Page 95 of Vicious Butterfly
“They’ve been kicking our asses in drills the past couple of days.”
“Which means you need some time off,” I say as I feast on the collarbone I was looking for. Mm-hmm. Yes. He’s fucking delicious. Everything’s better now. That fucked up feeling? Gone. We don’t know her. I think there’s a line in a Taylor Swift song about this.
I turn his head; he gasps, panting. That’s a fucking note to remember. Despite his fear, he’s aroused. Or maybe, because of it. Meanwhile, my mind spins, planning. Now I have a good reason to abduct him—to keep him safe from all this abuse. I’ll make it so cozy for him. All his favorite foods. I’ll keep him so high on sex, he’ll never miss the real world.
He laughs again, and the sound soothes something sharp that was digging into the dark hallways of my mind. “I would miss the real world, you asshole.”
“Did I say that part out loud? Those were supposed to be my inside thoughts.”
“Your actual desires, you mean. And yeah, it was mumbled between growls, but I’m becoming adept at reading your predatory body language.”
That turns me on even more for some reason, and a jolt of terrifyingly hot arousal rips through me. I might combust. Until that happens, I maul his lips, sucking the bottom one in. Our mouths slide together, catching, breaking, crashing together again. It’s messy. Relentless. He responds with just as much wanton need, inhaling my breath as if it’s what he’s been craving all his life. I drag my tongue along the seam of Ryan’s mouth,demanding entrance, and when he does, I get rougher. More pressure, rhythm wild. Claiming. Making it clear he’s all mine.
It almost hurts when I rip my mouth from his, but I have to. Have to search out his heartbeat. I push his open camo jacket aside and put my head there.
Thump. Thump. Thum-thump.The controlled rise and fall of his chest with that edge of restraint, as if it wants to run away from him, but he won’t let it. Ah. Tranquility.
There’s a squeeze around my shoulders. Shit. Didn’t even notice him putting his arms around me. I don’t complain. With him it’s okay. I might even need his touches.
“Tate?” he whispers. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? I’m doing my best not to flip out, but you like this is scarier than the you that wants me locked away with Pearl.”
I want to ease his fears, but where do I begin? Do I tell him what made me this way? That’s territory I’ve never entered. But it’s the only thing that’ll explain my temporary insanity.
Let’s go with door numberno answer. I suck on his slutty collarbone instead.
“Ooookay, then,” he says. A hesitant hand touches my head. When I don’t react, his fingers dare to drag through.Hmmm.Don’t hate that. Do I love it? Maybe. Most likely because it’s him. Ryan’s becoming my exception to every rule. It’s decided—only he can touch me like this. Only he can touch me at all.
Does he know how extraordinary that is?
I’d forgotten what this feels like. To be touched without that fucking angry static erupting underneath my skin. Without my body threatening to glitch. I take a slow breath.
With great reluctance, I pull back. Ryan should be where he belongs, riding my cock, but we’re on borrowed time as it is.
There’s a knock on the door. “Coach VanCourt? This is Major Carter, Cadet R. Savage’s TAC officer. May I come in?”
Ryan pales, hastily doing up the buttons of his jacket. I run a hand through my hair as we step back. Ryan’s boots click together as he snaps to formal attention.
Gotta say, I’m really digging the military vibe. He’s bringing this uniform the next time I fuck him. Maybe I’ll make him pretend he’s the misbehaved cadet, and I’m the officer sent to reprimand him with my cock.
But right now, military discipline isn’t fun and games. Ryan’s fear is razor sharp, gaze straight ahead, body rigid. What would his heartbeat feel like now?
I unlock the door.
“Come in.” All my talons are out. It’s one thing for Ryan to follow the protocol his college has set out for him, but this is more than that. Ryan’s not a rule follower. He’d only do so under duress.
“Forgive my intrusion, but you took my cadet from training.”
“He’s not only a cadet. He’s the captain of your hockey team. I’m here to investigate player safety within the Pacific Conference.”
“I’d like to stayforhis safety.” He looks Ryan up and down. Ryan doesn’t move. Safety, my ass.
Also, like hell this guy’s staying. “Absolutely not. The members of the hockey team are less likely to speak freely with a superior in the room.”
“The hockey team isn’t here, just Cadet R. Savage.”
“I have a few others I’ll be calling upon today. Once I’ve finished questioning Ryan, I’ll call for them.”
If he asks for names, I’m screwed.
