Page 99 of Triple Pucked
D’Angelo rubbed at the crotch of his black suit. “I’m the one who is cursed with a giant cock, and as I discovered, that’s no fun when it comes to sliding up and down a hard pole.”
I winced.
Also, he wasn’t boasting.
Shay winked at him. “I have no problem with yours.”
I laughed. “What was Axel like?”
“Brilliant, love.” Shay grinned. “A more excitable pup than I am. So energetic that he actually tired me out. An incredible teacher too. He is an amazing dancer. Axel can do things with his body that should be illegal, or actually, theyshouldn’tbecause I wouldn’t want him to be locked away. He’s the mostfreeperson I’ve met, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
Shay rested his forehead against mine. “He was justhappy.Content. Fully present in the moment. And when he danced it was like he flew.”
“You fly too,” D’Angelo said, quietly, “on the ice. You don’t realize it but when you’re skating faster than anyone else in theNHL, or scoring higher than most players who have been at the top of the sport for years,that’show you look. You fly, cucciolo.”
Shay raised his head; the look in his eyes was fragile with hope. “You mean that?”
“I may be a sarcastic jaded asshole who uses irony like a shield,” D’Angelo quirked his brow, “and is also self-aware enough to realize it, but I never joke about the people I love. Now, I know another way for you to fly. Kneel. You too, cara mia.”
He was demanding a blow job now…?
Typical D’Angelo.
I dropped to my knees next to Shay, obediently opening my mouth.
D’Angelo blinked.
He strolled to me, tracing over my open lips with his thumb. “Waiting to be fed something? I appreciate your eagerness. But right now, I’m going to fix on your temporary collars.”
I blushed, snapping shut my mouth so fast that I almost caught the tip of his thumb.
“I knew that.” I crossed my arms.
Eden stroked his fingers through my hair, before brushing it to the side to reveal my neck.
Shay watched eagerly, as D’Angelo pulled two leather collars out of his suit pocket.
The collars were elegant, expensive looking and ice-blue leather with a small, silver D-ring at the front that a leash could be attached to.
Trust D’Angelo to have chosen the Bay Rebels colors.
My stomach clenched at the thought of having it wound around my neck and being marked out as D’Angelo’s sub.
When D’Angelo clasped the collar around my neck, I shivered at the sensation of the cool leather on my skin.
“It’s a temporary collar for the event.” He tested that the collar wasn’t too tight with his finger. “This will protect you. No doms who don’t know you will approach you or offer to play with you because they will see that you have a dom.”
D’Angelo gave me an intense look as he pulled back.
“Like a fake wedding ring.” I reached up, touching over the collar.
“Like a temporary one,” D’Angelo corrected. “You’re already wearing my ring, principessa.”
He raised my beringed hand to his lips, kissing it.
Then he brushed Shay’s hair aside and clasped his collar around his neck.
