Page 32 of Their Obsession

“No more bullshit, kid,” Coach grumbles when it’s just the two of us. “Fix whatever the fuck the issue is. I can’t have my team at each other’s throats. Am I clear?”

I nod. Coach turns on his heel and storms off to join the remaining assistant coaches. I rub at my throat and skate to grab my stick.

How the hell am I supposed to fix this?

EIGHTEEN

DMITRI

My blood is boiling. I am fucking furious. The veins in my forearm bulge as I squeeze my fists, trying desperately not to punch something. I need to remain quiet though, and if I hit something, it’ll definitely give me away.

I have spent nearly my entire life obsessed with Lilliana Pettersen. I’m not sure if she remembers how we met, but I will never forget. It’s the day that changed my entire life. That one day altered the course of my existence in ways I’m not sure she fully understands. She’s the reason I’ve done all of this. The day that I saw her covered in red was the day that everything shiftedfor us. I never wanted to be a fucking hockey player; I’d never even been on skates until I met her. But for her, I learned, I practiced, I dominated, I became the best in the league. I will be whatever she needs. I will do whatever I have to do.For her. She is my obsession, and I’m not letting anything come between us.

Especially not some damn pretty boy. With his boyish charm and charisma. Those fucking dimples. What a prick. I assumed it’d be easy to get him out of the way and get Lilly back. But things have become…complicated.

He pissed me off today. And he needs to be taught a fucking lesson. Which is why I’m here.

I watch from the shadows as the beads of water trail down the muscles of his bare back. His tan skin and blonde hair give him the boyish look that I’m sure some find appealing. But his muscles are toned and well defined, showing years of dedication and work on his physique. He’s leaner than me, but as he proved today, not necessarily weaker. He spins, letting the spray of the shower soak his hair. The way he tilts his head back leaves the column of his throat exposed. His Adam’s apple is predominant with his neck pushed back like that. The urge to bite at it and hear him whimper below me is so strong I almost dash from my hiding place.

Patience.

My eyes trail across his body, taking in every inch of his exposed flesh. He has a well-defined set of abs. The V at the bottom leading to a patch of dark blonde curls. Beneath the hair, his impressive cock hangs flaccid against his thick thigh. My own length twitches in my pants as I stare at him. He lathers himself with soap, the bubbles dripping down his form. Blood rushes straight to my cock as I watch. I palm myself through my pants, enjoying the satisfaction of knowing he’s completely oblivious to my presence. He has no idea that there’s a monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

He stayed late. Probably hoping I’d be long gone or that Lilly would have stayed late, or both. Unfortunately for him, neither of those happened. My little strawberry left hours ago, and while they thought they walked me out after I changed, I simply doubled back to the rear door and snuck back in as some foolish employee dashed out to their car. It was simple enough to hide among the shadows, biding my time.

He may have thought he won, but this game has just begun.

His suds covered hands run across his chiseled flesh. The soap trails down his tanned skin. I’m completely enraptured as his hands move to his groin. His long and lithe fingers roll his balls as he cleans himself. The motion is not meant to be sexual but I can’t stop the reaction it’s causing within me. My mouth goes dry as I try to swallow down the uncontrollable urges boiling up inside.

He spins and shuts off the water. Pulling a towel off the hook, he rubs it through his silken blonde locks before laying the coarse blue fabric across his shoulders. It’s Storm blue—more of a teal really, and against his hair and tanned skin, it’s perfection. He was made to wear these colors clearly. I slink from the shadows, following closely behind him as he moves from the showers towards the lockers. The tight muscles of his ass flex with each step. The urge to sink my teeth into his flesh and cover him with my marks is almost overwhelming. He opens his locker and begins pulling out his joggers. He’s completely distracted. I stalk silently across the room until I’m close enough to strike.

“Think you could get away with that and I wouldn’t retaliate, Rookie?” I ask as I slam my fists against the metal on either side of his head, caging him in.

He spins. His pupils go wide with fear, and fuck me, his terror is delightful. His chest rises and falls rapidly while rivulets of water trail across his tanned skin. He looks good enough to eat.

“What the fuck do you want, Volkkon?” he counters as he triesto push me away.

His shove is half-hearted. He doesn’t really want me to leave. He must be just as curious as I am about this magnetic pull that seems to be dragging us towards an inevitable collision into chaos.

“You,” I answer simply as I move quickly to wrap my fingers around his throat, pinning him in place, and forcing his gaze to flit to mine.

He looks absolutely delicious like this—vulnerable and at my mercy. It has my dick thickening behind the soft fabric of my loose pants.

“Fuck off, man,” he grumbles as he tries to shove me away. It’s no use though. He’s not escaping my grasp.

I tighten my grip on his throat. The erratic thump of his heartbeat beneath his heated skin is dizzying. What the fuck is he doing to me? I’ve only ever felt this out of control around one other person before. One beautiful girl with strawberry hair and emerald eyes. I thought I wanted to remove him from the picture or use him to send a message to her and remind her exactly who she belongs to, but things have changed. Somewhere along the way, he snaked his way beneath my skin.

I lean in closer to him, letting my breath caress the shell of his ear while I hold him tightly by the neck. His squirming beneath my hold has my body alight with need. “You’re so fucking annoying,Moi Novichok. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson about who’s in control here.”

I pull him forward then shove him back again, letting his body crash against the cold metal behind him. His cock twitches between us; I can feel it throbbing, and that knowledge makes me feel utterly out of control.

“Lilly isn’t yours anymore,” he spits at me. His cockiness makes me see red. I shove my body against his, pinning him entirely against the locker behind him.

A dark chuckle escapes my throat. “This isn’t about Lilly, Rookie.”

I grind my hips against his, letting him feel my hardened length against his. His eyes widen in recognition as he matches my thrusts, our hardened cocks grinding against each other in the most maddening of dances.

“I can’t stop thinking about how the two of you looked together. The way she glowed as she was riding you, but also the way you looked beneath her. The image has become imprinted on my fucking soul, and I don’t think I’m able to stop until I have you… until I have you both.”

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