Page 16 of Vampire Pack

I barked out a laugh. It turned into a groan as I squeezed my eyes shut harder. "This is torture."

"It's not as bad as watching your goalie get slammed by two huge defensemen."

"Agree to disagree," I managed.

"Not a chance."

"You just want me to yell at you again, so you can fuck me again, to calm me down again.”

He gave me a low chuckle. "Can't think of many things I'd rather do than that."

I smacked him on the abdomen with the back of my hand. We both knew it didn't hurt.

"What's the rest of your hellish recovery plan for me?" I gritted out.

"We're icing everywhere that you're injured. If you still can't move your shoulder afterward, I'm calling our actual medical team."

I groaned. "Please, no. They'll make me do their horrible physical therapy."

"So that you heal properly and maintain full use of your shoulder. Which is necessary to your career, unless you've suddenly decided to retire."

"In your dreams."

"No. In my dreams, you get to play like an actual fucking goalie who isn't attacked by random men in the middle of a normal game."

My chest squeezed with the words.

Yeah. That was a good dream.

"How are your wings?" I changed the subject, before I started feeling things. "You took a hard hit to the back during the first period." His wings hadn't been out, but sometimes a hit like that could still affect them.

I wasn't supposed to notice things like that about him, but I blamed it on my constant vigilance during the game. I was the person who had to know exactly what was going on, at all times.

"They're fine, but you're welcome to baby them if it makes you feel better," he said.

I fought back a grin. Vampire wings weren't extraordinarily sensitive, but most vamps still liked having them touched, the same way a werewolf or human would like to have their back rubbed.

"I'm sure you'd hate that. Especially if I did that thing I did to them last month."

"Don't remind me, or we both know you're going to end up sprawled on that countertop like my own personal feast." He gestured to my kitchen's island.

"That's not going to happen. I have self-control now," I said. "I didn't an hour ago, but I've recovered."

"Have you?"

"Yes. Fucking you again was a mistake." I gestured between us.

"It didn't feel like a mistake when you were riding my cock, begging me to let you bite me a few days ago."

My face heated. "Nothing feels like a mistake when you're having sex."

"I'll remember that when I find a puck bunny at that bar near the blood bank you're sending me to."

White-hot fury coursed through me.

It was unreasonable.

I shouldn't have been possessive of him. I was the one trying to stop having sex with him.