Chapter 63 SUFFOCATED.
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
The arena erupts again in the delighted screams of everyone.
“Look at him go.” Theo chuckles, watching Seraphina like a hawk. His eyes do not stray from her, not even once. It was almost suffocating.
The next move is brutal. Lucien's shoulder collides with that of Ace before he takes the puck from him. Ace stumbles, but recovers a moment later, moving towards Lucien.
But before he could steal the puck from him, Lucien’s shoulder tackles him again with his. This time, it’s more violent, and it causes an echo through the glass. Ace crashes immediately, the ice shattering beneath him as he falls, sprawled out in the cold.
“Ah.” I gasp at the impact, and Seraphina freezes beside me, her grip suddenly tightening on the bench.
Theo chuckles at the sight before a dark smirk crosses his features. “Oh no, he fell.”
My heart pounds with fear, and something darker at the sight of Lucien moving through the ice, like he hadn’t possibly dislocated Ace’s shoulder.
He scores, before dropping the stick on the ice in victory. He barely spares Ace a glance; the sound of Ace’s groans fills the silent arena. Everyone has stopped cheering, they’re rather conflicted between looking at Lucien or Ace.
But my eyes are on Lucien as he takes off his gear and makes his way towards me.
The medical team rushes towards Ace with their kits. Seraphina purses her lips before spitting.
“Pathetic.” With that, she rises to her feet and walks off.
Theo’s eyes follow her every move, before he rises and walks behind her in slow, predatory steps.
Lucien stops in front of me, chest heaving in anger, with dark eyes. He drops his helmet, grabs my hand, and pulls me with him.
I barely have a chance to object because the grip of his hand around my wrist is tightening. My heart still pounds; this time, it’s louder, almost deafening, as I try to keep up with his fast pace.
“Lucien,” I whisper when we’re away from the arena, but he doesn’t say a word. He only pulls me forward until we stop at the locker room.
He flips the door open harshly, pulls me inside, and slams the door shut. Pinning me against it, he locks the door and cages me in with his arms around me.
He breathes harshly, with closed eyes, and I guess I should feel scared, or worried, or anxious. I should feel like running away from him….but for some reason, my hand darts out.
I touch his jaw softly, my much calmer breathing conflicting with his troubled one.
“Lucien.” I whimper, needing him to be calmer, because I don’t know what he could do in this state.
“I just…I need a moment.” He whispers, and I stay still for him. He pulls me in with his arms now around my waist, before burying his face in my neck. He inhales my scent, drawing in a deep breath for what felt like a long time, before groaning and repeating the action over and over again.
It seems like it’s working, because when he opens his eyes, they’re much calmer, and the darkness in them seems less.
“What happened there?” I asked, still in his hold, my arms on either side of his shoulders.
He doesn’t respond; he simply lifts me and wraps my legs around his hips. “I need you, Sloane.”
He whispers against my neck, kissing a trail down my shoulder. My skin flushes with heat, as my eyes flutter close from the sweet feeling.
The sound of him kicking another door open has me opening my eyes. It’s the bathroom.
He places me on my feet, but doesn’t let me go. “Take off your clothes.” He whispers, rubbing his palm gingerly.
My breath hitches again as I bite my lip. My arms go on either side of my hips as I unzip my skirt before letting it fall to the floor. The same goes for my jacket, and then my shirt. Lucien’s eyes darken the entire time, till they’re obsidian, and it does something wicked to my core.
My core grows slicker with each second, as I stand dressed in a red, lacy thong and a sexy bra. Lucien’s tongue darts out, licking the skin of my breast, before kissing it, while his hand palms the other. I moan at the feeling, carried away, as I lean against the wall. My panties are much wetter at this point, and the next thing I hear is the undoing of the clasp of my bra, before it makes contact with the floor.
Lucien pulls back in that moment, before his hands tug on the strap of my panties. He pulls it before letting it go. It hits me back with a burn, the sting sending a jolt to my clit.
He chuckles darkly before he tugs the material till it rips in his hand.
“I have an idea.” He whispers to me, before lifting me again so my legs wrap themselves around his hips.
He walks us till we’re back inside his private locker room, and places me on a soft surface.
“I want you to sit on my face.” He whispers, before getting in bed. The damn locker room, if it could be called that, is huge. It looks like an apartment on its own. It has a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen.
“Lucien, no,” I whisper, my cheeks tinting pink as I bite my lower lip.
“Why not, baby?” He asks, standing before me. His erect cock hits my jaw softly as he fists it in his hands.
“Because I’m too….Big,” I whisper, ashamed, as the contrast between Seraphina returns to my mind.
“Bullshit.” He says harshly. “Do I have to fuck those words out of your mouth, because I will.” He says, his cock hitting my jaw again.
I look away shyly, growing redder each second.
Lucien notices and pulls me up to stand on my feet.
“Listen to me.” He tilts my chin up. “Even if you fell on my face, and I suffocated, it would be fucking paradise, because I’d be suffocated by your juices rushing down my throat.” He says, and I groan, turning away with even redder cheeks.
Trust Lucien not be bashful.
“Lucien,” I whisper, trying to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let me.
“You see how excited he is at the thought of you sitting on my face?” His thick, very hard cock is digging into my stomach. “I promise, I’ll make it very pleasurable for you, baby.” He groans, rubbing my tits softly.
“Okay,” I whisper, and with a groan, he doesn’t waste a second.
He lies on the bed with his hand beckoning me to him, his thick, erect cock calling for me.