Page 49 of Their Obsession

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Noah moans as he follows me over the edge, filling me with cum.

“Shit, Rookie, I can feel your cock throbbing through her walls,” Dom growls as his movements become desperate and jerky. “That’s it, pretty boy; fill her tight little cunt up until she’s overflowing.” His filthy words send another wave of pleasure through me, and I cry out.

“You’re ass is squeezing me so tight, it’s choking my fucking cock, Lilliana,” Dom growls as he continues to thrust into my ass mercilessly. “I can’t fucking hold back any longer.”

And he doesn’t. I feel his cock stiffen before rope after rope of cum releases inside me. He roars something primal andanimalistic as he claims me.

“You belong to me,Moy Klubnika. Your pussy, your mouth, and now your ass—all belong to me,” he grunts out as he slows, his orgasm fading. “Heart, soul, and body. You are mine and always have been.”

“Yours,” I agree as my body begins to sag from exhaustion. I lay my head against Noah’s hard chest, letting his arms wrap around me. “Both of yours.”

“I’m never fucking letting you go, Sunshine. You belong to us,” Noah whispers as he places a lock of damp hair behind my ear.

“Ours,” Dom agrees while laying a chaste kiss against my shoulder blade. “And if we win the championship this year, I’ll fuck pretty boy’s ass while you suck him off, Lilliana.”

I let out a soft laugh at Dom’s filthy words, but deeper down, I feel something powerful stirring inside me because they’re right. Whatever this is between us might be messy and untraditional, but it’s ours. And while these men might think that I belong to them, they have no idea that my obsession with them is equally as intense. I may be their obsession, but they’re my mania.

TWENTY-EIGHT

NOAH

The minute we step into the locker room, my anxiety immediately lessens. The knot that had been tightening in my chest ever since we jumped in the car slowly starts to unravel. Sex with Lilly and Dmitri had been great. More than great. Being with both of them is like having a slice of both of my favorite desserts on the same plate. I can still smell them on me, the strong and sweet scent of their combined pleasure coating me as I quickly peel off my shirt. The rest of the guys are pretty much suited up so Dmitri and I scramble to get moving, but it doesn’t matter, we’re here. We made it on time to play, and our girl is in the stands watching us with our cum leaking down her thighs.

Shit. My cock twitches at the thought. Now’s not the time. You’d think I’d be worn out, but I can’t get enough of them. I crave them.

“You’re late,” Karmine chuckles as he passes behind me,clapping me on the back.

I’m about to quip back at him when the room goes eerily silent. All eyes fly to the doorway.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” Coach Karr screams from the doorway. I don’t turn. My heart is pounding in my throat. I’m terrified he’ll bench me.

“Personal emergency,” Dmitri grumbles from across the room. I chance a glance. He’s pulling his base layer over his head. His abs flex before he covers them with the breathable fabric. Every inch of him is perfection. “It’s dealt with. We’re here,” he states as if it’s just that simple, that easy to brush off.

“Was that emergency needing to ass fuck each other?” someone hollers, and several people laugh.

My face burns brightly and I bury myself in my locker to try and cover it.Shit. It’s not like I’m embarrassed or anything. Anyone—male or female—would be damn lucky to have Dmitri Volkkon in their bed. But now is not the time or place.

“Want to come say that to my fucking face?” Dmitri growls, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Enough!” Coach barks out, shutting all of us up immediately. “Kolgrim!”

My chest tightens and panic overtakes me. I would give anything up for the two people I have found myself falling deeply for, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up my playoff spot without a fight. I let out a slow breath and turn to face our coach.

“Coach,” I give him a small nod and stare at the ground.

“Is he telling the truth? You two had an emergency that was more important than warm-ups before your first league playoff game?” When he says it like that it sounds bad.

“We had a mutual friend who needed our help. Sometimes being there for those you care about is more important than getting a win for yourself,” I blurt out, fully prepared for the repercussions.

“Mindset of a winner—it’s not aboutyourwin, it’s about supporting those around you. Spoken like a real fucking team player, kid,” Coach grumbles with a hint of pride in his voice. I look up in disbelief to see him nodding and looking around the room. Everyone else has shut the fuck up. “Get dressed. Get on the ice. Let’s kick some Eastern Eagle ass.”

The room fills with cheers and the rumble of sticks banging against the floor. “Bring on the Storm!” is chanted as everyone files out, following Coach and trainers out towards the ice. Dmitri and I hustle to finish getting our gear on so we can follow them out. I’m lacing up my skates when a shadow blocks the lights from above.

Looming over me, I can feel Dmitri’s presence and it sets my entire being alight. He’s like a fucking flame and I’m the moth that would rather be burned by his brightness than live in the dark.

“I’ll kill anyone that touches you tonight,” he promises in that low, husky tone of his that travels straight to my balls. He always sounds slightly more Russian when he’s upset.

He’s been telling me bits and pieces of his past—he was born and lived in Moscow the first eight years of his life and moved here quickly when his parents were granted work visas. He didn’t even know a word of English. Imagining him as a sad and scared kid, becoming tough in order to protect himself from a new world full of new people, constantly fearful of his family being sent back, made my heart soften for him even more.

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