Page 150 of Evil Hearts

As the night wraps up, I do my round of fan events, spirits lifting slightly at the genuine enthusiasm I see from many people. So many hockey lovers are here!

That’s it, idiot.

She doesn’t like you. She likes hockey.

How could you think she’d want a monster like you? What’s worse, I don’t know what she sees when she looks at you, but it’s probably something ugly. You’re a shaggy, hunching, oversized furball. She’s literally a model, a sex symbol. What the puck-to-the-head were you thinking?!

“You’re in deep shit.”

I finish signing an autograph for a family of Pine Ridge season ticket holders that I recognize from their frequent attendance at our games. I glare at the Orc for using profanity in front of the three boys and the little girl standing beside their mom and dad with too-excited-to-sleep faces. “Thanks for coming all the way out here, folks,” I smile.

“We’re staying for the whole con! Camping out in a buddy’s RV,” the dad says, smiles, and takes off, herding his kids in front of him.

“What is it? And remember, no potty mouth in front of little guys.”

“You’re as lily white as your fur, aren’t ya?” King snorts.

I think of standing behind a bent-over Fia, watching her pussy strain and stretch wide to take my thick ice-gray cock, sliding home over her panting screams.

If only you could see inside my head, King.Out loud, I say, “Lily white. Sure. Why am I in trouble?”

“Sam went to Coach and said you cut his time with the photographer short because he’s a recent transfer and you’re not showing team spirit.”

I groan. Coach Torrey is way too nice to be a hockey coach, honestly. He treats the team like family, and doing crappy stuff to someone on the team is one of two ways to get on his bad side. The other is usually reserved for refs. “He has to know I wouldn’t do that!”

“He has to at least look into it, and Torrey told Grendel he’d make sure he got a picture retake first thing tomorrow morning. I know, because Grendel is strutting around bragging that he’s going to get alone time with the camera cutie.”

I see red. Literal red. The world narrows down to a red haze and the sound of heartbeats and blood rushing through veins. Mine. King’s. Random people walking past.

“Bry?”

The noise that I make isn’t one I choose. It’s part of the primitive “hunt, kill, mate, survive” package that comes with great cold weather endurance and a need for extra strength detangler. “No.”

“Um… Maybe you should go see Coach? Or Fia?”

I stomp away. If I find Grendel first, he’s going to get his dick ripped off. If I find Fia first…

The red haze cools. Well. I don’t know what will happen.

I know what Iwantto happen.

The images in my head stop me in my tracks because they seem so real. Her much smaller body crushed against mine. Her naked smoothness against my fur. Tight little slit, all deliciously brown and pink, parted on my tongue—and then wrapped around my cock until I feel her belly bulge against mine as I rut against her.

Oh, hell, no. That can’t happen. But I can warn her that Grendel is trying something shady and tell her to insist on Coach sticking around. Or she can refuse and tell the coach that Grendel was being a total slimy prick.

Yes. That’s all that’ll happen. Just some friendly, helpful information.

I curl my fists. That’s all I canlethappen. Fia doesn’t want me, even if I want her so badly I can’t see straight.

I’m surprised to see that there are a bunch of RVs and campers now parked in the spots next to mine. A lot of them are surrounded by people grilling and drinking.

Ughhh. I just want to go to bed. It’s after midnight.

I know there’s no way I’m going to sleep, though, not without satisfying myself first.

I hurry into my RV, shivering and slinging my camera bags and equipment down with far less care than usual. Peopledon’t realize how hard it is to heat an RV when the key isn’t in the ignition. I flip on the generator and turn on my small space heater, nerves unduly irritated by the loud, grating sound. Usually, I can tune it out. Tonight, I just want to hear the sound of my soaking slit as my thickest dildo slips in and out of me, paired with the sensual purr of its vibrating sensation.

I’ll get up early tomorrow and edit the pictures. I’ll shower when I’m done getting thoroughly messy…

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