Nfl Rush Zone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My ribs flare instantly, sharp enough to blur my vision, but I hold it down. The driver’s door opens. I don’t need to see. The moment those headlights didn’t waver—I already knew how this ends. It was HER race in the rain. Nyra.

"Ah hah! Now, this is going to hurt for a moment." His jaw dropped open to protest, but I didn't let him get a word out as I extended my claw and sliced through the already-healed muscle. He let out a growl, his hands gripping the table and splitting the wood as I used my nails like tweezers and pulled out the foreign object. The crimson-coated fang glinted in the light, and I praised it for having the ability to distract me for so long. 'They have taken zone 1. We have been pushed back to 2.'

She tumbled to the ground, wincing as her elbow scraped against the pavement. Not wasting a moment, the man attempted to flee the scene, only to be intercepted by Nash's intervention. With a burst of speed, Nash soared through the air, delivering a powerful kick that sent the would-be escapee sprawling. The sudden turn of events left Nash with a mix of adrenaline and concern.

I whisper, “I won’t just kill you. I’ll bankrupt every person you’ve ever loved before I do. Stay in your lane, soldier.” I follow Zli out into the afternoon bustle of the Upper East Side. The sidewalk is a sea of coats and briefcases, the typical New York rush providing a temporary veil. I catch up to him, grabbing his elbow to slow him down. “Easy, Ledger. You’re going to get a speeding ticket on foot.” He gives me a look that is three parts fury and one part reluctant amusement. I can see him fighting the urge to let the anger go. I dart in front of him, walking backward through the crowd, trying to catch his eye.

And Zane knows it. His aggravatingly soft lips stretch into a smug smile. When my cheeks feel like they have turned into lava, he finally talks. "Don't overthink this scenario, Shirley. It won't make it easier." With that, he strides away from me into the shower, and my eyes stay glued to his perfect ass. Football players all seem to have impressive gluteus maximus, and Zane is no different. I want to spank it, and that wish motivates me to take off my clothes with lightning speed. The self-consciousness is gone, but I'm in such a hurry that I slip straight into Zane when I open the glass door.

"We're almost there." Lucy pushed her hand back into her pussy, slipping all four fingers inside and stroking herself as rapidly as she could. "Yes," she hissed, "I am. Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!" Her body shook, held down by the seatbelt. Slowly she relaxed enough to pull down her dress as Cherry turned the car into the car park of what appeared to be a small, private club.

I felt Max pushing forward, wanting to take over and run knowing his Alpha was chasing us. I ignore the crazy looks we get as we both race past his pack members. I almost laugh as I watch them jump out of our way as we race up the stairs then down the hall. I thought for sure it was over as I saw Zane backing out of his room. Thank goodness he quickly moved out of my way before I crashed into him. There's no way I would have been able to stop. I look at him briefly as I run past. He looks at me then smirks and I slow down slightly, a bit confused.

This was the kind of running where your body knows before your brain does that something irreversible is about to happen, and the only variable left is whether you get there in time. Zane was ahead of me, faster, alpha speed carrying him around the corner of the east corridor in a blur. I pushed harder. My lungs burned. The bond stretched between us like a cord pulled to its limit, and through it I felt the same thing I felt in my own chest, a cold, electric dread that tasted like being too late. We hit the medical wing doors together.

The taste of rust filled my mouth on the impact but I paid no heed to it, intent on returning the favour twice as hard. As if time slowed, I felt the impact of Rush’s connecting fist to my right cheek the moment mine made contact with his jaw. The light in his violet eyes told me he was at his limits too and as time unfroze, we flew to different ends of the room, crashing into the wall and laying there unmoving. Every muscle in my body ached and every movement hurt, including the simple act of respiration. Rush was close to unconsciousness but held onto the last remains of consciousness with his will.

Nathan hissed into his ear. He drove into Zack in one heavy, punishing thrust. Zack’s eyes blew wide, his fingers clawing at the sheets as his body stretched to accommodate the thick, unyielding length of him. It was raw. It was the messy reality of two people who were supposed to be business partners but had accidentally become a tragedy. Nathan pounded into him, each stroke a brutal reminder of the clock ticking down.