Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

ELENNA

"I keep thinking about that meme." Aidan placed his hand on my lower back and led me into his office. "Something about the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit. These guys know their shit, but they keep being caught up thinking they’re shit." He closed the door behind us.

"Losing will do that to people." I turned to face him and pressed my palms lightly against his chest. "Plus you just offered to let me kill half of them."

"They don’t know that." He gripped my wrists tight enough to add to the already faint bruising.

"They can probably guess. You were practically shooting lasers out your eyes at them." I cocked my head at him.

"Is this where you tell me I should be gentle with them?" His grip tightened. "That I should take them out for pizza and beer? Be their friend. Praise them when their stick actually connects with the puck? Maybe I should hand out chocolate every time they do the right thing."

"Lollipops," I corrected. "If you give anyone chocolate, it’s me."

He barked a laugh. "You’re right, I know better than to give away your chocolate. You’d have me skinned, tanned and made into a glove."

"We are talking about chocolate here," I said. "But I’d never tell you how to do your job. We know all you want is for them to start winning. And they will. They’ll turn this season around and come out on top."

"They better," he growled.

His tone sent blood straight to my clit, like it always did since the day we met.

I’d come to watch Ike practice. My brother was new to the team, but enthusiastic. Watching the grin on his face the first time he stepped out on the ice was seared into my brain. I should have taken a photo of his joy, but I was quickly distracted.

The moment I heard Aidan yell at the players, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. An hour later, while the guys showered, he fucked me up against his office door.

We hadn’t kept our hands off each other since.

"I always get you going don’t I, Elenna?" His voice turned to a harsh purr, like an angry cat. He held my wrists in one hand and pulled me closer to him. With the other hand he gripped my hair and dragged my lips to his. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." Our mouths barely touched. We swallowed each other’s breaths. I wanted to taste him, but he’d hold me like this until he was ready.

"Me," he agreed. "You know what it does to me when I see you talking to Fin?" He tangled his fingers tighter. "It turns me on. I see the way he looks at you. He undresses you with his eyes. He wants to fuck you so badly."

"I know he does," I whispered. Finley hadn’t come out and said as much, he didn’t need to. The looks he gave me spoke every word that didn’t come out of his mouth.

"Do you know what I’d do if it was one of the guys on the team? I’d hand him over to Ice Miller to have fun with. You know he likes to see how long he can keep someone alive while he peels off their skin bit by bit."

I shivered, but my panties were drenched. Aidan would do exactly what he said, without hesitating and that was hotter than hell. He was a possessive, obsessive alphahole, but he was my possessive, obsessive alphahole.

Finley was the perfect counterweight. The eye of Aidan and my storm. The one who dared to call out Aidan when he was being too arrogant or hardheaded.

Okay, yes, I did too, but it always ended up with us fucking. When Finley did it, Aidan listened and sometimes changed his methods. Not enough to give Finley credit, but a little.

"What do you want to do with Fin?" He let my wrists go and started to unbutton my blouse. He worked the last one loose and I let it slide down off my arms onto the floor. He tugged down the front of my bra and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want him to touch you like this?"

I was already trembling with need. "Do you want me to let him?"

He pinched harder. Tears sprang to my eyes. If I was any wetter, my juices would be trickling down the inside of my legs.

"I asked what you want," he insisted. "Tell me. Tell me, Elenna."

How the fuck did I respond to that? The last thing I wanted was Aidan furious with me or Finley. But I knew Aidan, he wouldn’t set me up like this. He had an unnerving way of knowing what I needed before I did. And making sure I got it.

"I want him to touch me like this," I said in a rush. "I want to feel his hands on me. I want him to fuck me."

Aidan undid the front of my jeans and shoved them down before spinning me around and leaning over the top of his desk.

I barely had time to kick them off before he tugged my panties to one side and drove a couple of fingers straight into my dripping wet pussy.

"I want you to go out with him," he said as he thrust his fingers in hard, over and over. "I want you to fuck each other, then I want you to come home and tell me every detail. Both of you. Can you do that for me, Elenna?"

I groaned. "Yes. Yes I can." The thought of him sitting at home waiting for Finley and I to return, knowing Finley would slam his cock into my pussy, that he’d touch me all over… My pussy throbbed desperately.

"I know you can," Aidan said. "Finley has wanted you almost as long as I have. I want to know he’s fucking you." He finger-fucked me harder. "I want to know he’s fucking my wife."

At the last word, I came, my face pressed against the worn timber of the desk. I screamed Aidan’s name so loud they probably heard me all through the arena.

I was barely down when Aidan slid his fingers out, undid his pants and spread my legs wider. Before I could catch my breath, he slammed his cock into me.

I cried out with the suddenness of his penetration. It quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. He could pound into me with everything he had and I’d love every moment of it. The harder, the more painful, the better. I wanted every centimetre of him, thoroughly wrecking me. I wanted to feel him inside me for a week.

With one hand still tangled in my hair, and the other digging into my hip, he set a slow pace of deep, hard thrusts into my body.

"Fuck, you always feel so incredible, so tight. So mine. Fin is going to love fucking this pussy as much as I do." He slid his hand underneath me, over my stomach to grip my breast. He squeezed it hard. "I want to see the bruises he’s left on your skin. I’ll be sure to leave plenty for him to see."

I moaned. "Yes. Please…" Bruises from both of them— The thought drove me wild. Between that and Aidan’s thrusting, I was close to coming again. "Just like that. Don’t stop, Aidan, please."

He twisted my breast until I cried out. I blinked away tears of pain and bliss, and rocked my hips back onto his cock, pushing us both to the brink.

"Fuck, Elenna, yes, yes, yes." He ground himself against me hard as we both came. He pressed my head down into the desk, squashing his hand between that and my chest.

He pushed me down so hard I could barely breathe. My vision started to blur, but my orgasm was like the shattering of a thousand universes, and the birth of ten thousand more. Every nerve in my body was singing and tingling, on and on and on until it finally, gradually ebbed away.

He slumped down over me, releasing his grip and letting me breathe again. "Woman, you are…fucking everything," he said breathlessly. "Maybe if the whole team fucked you, we’d start winning."

I laughed from the back of my throat while still trying to catch my breath. "I don’t think you’d tolerate sharing me with the whole team."

His laughter was a vibration against my back. "Maybe not the whole team. Just the ones we agree on."

He slid out of me and pulled me up straight by my hair. "I love seeing you like this. Face pink, hair a mess, my cum dripping down the inside of your thighs."

"And Fin’s?" I looked him straight in the eyes. The heat of the moment was one thing. Whether he meant what he said was another. Aidan didn’t play games, but he was the king of dirty talk. I loved that about him. He could turn me on with words as well as actions. Those two things combined and I was helpless to resist him.

"And his." He pressed his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up. He straightened my bra and leaned over to scoop up my jeans and blouse. "I wasn’t joking. I’ll make sure he understands that too. The only boundary of what he does to you is up to you. As long as you don’t forget who you belong to."

His gaze bored into mine, as though he wanted to sear his words deep into my brain. He didn’t need to, he’d all but tattooed my soul the day we met.

I stepped into my jeans and pulled them up over my hips. "How could I forget that?" I did them up and shrugged into my blouse. "I’ll always be yours. No matter what happens."

"And I’ll always be yours, but I want you to go out and explore and enjoy life. The attraction you and Fin have for each other… I’m not threatened by it. It doesn’t diminish what we have and it never will. If anything, this should enhance what we have. I know I’ll be in the back of your mind the entire time." He looked smug, but he wasn’t wrong.

"You will, but," I started to do up the buttons on my blouse, "does this mean you intend to go out and fuck other women?" If I was going to kill anyone, it would be any woman who touched him. And Finley too, as irrational as that was. He owed me nothing, not yet.

Aidan cupped my cheeks. "Nothing could entice me to touch another woman. I’m not even tempted. Why would I be when I have you?" He scowled. "You’re not going to ask me to go out and?—"

"No," I said quickly, firmly. "Never."

"Good." He kissed my forehead. "Now, go out and make a date with Finley. Then I’m going to take you home so you can suck my cock."