Chapter 3

ELI

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The moment he swung his shirt over his head, every thought of running away abandoned me.

The world narrowed to his body—his broad chest, toned abdomen, and the sharp V of his torso, the veins cutting into his trousers.

I shouldn’t be staring, but I couldn't look away.

I swallowed once. Twice.

But my throat was so dry it hurt.

How was this even real?

Were all hockey players ripped like this?

Zane leaned down, his lips locking with mine, and heat rolled off my skin. He dragged his lips across my jaw, then my throat, circling my Adam’s apple with his tongue as if marking me.

A moan slipped out of it before I could stop it. Never in a million years did I think I’d respond to him like this.

I shouldn’t enjoy it, I told myself. Enjoying would mean betraying John.

But my body didn’t seem to care.

Zane kept inching down, planting feather-light kisses, down my neck, down my collarbone.

Reaching my chest, he paused, his breath hot against my skin. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over my nipples.

My muscles twitched violently. How could he make me feel this way?

“Does it feel good?” Zane asked, flicking and twirling his tongue around my bud. 

“Shut up and—” I tried to speak, but every word melted into gibberish as he clamped his lips around my nipples.

He nursed on my buds, so lustfully, it made me bite my lower lip and suck in a sharp breath. He alternated between both nipples, sucking, biting, teasing them until they reddened.

Every spark made my chest tighten with guilt and want.

Zane’s lip traveled further down. My muscles twitched beneath his kiss, my breath shaking in my lungs.

“Relax, you’re shaking.”

I nearly choked.

His lips quirked, his tips of ears turning red.“Who knew the assistant Captain was this sensitive?”  

 I bit back a moan. “Just put it in.”

“I read somewhere that if I didn’t loosen you up, it might hurt you,” he said.

Zane lowered his lips, every inch he touched sparked, my body burning hotter by the moment.

When I realized where he was heading, my heart lurched. My hand shot out, grabbing his hair, snapping his head back. “What’re you doing?”

Zane’s gaze glinted with amusement, like I was the naive one here. “You don’t like it?”

“Tops don’t usually give the bottom head,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

Zane’s brown knitted like I had told him the sun was blue. “And who told you that?”

I turned away. I couldn’t bring myself to mention it's John. Wouldn’t it feel weird that my sex partner was pimping me out?

Zane rolled his eyes. “I’m new to this so I don’t know the rules, but I don’t play by rules, I didn’t set.”

He wrapped his fist over my erection, and then he swiped his tongue around the tip of my cock.

It shouldn’t feel good. I should hate it.  And yet, heat flared up my spine, my back arching.

Zane began, flattening his tongue at my base and dragging it up. He’d pause at my frenulum and tease with his tongue. Then he clamped his lips around my cock, and began bobbing his head.

Fuck it felt so good. The warmth of his mouth, the wetness, the way it wrapped around my length.

Was this how John felt when I did this for him? 

John. My chest tightened. But the guilt vanished the moment Zane took me deeper into him, his throat clenching around my dick. And I didn’t bother reaching for it.

The heat punched through me, knocking air out of my lungs.

In the midst of pleasure,  Zane pulled away. He came up, bringing his fingers to my mouth.

“Suck on it”

Too obediently, like he was my Captain, I took his two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, drenching them with my saliva.

Zane returned, his mouth back on my member. As he nursed it, he slipped his wet finger into my ass. His fingers danced around my inside until he felt my prostate. 

Zane pressed on it, before thrusting in and out of me. I couldn’t stop the current that jolted through me.  My body writhed on the bed, my toes curling. 

His breath grew deeper, like he was aching for the sex as much as I did. He pulled away, slipped out of his clothes, and put on a condom.

He leaned over me, and my body ached to feel his skin against mine.

“Part your legs for me.” Zane’s gaze turned dark.

Even though he wasn’t John, I obeyed.

He nosed his tip at my entrance, and with one stroke, he plunged his thick cock inside me.

Everything shifted. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That the Captain of the hockey team, whom I had quarreled with was between my thighs, was inside me.

Shame coiled in my stomach, but when he slammed his cock again into me, his length pressing against my prostate, fire exploded in my veins, shame and logic burning all together.

My insides stretched, a pleasurable pain revved in my abdomen. My cock pulsed, spilling precum.

“Fuck,” he rasped into my ears. “So tight.”

Zane began moving.

Every stroke felt so good, stealing my breath. Sex with John was nice, but this…this was different. Maybe it was how he kept kissing me, licking every inch of me.  

His pheromones slammed into me, sharpening my senses, every flicker of pleasure. But I kept mine buried. He couldn’t know I was an omega.

“Stay still…yeah just like that.” he hummed, his voice dropping an octave lower. 

Zane flipped me over, my body locked. My stomach twisted, as I thought he didn’t want to see my face—just like John. 

But before bitter feelings could swallow me, Zain's mouth was at the back of my neck, kissing.

“Raise your hips,” he purred again.

His voice undid something in me, and I lifted my ass.

Zane pulled his dick until only his tip was close to my entrance and then he rammed his full length into me.

My eyes rolled to the back, black dots filling my vision.

I moaned, so loud, so guttural that even I was shocked. I couldn’t believe I was whimpering for him, I was shooting my ass back receiving every thrust. 

Zane smirked, noticing the twitch of my hips beneath him. “Cute, I almost believed you hated me,” he murmured, low and teasing.

“I still do.”

“Then why are you clenching around me so hard…almost like you don’t want me to pull out.”

“Shut the hell up.” My face burned.

He slipped a hand beneath my chin and tilted my head towards him, inviting me for another kiss.

Our tongues blended in my mouth, his cock still pounding me mercilessly.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this; the thought came again. Yet when his body pressed into me, I shivered.

The loud smack of our pelvis colliding filled the room, melding with our moans.

He kept fucking me at a fast and brutal pace, kept kissing, kept dominating my body and feeding a hunger I didn’t know existed. 

His cock pulsed inside me, so warm, like there was no barrier between us.

I felt like I was about to die from pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my fingers clawing at the bed.

Zane flipped me over like he wanted to see my face. 

My insides clenched around him. Pleasure tugged at every muscle, my cock throbbed violently and threads of sperm jetted out.

When he was about to cum, something broke on his face. Not that cold neutrality or angry stare I’d usually seen on his face.

His face, ruined, flushed.  Cheeks, ears—all burning red.

My heart fluttered. It felt rewarding in a way I couldn’t describe.

Zain’s breath hitched, and a deep groan tore from him. 

The moment he came, I felt it, his sperm flooding my insides. Too hot, too warm, too wrong to be in a condom.

My eyes flew wide open. “Pull out.” The words snapped out of my throat. “ Zane fucking pulls out. The condom, I think it’s broken.”

 Zane froze, and then quickly pulled out. “Shit,” he hissed, hands flying to check.

The air shifted, too cold for something that was burning hot seconds ago.

Something dark washed over his face for a moment, his eyes turned cold as they sliced to me. “You’re a Beta right? You can’t get pregnant?”

My inside crumpled. “That’s not why I panicked.” My throat tightened. “I already have a sex partner.”

Of course, I was sure I couldn’t get pregnant. Due to hormonal issues, I was incapable.

Zane exhaled. He would rather deal with anything than pregnancy.

I understood the fear, even John had it.

The tension thawed as he got up from the bed. “Let me get you something to drink?” Zane got up and left the room.

I couldn’t tell if he really cared about me being thirsty or if he was just running.

I let my body sink into the mattress, the lingering sweetness of his sex, and a heavy swirl of guilt coiling in my chest. My muscles twitched from Zane’s touch. And my thoughts were still messy as they kept drifting to John, and what his reaction would be.

I rolled onto my side and fumbled for my phone in my trousers. I had to tell John I was done.

Unlocking my phone a message from my roommate popped up.

Louis: Come home. Your father sent a letter.

My heart somersaulted. The dragging warmth and guilt all disappeared. 

Three years of nothing, and now he has sent me a letter.

Why now? Unless…my breath hitched. Is he out?

A sour taste climbed my throat, and I thought I was going to throw up.