19 Rink Rat

**Grayson's POV**

I pressed my lips against hers.

I tried to do as the doctor told me to be gentler with Quinn. That's why for the first time I kissed her while we're having sex.

I guess it surprised Quinn because she rounded her eyes and then her body twitched as I played my hand inside hers.

I not only wanted to have sex with Quinn, but I also wanted to cool my head.

This morning during the pre-game interview, I met the captain of Sharks Predator, a beta werewolf. What was supposed to be an interview to gather insight and perspective on the game, almost became a battle between me and the damn captain.

The problem was that the beta asshole told me that I was just a kid who took advantage of my parents' privilege and that I was a total loser on the rink. Oh one more thing, he said I was lucky to be strong because I am a werewolf.

Son of a bitch!

I trained very hard since childhood, going through all the stages to become the ice hockey player I am now. I even chose this sport over the family business. And I always scored the highest during my time with the national team.

About privilege, well I don't deny that thanks to my parents' name and their wealth, I was able to undergo all the training that shaped me into the center and captain of my team today.

And about me being a werewolf, that's fucking fate! Goddamn it!

My anger this morning was provoked to the point I almost hit him. Luckily my teammates and the coach pulled me away before I broke that beta's fucking nose. Yet if we'd met outside the rink, I'm sure he'd be begging me for mercy.

Because of the chaos, I wanted to cool down my body and mind.

However, though I showered with ice water, it didn't work.

Instead, I thought of Quinn and our moment together. Back before our first sex, my anger also boiled over because of the whore who couldn't do her job. But after Quinn came and took her place, I felt much calmer and my mind was clear again.

That's why I wanted Quinn to come to me. But if I just asked her to come after telling her to rest, she would definitely ask questions.

So I pretended to be injured and had the coach call Quinn for treatment to make it seem more real.

It worked out well to bring Quinn to me right before the game started. Now my mind was much cooler even though my body felt super hot from contact with her body.

The touch of our skin was like sending a small electric current that felt stinging but addictive. Especially with the coach's warning asking me to get out quickly, I became even more excited and thrust mine deeper.

Unable to make a sound or the people out there would know, I kissed Quinn passionately. I didn't let her plump lips go to waste.

Fuck! This was really good.

Pre-game sex was much more exciting and I liked that.

But, why did Quinn have tears in her eyes?

I think I've been more gentle like she asked. I also kissed her and helped her get her pussy wet with my hands before the second round. But why is she still sad?

Now she even shuts her mouth.

"Open your mouth," I ordered in a hoarse voice.

I can't stand to wait. So I pressed down her lower lip with my thumb to open it. Then I inserted my tongue to explore her mouth.

What the heck! I found that kissing while having sex made me more horny than ever.

I think I'm going to cum right now. For the second time.

Ah fuck!

"Eung... ah Grayson... uh enough... you're gonna be late."

I quickly pulled mine out after releasing all my load inside Quinn.

By the way, I never used a condom from the first time with Quinn, and only with her because she was my fated eye. That's because I didn't want my joy blocked by that elastic thing. I also made it clear in the duplicate contract Quinn had signed.

Quinn was about to put her pants back on, but I quickly stopped her hand.

No, it's not over yet. There was still one more thing I hadn't done.

I have yet to make Quinn orgasm.

So all I do now is insert my two hands again and move them fast, faster than before.

My eyes didn't move from her face either as she started to feel the pleasure. I love Quinn's expression when she's getting horny. Her head is up and sweat is pouring down her neck.

Fuck so sexy!

"Grayson... I think I'm gonna... bust out."

"Yeah, just let it out. Bring the whole fucking load out, Quinn."

I moved my hand more and more vigorously until finally a few moments later Quinn succeeded in squirting it all out.

Her body relaxed instantly and I caught her to keep her from falling to the floor. Then I quickly put on her pants and laid her down on the chair.

I gently brush her messy hair. "Next time don't hold back your voice. I like to hear it."

***

Shit! Bloody hell!

That beta seemed like he was just trying to get in trouble with me!

He deliberately slingshot me when I'd already passed the puck to another player. Obviously he did it for no other reason than he wanted to disrupt my concentration.

But I tried to restrain myself more this time.

I didn't want Quinn's efforts to come here to be in vain.

So I stood up quickly and received the puck again from my team's right wing instead of engaging the attention-seeking beta.

I do stickhandling until in the right time I intend to do a slap shot. I mean the puck to hit the board, really. And I'm not meaning it to score. I just want to hear the good sounds that it made to vent my anger. But unexpectedly, the puck made its way into the net directly.

And that was the final score to end the game.

My team won and I scored the most again.

All the players on my team ran and jumped on me.

"Let him swallow his own spit, you fucking Beta!"

"You handled yourself well, Grayson!"

"We beat those bighead guys!"

And there were many more shouts from them that I ignored when I saw Quinn standing stunned on the sidelines. She's blocked by players and staff, but I get a glimpse of her smiling.