64. Kassian

Chapter sixty-four

Kassian

Thursday, January 11, 2024

Little Viper

Mind if I stop over before your game and leave some clothes? I got out of work a little early today so I should be able to make it over in time.

No problem, but you could always just forgo clothing entirely…

Little Viper

Ha ha.

Little Viper

I'll be there in twenty.

Can't wait.

I haven't been home in almost two weeks, and I'm thanking my past self for deciding to clean up the place before the long trip away. Otherwise, I'd be running around like a madman trying to get it in order before Aiyana gets here.

God, I've missed her.

I don't know what the hell I'll do if she ever decides to completely cut me loose. Shaking the thought out of my head, I make myself busy for the next nineteen minutes, making tea and folding laundry.

***

I hear a light knock on my door and slide across the floor in my socks, nearly using the door to stop my body from barreling through it. Righting myself, I run my clammy hands down my torso, smoothing my shirt and trying to act calm before opening the door. Even after all this time, she still has me acting like a crazed teen with a crush.

Gripping the door handle, I twist and open it. A whoosh leaves my lungs when I see her, relief flooding my system, and in an instant, my body feels like it's on fire.

She's wearing my jersey.

She gives me a sly smile, placing a hand on her hip before popping it out. "You gonna let me in or what?" Her brow is raised in question, but her tone is teasing.

I roll my eyes at her, feigning annoyance as I open the door wide for her to pass through. "Don't be a brat," I tell her, and when she passes me, I let the door slam shut as I swat her ass.

She whips around to face me, mouth popped open in surprise and eyes alight.

"Me? I'm not a brat!" she tells me adamantly, but her tone tells me she knows damn well that she's a fucking tyrant. 1

I ignore her words, grabbing the bag she's got slung over her shoulder. I don't expect the weight of it, but I carry it easily up the stairs with her trailing behind me. "What the hell do you have in here? It weighs half as much as you do."

"Just some clothes and maybe a few other fun things," she teases, and my brows shoot up my forehead, dick twitching in my sweats.

We get up the stairs, and I immediately drop the bag to the floor, turning to grip her hips and haul her body against mine. She's so light that I have no problem hoisting her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist. She squeals in delight, tossing her head back, a huge smile on her face as laughter rings through her.

I nuzzle into her neck, gripping her ass and pressing her more firmly into me. Running my nose along the length of her slender neck, I take a deep inhale, and I'm flooded with her rich scent. I can't help myself; I nip the side of her neck, then suck on the sensitive skin, and she melts into me, running her fingers through my hair and gripping the roots.

My dick is hard already, and she can feel it. She bounces up and down the length, seeking pressure where she wants it most, but still latched to my front like a monkey climbing a tree.

"Someone's eager," I hum into her neck, holding her tightly to me, not wanting to loosen my grip on her yet.

"Just," she breathes, her voice sounding breathless, "fuck me, please, Kas. I know we're low on time, but please just fuck me."

Her words light a spark in me that sends me over the fucking edge. 2 I haul her onto the bed, sliding my body down hers to grip the waistband of her leggings and tug the material down, taking her panties with them.

She squirms up the bed, trying to sit up or position herself better, but I'm a man on a mission.

I kick out of my own pants and climb up the bed, positioning the head of my dick at her entrance. "You know you never have to beg," I tell her, my voice low as I swipe the head of my swollen tip through her slickness.

"Oh god," she moans, tossing her head back, hands reaching out to her sides to grip the black duvet as I piston my hips forward, sinking deep inside her. I let out a groan as she pulsates around me.

I reposition myself, angling so my face is closer to hers as I lean forward, pressing my lips to her full bottom one and sucking it between my teeth. She cries out, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.

"You feel so damn good," I praise, her lips parting and chest heaving as I rock in and out of her. "You miss this, little viper? You miss how my dick feels inside you?"

Her eyes blink open, fire lighting behind her chocolatey irises as they refocus on me. "As much as I like my vibrators…" She pants, dragging in a deep breath as I rock into her relentlessly, speeding my movements to pull her closer to her release. "I fucking love your dick." She manages to smirk at me.

I groan, burying my head into her neck and running my hands down her thighs, bringing them up and around my waist, then planting my hands on either side of her head as I pull away from her delicious scent. I want to watch her face as she shatters around me.

"Kas, I'm close," she tells me, but I already knew that. She's so wet, coating my shaft and pulsating around me, sending electricity down my spine and straight to my cock.

"I know, baby," I tell her, looking her in the eyes. "Come for me, little viper."

And she does.

"Kas," she shouts, her body jolting under me, and the sight of her in my jersey, writhing beneath me, is my fucking undoing.

I lose myself in her, coming so hard I see stars.

***

It took everything in me to get to this game tonight, and it fucking blows.

And to think, I could be at home in bed with Aiyana right now, if I had just faked a sudden illness—maybe said I'm six feet under and need to go to the emergency room or some shit. Anything to get out of this utter hell.

But no.

Instead, I started this game bored out of my damn mind. The other team wasn't even fucking trying. We're up four to zero and might as well call it quits now, but the other team decided to bring out a rookie player they've had on probation for a while, and for good reason.

I'm taking hit after hit after hit, dealing with a shitty team and their aggressive rookie who's going after Ale for some unknown reason. I don't know if he's just trying to prove himself by taking out our starting center, but this shit needs to stop, and the refs aren't calling any fucking penalties.

The longer this game goes on, the more likely it is that someone will get seriously injured, and that should never happen. Fights happen in hockey all the time. Not usually against our team as we're pretty straight shooters, but other teams? Sure. All the time. It's normal when the pent-up frustrations of the game come flowing over, but the refs break it up before anyone can get really hurt. There are rules for our fights to protect us against just that!

So the fact that this guy is just blatantly going after my teammates and clearly targeting Alessandro is not okay.

My body is shaking with adrenaline; the need to toss my gloves to the side and fight his ugly ass wells up inside me. I'm not even watching the puck anymore, deviating from my spot near the crease and opting to follow the rookie around, eyeing him closely as he approaches Ale. I see him jut the blade of his stick out, aiming to trip Ale, but I push forward, sliding between them and spraying the rookie with ice as I pass.

Ale saw me coming and moved out of the way, dodging the stick and avoiding getting himself hurt by some dumbass with something to prove.

Coach Allister shouts at me, and I make my way over to the boards. "What the fuck was that? Watch the damn puck, Narvaez!" he shouts when I'm close, and I shake it off, zipping around the players and getting myself back in position.

I'm watching the puck and simultaneously defending it, preventing the other team from getting near Kyle as he swiftly drives it home toward the goal, and suddenly, time stops.

The buzzer sounds, indicating we made the goal, but as I whip my head around, a huge smile on my face, excitement rears through me until I see it in slow motion. The rookie leans forward with all his weight, giving himself every ounce of momentum he can muster as he pushes himself into Ale, catapulting him head-first into the boards.

He lands with a thud so loud I think his helmet might've broken the ice.

Once the moment of shock has washed away, I make a run for him, but then I see Kat.

She's throwing her small body over the boards, her face in anguish as she makes her way to him, yelling his name and collapsing at his side. I know she's got him. I also know there's nothing I can do for him that she or our trainers can't, so I turn my attention elsewhere.

Rage overtakes me; everyone on the ice is either standing in shock, dumbstruck and unmoving, or shouting at the refs, the other team, and most of all, the rookie.

I take off toward him, not giving a single fuck about our team's clean record.

When I get close enough to him, I tear my helmet off and toss it to the side, letting my stick drop with it before pulling my gloves off.

He's been looking for a fight—that much is clear. He swivels his head to me, grinning before doing just as I had, and when the gloves are off, I literally circle him like prey.

I see his brows draw together as he sizes me up, probably realizing now that I'm stronger than he is. My body is a well-oiled machine made from years of contact sports and a routine that an Olympian would be jealous of.

He shrugs and runs at me, but before he can make contact, I rear back, giving my fist the start it needs to fly right at his face. The satisfying crunch of cartilage hits my ears, moisture from his blood and saliva marring the skin of my knuckles and spraying across my face.

He falls backward, but before he can hit the ice, my hands spring out, gripping his jersey in my fists and bringing him into me. "You wanted a fight, now you're gonna get a fucking fight," I grit out, then push him just out of my reach. He brings his fists up in front of his face and swings one out. It connects with my side, and I barely flinch, the anger rushing through my blood and dulling any pain I might feel from it later.

I give him a twisted grin that doesn't feel right on my face, laughing at his efforts and connecting my fist with the underside of his jaw. His teeth clank together, but he manages to stand upright. Out of the periphery of my vision, I see the medics rushing Ale across the ice on a yellow stretcher with Kat in tow, and that one second of distraction is all it takes for the little fucker in front of me to take his shot, busting my lip wide open. Hot blood pools in my mouth and drips down my chin, but no pain follows. I'm numb to pain right now. Because of this slimy little fucker, my sister is probably on the verge of a panic attack.

My heart clenches in my chest at the thought of her in pain, and the storm blowing through my thoughts overtakes me again.

The crowd's shouts drown out around me again as I focus my sight back on the coward before me. He looks smug, having gotten a decent shot in.

I send my body rocketing into his, pushing him down on the ice where he lands with a thud, his skull cracking off the ice, but he doesn't lose consciousness, so I don't back down. My knuckles meet his face repeatedly until they are split and bloody, both of ours mingling together. The only thing that stops my onslaught isn't the refs trying to pull me from him nor my teammates shouting at me to stop, but one simple word breathed from her lips that makes me obey in an instant.

"Stop."

My hands fall to my sides, and I rock back on my heels, succumbing to the exhaustion my body's been fighting with nothing but adrenaline. I look up to see her standing there, eyes locked on mine, brows furrowed. Her lips are pursed, and her arms are crossed over her chest as she shakes from the cold of being on the ice.

I snap out of it immediately, moving quickly to stand and skate the short distance to her as she tries not to slip on the ice, wearing her sneakers. Again, I'm stunned at how gorgeous she is. That's a simple fact that I'll never fully get used to.

Tossing my arms around her and pulling her to me, I rest my chin on top of her head, and she lets out a single sob, her body shaking with suppressed cries. "I'm so sorry," I whisper against her hair, but pull my face back when I remember my lip is split open and bleeding.

"Just take me home, Kas. Let's just go home," she whispers, her voice shaky.

I nod, but she can't see me, so I drag her along, ignoring my coach's calls for me to talk to him. I leave her sitting in the bleachers and rush to the locker rooms to change with lightning speed, not wanting her to have to wait for me any longer.

I don't even shower, figuring I'll do it when I get home. I just need to make sure she's okay and find out what's going on with Ale and Kat.

A few of my teammates try to speak to me when they see me but quickly back off, realizing this is not the time for this conversation. I'm in absolutely no frame of mind to speak to anyone right now.

As soon as I have my things together, I rush back to Aiyana and find her waiting for me in the tunnel, ready to go. I wait until we're outside and nearly at my truck before hauling her into my body, pressing kisses to her forehead, and apologizing over and over again.

I know I scared her. I know she hates violence, but I also know she was afraid to see me like that, completely out of fucking control.

She presses her cheek to my chest, tears streaming down her face as she cries quietly in my arms.

When she's done, she sniffles one last time and pushes away from me, walking to her door and tugging on the handle. She looks at me, her eyes hard as she pins me with an unrelenting stare that chills me to my core until she juts out that hip and smirks at me. "Open the damn door, Kas. It's freezing, and I shouldn't have to wait on your slow ass." She rolls her eyes at me as I recover from the absolute whiplash she just gave me, fumbling with my keys and unlocking the door. She pulls it open the moment it unlocks, but before she can try to toss her petite body in the seat, I grip her hips and set her in the seat myself. Grabbing her seatbelt and leaning across her, I buckle it, making sure she's secure before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. It's cold, and that sends bile crashing through my stomach.

She should never have to be uncomfortable. Not while I'm around, and yet, I've made her upset more than once tonight, and now she's fucking cold.

I know I'm not thinking rationally. We live in the Northeast; of course she's going to be cold in the middle of January, but that rationale doesn't settle me any. I make my way around to my side of the truck, and as soon as I'm inside, I blast the heat and turn the music on to one of her favorite stations. Heavy metal music thrums through the speakers, and she relaxes against the door, resting her head on the window and letting out a small, contented sigh that weasels its way into my heart, soothing the restless beast that's taken hold. 3

1. TYRANT – Beyoncé (ft. Dolly Parton)

2. Let Me Love You – Ariana Grande (ft. Lil Wayne)

3. Living Dead Girl – Rob Zombie