All Chapters of Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AsaKirill has been gone for less than twenty-four hours and I already feel like I should have stopped him. But say what exactly? What even are we? Ever since I kissed him, that was the end of it. We never brought it up again. Even when leaving, he just looked at me then left.I sigh, looking out the window as Sam drives me to my parents' place from the hospital for my clearance to play again. So back to school it is. Yay. Hope the sarcasm is clear.Anyways, I try not to think about that. But if I don't, I end up thinking about him, which is also a no-no zone. I let out a breath. The dull throb in my abdomen makes the back of my eyes burn with tears I refuse to shed. But my hand instinctively moves to my stomach anyway, and the pain in my chest only intensifies.No. I won't cry again. But the tears fall either way. So I bite my lip hard, hoping they'll stop.Sam clears his throat, moving uncomfortably in his seat. "Hey. It's okay." He sounds like he's never comforted a person in his l

Kirill Asa doesn't waste time. The moment Sam closes the door, he pushes me back and I land with a thud on the couch. Then he's reaching for me, kissing me again as if he doesn't want to wait a second without his skin touching mine. And I'm not complaining. When Ilya asked me a few months back if I'd ever been in love or ever would be my answer had been a simple no. I hadn't even thought about it before answering, because I'd never seen myself as one of those people who would love one person enough for it to destroy even the most powerful of men. But I guess I was fucking mistake. Because I now know if he asked me again, I'd still answer without hesitation. Just that the answer would be different. Because if this man in front of me told me he didn't like it here anymore, this city would wake up in flames. Hell, I'd carve my heart out of my own chest and give it to him if he so much as asked. He bites my lip, pulling back with a pout. "What are you thinking about?" Fuck, he loo

Asa I wake up to someone breathing down my neck. And the first thing I notice is the pain radiating through my body. Last night's memories come crushing back, and a smile makes its way onto my lips. I don't even remember when I fell asleep. All I remember is that I thought my heart would burst from happiness. Bright light is coming from the windows, and I move to check the time, only to find it's already past eight. Fuck. I'm going to be late. I try to move and realize Kirill is still inside me. The huge arm wrapped around my waist makes it impossible to move. "Kirill," I try, but he just grumbles and pulls me even closer to him. "Kirill," I try again, wiggling so I can free myself. And I immediately regret it when I feel him growing even bigger, making me let out an embarrassing whimper. My hips move on their own, pushing back on him until I'm letting out full moans. I try to bite my lip, but the sounds escape anyway, until I feel Kirill's hips moving with mine. I tu

Asa Kirill exhales and runs a hand over his face. "Baby, I need you to understand something. Learning to shoot isn't going to make you invincible. You can know how to handle a gun and still find yourself in a dangerous situation. I don't want you walking away from a lesson thinking you can take on anyone who comes after you." "I'm not stupid." "I know you're not." "Then stop talking to me like I am." His jaw tightens, but he doesn't raise his voice. "I'm trying to keep you alive, Asa." "And I'm trying to learn how to keep myself alive!" The words come out louder than I intended, and silence settles between us. I take a breath, forcing myself to calm down. "I'm tired, Kirill." His expression softens. "Then we can do this tomorrow." "No." I shake my head. "I'm tired of being the person everyone has to protect. I'm tired of people looking at me like I'm going to break if they breathe too hard around me. And I'm tired of knowing that if someone comes after me, all I can do is run

Kirill Asa is gone by the time I wake up, and somehow, that doesn't sit right with me. I don't like it. At all. And for more than one reason. The first is that I didn't get to see his face before he left. The second is that I slept through him getting ready and leaving the apartment. I've always taken pride in the fact that nothing gets past me. My father taught me never to overlook even the tiniest details. He might have been a huge asshole, but at least he taught his children how to protect themselves. So sleep has always been about resting my eyes, not falling into some deep pool of sweet dreams and shit like that. The tiniest sound would have woken me before. But somehow, when Asa sleeps beside me, none of that matters because I sometimes find myself falling into a deep slumber and dreaming about children with his beautiful eyes and cute dimples running around. And that's fine. Actually, it's more than fine. But with some psycho after him, it's not safe. I'd much prefer to hav