Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

ELI . . I shouldn’t have come in. And I knew that the second I stepped into the locker room. Practice had gone wrong from the start. My limbs felt too heavy, my stomach twisting. I’d pushed through half the length of the pool before giving up and asking the coach to leave early. I waited though. Long enough for the hockey player to clear out. Long enough for me to be sure they had begun training. So I was certain I wasn’t going to see anyone there. But there was Zane. Sitting on a bench. His jersey was still on, his shoulder pads still strapped on. His head was tipped back for a second, chest heaving with each breath. Hair disheveled. My heart lurched at the sight, something like flutters crawling up the walls of my stomach. But then I remembered that I had ignored him yesterday, my body locked. I thought about backing out, running like I didn’t see him But that wouldn’t work. Not when I would still have to see him again. “Hey,” I said softly, stepping close

ELI . . My hands were free, but the blindfold remained, darkness swallowing me whole. Zane’s fingers were on my hips, holding me in place as he rammed his cock inside me. “Ahhh,” I grunted, pleasure simmering beneath my skin “You like that?” Zane muttered to me. “Yes, captain,” I moaned out. It’s been three days since that night. And all Zane and I had done was fuck. Zane leaned forward. Sticking his tongue out, he traced it around my areola before dragging it over my bud. It felt so good—having his cock slide in and out of me, his mouth nursing on my buds. Another moan slipped out of my mouth. Bold. Nowadays I no longer cared, no longer tried to stifle my moans, no longer tried to stop my body from reacting. My hand slithered to the back of his head, my fingers tangling with his hair strands. I pressed his head deeper into my chest, and a groan bubbled out of him. “Raise your hips,” Zane said, his rasping voice brushing my ears. I lifted my hips, and Zan

ELI . . The park had a way of making everything feel lighter and heavier all at once. And a new park intensified the feelings for me. The park was full, children running around, laughter and murmurs spilling into the air. John and I moved around trying different things. First, the roller coaster, my stomach froze when we were high up there. Although my skin felt like it was going to melt from the speed, I liked it. We tried the haunted house next. Loud cries filled the space, but I really didn’t find it scary. They should’ve hired my father, he would have done a better job. When I was tired, I settled at a bench beneath one of the shades. John later returned holding two cups of milkshakes. Everything was going beautifully, and I had almost forgotten about Zane until I took a sip from the milkshake. The thought sparked immediately. Zane would love t…. I caught myself immediately, and my body stiffened. Swallowing, I tried to bury the thought of Zane at the back

ZANE . . I didn’t think I’d be able to reach him. For a second, I was already calculating the fall, the angle, the impact, and how bad it’s going to be. Then somehow, I caught him. My hand hooked around his waist too fast, the other wrapping around the rail. It wasn’t a clean catch, but it was better than him falling. A sharp wince escaped him. He hadn’t fallen. Why did his face writhen like he was in pain? “Oh bloody fuck,” he cursed, bouncing on his right leg, grabbing my shirt to steady himself. My gaze dropped down. “Did you hurt your leg?” I asked. He hung his left leg in the air. “Isn’t it obvious genius,” he hissed, “fuck shit.” “Can you move?” I asked. Eli shot me a sharp look. “Yeah, if you carry me, I’ll be able to move just fine.” A soft smile formed on my face, like this situation wasn’t serious, like we weren’t about to tear each other apart minutes ago. I scooped him into my arms. His face was still tight. “Just tell everyone you’re fu

ELI . . John and I arrived at the room first. We pushed the door open, and the musky scent sprinted into my nostrils, punching my lungs. The room was smaller than I expected. Two bunks stood beside each other, swallowing up more than half the space. A table and chair tucked in another corner of the room. It wasn't that cramped, but it was tight enough to feel like this was going to be hell. For me, at least. I dropped my luggage beside the bunk that wasn't near the broken window. John didn't hesitate. “This one’s fine enough.” “Yeah,” I muttered, even though the space made my skin tight. Behind us, footsteps drew closer, and then Nathan’s voice cut through the silence. “You can’t take that one,” he said, his voice grating on my ears more than it should. “Why not?” I glanced over my shoulder, and my voice came out rough. Nathan sashayed in, swaying hips in a manner that would seem provocative to any Alpha. He gestured casually to the other bunk–the one closer to the win