it to the showers, rounding the corner and?—

Oh.

Ohfuck.

Ember stands under the spray, her back pressed against the tiled wall. Her eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy as her fingers work furiously between her legs. Her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, each movement sending a perfume of sweet heat into the air. Her breasts heave with each gasping breath, water cascading over her flushed skin.

For a moment, I'm frozen, unable to look away from the hottest sight I've ever witnessed.

Then reality comes crashing back.

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