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T his is the first time that I haven't met up with Leera at the game. I'm getting to see her whole process of getting ready for the game. She lays all her clothes out on the bed before she goes to take a shower and whatever-the-fuck women spend forever doing in the bathroom.

She's trying to kill me. She has to be. She laid out satin black panties, with a matching bra. Then she's got those skintight pants that look like black leather. For her tops, she has a black t-shirt, a black hoodie, and the jersey that I got her.

She comes out with just a towel on, and what little bit of motivation I may have had to put myself together has been obliterated.

“Will I be able to get dressed with you in the room, or should I take my clothes into the bathroom?” she scolds lovingly with her hands on her hips as she smiles.

I rise from where I am sitting and slowly walk towards her, watching as the blush begins to spread. Just as it hits the tip of her nose, the scent of her arousal reaches me.

Dragging a finger across her exposed collarbone, I growl, “Why don't you let me help?”

I flick the towel, and it falls to the ground, leaving my perfect little mate standing bare before me.

“I should make sure you're good and relaxed before the game, so you can truly enjoy it,” I say softly as I lean in to take a lungful of her scent.

“H-how would you do that?” she asks as her chest begins to rise and fall more quickly.

Fuck, I love this woman.

“Well, first, I would walk you over to the wall for support,” I explain before kissing her behind the ear and slowly moving her towards the wall.

She nods and nearly whimpers.

“Then I would sink to my knees to worship you.”

Her eyes widen with lust and surprise as I lower myself to the floor and gently take one of her legs and place it on my shoulder.

“Roman,” she breathes, already panting with need.

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“W-we don't have t-time for this,” she stutters.

“This isn't about me. This is about you. I don't need to relax, I need to get the blood flowing. This will be the best pre-game warm up I've ever had.”

Instead of another response, she gasps as I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh moving higher towards her sweet, wet center.

The scent of her alone causes my eyes to roll back in my head as I growl.

I tease her clit with my finger for a moment, and her head falls back against the wall. When I pull my finger away from her, a whimper escapes, and she looks at me as though I've betrayed her.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I'm not done with you. We're just getting started.” I smile as I lean into her body.

This time I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, and when I reach the top, I say, “Look at me, baby; I want to watch the pleasure consume you.” And with that, I close the final distance between my mouth and her sweet pussy, and her eyes enlarge even farther.

My cock is already straining against my shorts, but the moment my tongue touches her core, I'm a millisecond from blowing my load. She mewls as my tongue works her sensitive skin. Her knees become weak, and I worry that she'll fall. Without breaking contact from pleasuring my treasure, I slide her other thigh over my shoulder, place both of my hands on her lower back, and rise to my feet. She squeals, then moans as I walk her over to the bed.

I slowly lower her onto the plush bedding, and she grips my hair to hang on. I can feel the cum leaking out of my dick. If she does that again, it'll be over for me.

As soon as I lay her down and she wriggles into the bedding to get comfortable, I amp up the intensity by slowly sliding one finger into her tight pussy while I continue to devour her clit.

She somehow simultaneously melts into my touch while her body begins to coil tighter.

“Oh m-my god...Roman!” she cries as her climax consumes her. Her body clenching around my finger, spilling onto my tongue, and that does me in as I follow her over the cliff.

I lift myself from between her legs and roll over onto my side next to her. “Are you okay?” I ask as I brush her damp hair from her face.

“Are you kidding me? I'm still floating somewhere in the stratosphere.” She sighs and giggles.

Taking her hand in mine and kissing her knuckles, I say, “Then my job here is done.”

She swats at me and giggles again. I rise from the bed and go to the bathroom to get her a warm rag to clean up, so she can finish getting ready.

I retake my seat in the corner of the room, just watching her in awe of her existence. Once she's gotten all her layers and make-up on, she arranges her hair into one of those messy disasters on top of her head, then adds that weird maroon glitter hair gel she bought to wear to games.

She comes out of the bathroom yet again, and her eyebrows scrunch together for a moment before she asks, “Aren't you gonna get ready?”

“Of course, Sunshine, give me ten minutes.”

I lean in to kiss her on the forehead on my way to the bathroom. I took a shower this morning before Leera woke, so I just need to throw some water and a little gel in my hair and put on the suit I brought with me for game day.

The pants are black straight legs and stop just at the ankle. I add a plain white button up, leaving the top couple of buttons undone, with a black, two-button jacket over the top. Then I finish off the look with some white Alexander McQueen low-top sneakers.

When we get to the arena and I have to leave Leera with Khaos, it's a strange feeling. To trust the man who hates me with the thing I love the most in this world.

She's got her normal seat right behind our bench so that I can keep her close. When the pregame show begins, I decide that our little show at the last one made me a better hockey player. When my name is called over the loudspeakers, instead of making my lap around the ice, I go straight to my little miracle and place one hand against the glass and the other against my heart.

The smile on her face warms my once empty soul, and when I turn to Khaos, expecting a snarl or an eye roll, he's looking at her with a similar adoration. I may have been without my mate, but I think his little sister meant more to him than I ever truly understood.