Page 2 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

She practiced until she screamed. Every time she faltered, she howled in frustration. That guttural howl that only leaves the throat of an athlete who has beaten themselves over the head and came out covered in the blood of their desire to succeed.

And god, I thought I had wanted her before when she was a little princess, but nothing compared to her now. She had a burning fire inside her that matched my obsession, my own relentless need to win. And I have won hundreds of games on the ice, rarely losing one— but her and her fierce, raw, unrelenting passion? I wanted every part of it. I fucking needed it like I needed air to breathe.

But don't worry, she'll be mine. She doesn't have a choice in the matter.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her launch into the air, twisting mid-jump before landing with the grace of a predator. She didn’t smile, didn’t revel in the moment.

I leaned against the railing, letting the cold metal bite into my palms as I watched her with hungry eyes. She didn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. Not until she’d pushed herself past whatever limit she had set for herself tonight. But I could see it—the slight tremor in her legs, the way her breath came in ragged gasps, and all I could imagine was how much better it would be if she trembled under me and if I fucked her so good she couldn’t breathe. I wanted that. I needed all the passion she put on the ice to be reflected inclaw marks along my spine.

Pushing away from the railing, I stepped out from the shadows and onto the ice, my boots crunching softly against the cold surface. Josie didn’t notice me at first, too caught up in her own personal battle. But as I approached, she faltered slightly, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. She stood there, chest heaving, eyes vast and wild, like a caged animal. I could see the sweat glistening on her brow, the flush in her cheeks. Her body screamed for rest, but her mind wouldn’t let her quit.

"What move are you trying to do?" I said quietly, my voice low and even.

Out of breath, with her hands tightly propped on her hips, she narrowed her eyes on me. "And you are?"

"Answer the question." My voice was firm, eyes hooded.

"Answer mine."

"Christopher."

Her eyes widened, but she quickly schooled her features and bowed her head like the polite little princess she played all evening. "Christopher Jackson?"

"In the flesh," I smirked, my lips slipping to the side, crossing my arms over my chest. "Now, what move are you working on?"

"Mr. Jackson, I can assure you that I—” she stuttered, gliding closer to me, her hands dancing in front of her.

I cut off her rambling, narrowing my eyes on the pinks in her freckled cheeks. "You messed up a spin three minutes into your performance."

She paused, looking over her shoulder and lowering her voice as if we weren’t alone. "You noticed?"

My gaze roamed over her body, taking in every inch. “I'm observant," I shrugged, wanting to mention how much I noticed about her, because a stumble was only the surface. But I restrained myself, knowing that patience is a virtue, even if mine was wearing thin.

She scoffed and bit her lip, her eyes flickering around the empty rink.

"We're alone, Josie. Tell me." My steps echoed throughout the stadium as I made my way closer to Josie. The scent of fresh snow and vanilla invaded my senses, and I had to swallow back the growl trying to escape my throat.

"It's a Biellmann spin. It’s supposed to be simple." She shook her head, looking down at her bare legs, pink from the cold, and her hands shaking from frustration.

I pinched her chin, making her look me in the eye. Her breath caught in her throat. Her pink lips were slightly agape. Her green eyes, which looked like emeralds, glossed over and were wide as she stared at me.

"Explain it to me, princess," I whispered, my breath feathering over her face.

She took another breath, her words coming out slow, deliberate. “You start spinning, just like any other move. Then you reach back, grab your skate, and pull it up over your head... It’s like—like you’re trying to break yourself in half. Your leg is straight, but you have to keep spinning. Faster. Tighter.”

Her voice faltered as I tilted her chin just a little higher,making her look at me, getting a peak of a perfect-like heart right behind her right ear.

"Your back arches so deep it feels like it might snap, but you have to hold it. You can’t slow down. Everything has to stay perfectly balanced, or you fail." Her eyes flashed with frustration, like the memory of every failed attempt was burning through her.

"And where do you fail?"

She swallowed, her eyes darting from me, but I squeezed her chin tighter, pulling her damn near underneath me. Josie is so small I could toss her around with one hand, and her nerves radiate off her onto me in waves that I allow to satiate me until her fury returns.

"Fail?" Her nostrils flare. "I don't fail."

"Don't lie to me, little girl. You wouldn't be on this ice if you weren't failing." I licked my lips, my eyes trained on her face while hers darted to my lips.Naughty girl,turned on by the lips of a man fifteen years her senior.

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