Page 90 of Just One Bite
Parker
If I am going to win the election and the tournament, I have to work harder. That means, as much as I wanted to stay with Olivia and stare at her in that dress all night, I had to step up as captain.
Ryker huffs as I hit the puck and it barrels toward him. He slapshots it right into the net.
“And you said you were washed up.” I’m out of breath too.
I’m glad I didn’t let him give up. He does have talent. He just needs someone to give him a chance.
I skate around the rink to hit another puck his way.
“P-Parker.” Olivia’s voice cuts through the air.
She’s on the other side of the rink, walking barefoot on the ice, stumbling toward me. Like a mirage in the dim light, her purple dress sparkles in the haze. Her feet are covered in dirt, and she slips, but I’m there in seconds to hold her up and keep her from falling into the ice.
“What’s going on?”
Anger rips through my throat. She’s hurt. There’s no other explanation for her to be walking around without her shoes. I smell the smallest tinge of blood from the scrapes on the bottoms of her feet. The thought of her bare feet on the ice makes me cringe, so I scoop her up and out of the rink.
“What’s wrong?”
Ryker skates behind me but quickly places a hand over his mouth and nose and backs away.
I still don’t get it. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are glossy while the skin on her arms is warm. Warmer than it should be if she just came from outside.
“I-I need you,” she says.
“What?”
She grabs my face and kisses me. It’s so desperate it shocks me.
Then I smell it.
The scent coming off her sets the hair on my arms straight. Ineedher. My entire body eases forward to take her and satiate the need rolling off her in waves. Her scent has changed, amplified over a thousand times, making what is normally manageable, borderline intolerable.
I’m suddenly sixteen again, going through a rut for the first time. It’s that bad.
It’s unnatural. All-consuming torture.
“I need you. Please help me.”
My blood runs cold, and I search her arms and neck. “Did someone mark you?”
It’s the only reasonable explanation. She’s acting like she’s in heat, which is impossible because she’s human. But her scent—
I really need to fuck her.I push the thought out and hold my breath to bring my focus back to her. What happened to her at the party?
“Make this stop,” she begs.
“Who did this?”
“I was at the party and …”
I sniff at her neck, focusing harder. I have to know if someone else touched her. But her scent is clean, apart from the aroma filling the air and making me dizzy with desire. I linger there with my lips at her neck, licking my teeth. My head is swimming too.
I’m overly aware of Ryker, who is now on the other side of the rink, which still feels too close to her for my liking. I haul her into my arms and sling her over my shoulder.
“We’re going back to the dorm. Come here.”
