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My heart still pounded.
Who was the rookie they were talking about? I was the only one with curls.
Desire was still hot within me.
What were they were smelling?
Just as the aftershocks were beginning to subside, the locker door was ripped from the hinges, wooden and metal pieces splintering off and flying in every direction. I yelped in utter shock while clutching my legs together tightly at the show of strength.
“You naughty little thing,” Merrilee stood before me, smiling devilishly down at me. “Looks like Christmas came early for us this year.”
CHAPTER 2
PRELIMINARIES
Ihad been caught, and I had no idea what to do.
My body was hot enough to melt all the snow in the North Pole as I stood dumbly in the locker. I couldn’t stop shaking. I also couldn’t stop thinking about how bad this looked.
Strike One: I was caught in the locker room.
Strike Two: I was caught in the locker room, watching and getting off to two Sleigh-runners having sex.
Strike Three: I was probably actively missing Orientation and my chance to compete.
Strike Four: I would happily do it again.
Gods, I was so fucked. And very bad at baseball.
Merry stood with eyes full of mirth and a matching smirk. This close, she towered over me. Between that and her giant muscles, she blocked any escape. I was still stuck, but now in a completely different way.
Something about the spark in her eyes made this way far more enjoyable.
Wynter, come on, bitch. Think with your fucking brain because you are in deep shit.
I cleared my throat. When I spoke, it still came out as a croak. “I-I know this looks bad, but I swear I can explain—”
“Oh, can you now? I would love to hear this.” Merrilee stepped to the side to show Felicity on the bench still. She was sitting up now, her long legs crossed at the knee. I couldn’t stop my eyes from taking in her very naked, very gorgeous body. Her body language was so casual and calm, as if we were discussing the weather. Then, her dark sepia eyes widened as she looked me over. “You’re the pretty little rookie.”
“First to be chosen for the Reinder Games Hopefuls, first caribou-hybrid ever to qualify, first to break every record in the book before you even got past the Drafts, and now—” Merry slowly smiled wider, showing off her dazzling white teeth. “First to get caught being a little voyeur in the locker room. Quite the resume you’ve got there, little Wynter Norwood.”
My brain completely crashed. I didn’t know if it was from the orgasm, being recognized by my idols, or just the craziness of this whole situation. Suddenly, the only thing I could do was open and close my mouth like a fish out of water.
“Look at those wide eyes, FeFe. She’s as adorable as she smells.” Merry leaned into the locker and drew in a sharp breath.Oh, my gods. She was scenting me.I squeezed my thighs together yet again. Her brilliant amber eyes never left mine, and they darkened as she said, “You are going to make us have to burn all of Eve’s clothes to make sure she doesn’t smell you. She is going to be pissed, but rather that than us killing a teammate because our instincts got the better of us.”
I swallowed.W-What did that mean—?
“You aren’t supposed to be in here, now are you, Bambi? You are in quite a bit of trouble, no?” Felicity asked, bringing my attention to her and her deep, husky voice.
I shook my head so hard that my curls swayed in front of my eyes. “I’msovery sorry! I was looking for a bathroom beforeOrientation. When I asked Chrissy Beckett, she brought me here and locked me in. She ran and got Coach Tannebaum, so I hid in a locker and got stuck. I know I’m not supposed to be in here, and I’m definitelynotsupposed to have conducted myself like that. It’s not behavior behooving a potential member of the Nine, and I’mreallysorry. Please don’t report me!”
“Chrissy Beckett?” Merry’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “Oh! Gloria’s brat! Should have known that bitch would raise another little bitch. Legacies are the worst.”
Felicity stood, approaching me. She wasn’t as tall as Merry, but she was still not as short as me standing at 5’9”. Whereas Merry exuded confidence and mischief, Felicity had an air of power, intimidation, and intellect. Still, when she looked at me, that seemed to shift. There was a softness in her eyes, a tenderness in her voice. The domineering presence was still there, but it was… different. “What are we going to do with you, little doe? You have seen us now, and we can’t have that—”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone! I swear!”
“Mhmm, I have somethingfarmore fun in mind.”
