They’re right there,I remember again—the team, the vets, Cole. One wall away. My face burns so hot I could boil water on it.
And then suddenly—he pulls out.
The loss makes my throat convulse on a sob, spit dripping down my chin. I barely have time to blink up through wet lashes before his fist yanks my head back and—
Christ.
Heat paints my face. Hot, filthy, spilling across my cheeks, my lips, streaking down with the water. My mouth falls open on a broken gasp, cum and steam mixing as my lashes flutter.
“Fuck—Cap—” I whimper.
“Look at you,” he growls, looming above me, hand still locked in my hair. His eyes blaze down, mouth curling with a smile. “Wrecked. Ruined. Perfect.”
I can’t breathe. Not because of the water, not because of the mess streaking my face—but because I know.I know.Onestep into the locker room and the boys would see me glowing like this, dripping with his mark.
The sound I make is high, humiliating, perfect. My thighs twitch against the tile, cock aching, and my whole body trembles under his shadow.
“Good boy,” Damian murmurs again, softer now, thumb dragging slow through the slick on my jaw.
I whimper, lips parting, eyes wide and glassy as I whisper out the only thing I can manage.
“Yes, sir.”
His grip eases just enough to haul me upward. My knees slip on the tile, body trembling as he drags me off the floor, and then—Christ—his mouth crashes down on mine.
Filthy. Desperate.
The kiss is all heat and spit and steam, water pouring down our faces as his tongue forces past my lips, claiming every sound I try to make. My body folds into his without a fight, without a thought. I’m clinging to him instantly—hands clutching his shoulders, nails scraping wet skin, chest pressed tight against the steel of him.
I can taste him everywhere—on my lips, on my tongue, smeared across my face until the kiss just mixes it deeper. My cock twitches helplessly between us, leaking against his stomach, but I don’t care. All I can think about is his mouth on mine, his growl in the back of his throat.
“Good boy,” he breathes against my mouth between kisses, his words rough and tender all at once. “Always my good boy.”
I groan into him, clinging tighter, like if I let go I’ll slide down the tile and never get back up. My curls are plastered to my forehead, my face is burning, but none of it matters. Not when he’s kissing me like this—like I’m his whole goddamn world.
“Sir—” I gasp when he finally lets me breathe, lips raw, lungs shaking. “Don’t stop—please—”
His forehead presses to mine, thumb smearing wet across my jaw. His other hand slides down, heavy on my back, locking me to him.
“Never,” he murmurs, low and certain, kissing me again, slower this time but no less wrecking. “I’ll never stop, pup.”
And I cling. Hard. Arms hooked tight around his neck, my body trembling against his, my mouth chasing his like I’ll drown if I lose it for even a second.
“Cap…”
Cole’s voice carries through the hiss of water, muffled by steam and tile but clear enough that my whole body locks up.
I freeze. Every muscle tightens. My lips are still pressed to Damian’s, my breath ragged, my cock hard, but my stomach drops straight to the floor.
Damian doesn’t even flinch. His growl rumbles through me, low and lethal, lips brushing mine as he doesn’t stop kissing me.
“Unless you want to be on your knees too,” he snarls, his mouth swallowing the gasp I make, “with a different ending, Vance…” His tongue drags across my lips, claiming me deeper, harder. “…I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”
My eyes fly wide, scarlet all the way down my chest. My nails dig into his shoulders, clinging tighter as his kiss eats me alive.
The silence after stretches, almost unbearable.
And then—Cole cackles. A high, nervous laugh that echoes off the tile. “Copy that, Cap!”
