He pauses at the curve of my shoulder. “I want to mark you so damn bad. You unleashed something in me with that fucking trade comment.”
“Do it.” My words are breathless, my heart pounding in anticipation. “I wanna look in the mirror and remember this moment.”Forever.
When his mark fades, I’ll instigate his possessiveness so he’ll do it again and again. I’m addicted to him.
Without hesitation, he drags the neck of my shirt down and bites my collarbone, and I just about come in my pants. There’s definitely a wet spot.
Pleasure and pain explode along my nerve endings. I suck air in through my teeth, hissing, then release it with a hoarse, desperate moan.
Fuck. Me. I have to be the luckiest bastard on the planet to have both him and Aurora—rough and gentle, yin and yang, my entire world.
When he’s done, he traces the indentations with his tongue then pulls back to inspect his work.“Okay, we have to go.” He fixes my shirt.
An embarrassingly needy whine escapes my mouth. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this erection?”
He smirks. “Take a cold shower.”
My brows shoot up. “With you?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re going to be absolutelyobsessiveabout this, aren’t you?”
“Relentless, persistent, determined…but sure, we can go with obsessed. Whatever lets me touch you.”
He playfully shoves my forehead. “Get out.”
Chapter 2
Aurora
Reece pushes himself up in bed. “Now that we’re finally alone, come here.”
Hospital grip socks on my feet, I hobble to him, flinching each time a sore spot meets the floor.We’re quite a pair.
He stretches toward me and grimaces with the effort. “I’m having them remove these damn wires and tubes. I can’t help you, and it’s pissing me off.”
I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Don’t you dare. I’m fine.”
“Now I know you’re fibbing. Lie with me and tell me about it.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” I settle in next to him, and our fingers intertwine as if they haven’t seen each other in weeks, lazily caressing. “You’re the one who’s hurt.”
His chest rises and falls with exertion. His eyes are half open, his complexion pale. Still, he kisses my forehead and asks, “How are you feeling about those two being together?”
I scoff. “Nothing has changed. They’re as close as ever, but it’s a relief they’re finally admitting it.”
I’ve always felt guilty for not being strong enough for Jax at his worst. He hurts when he hurts me, and I know it’s difficultfor him to control himself sometimes. Ethan can handle him andmaybecontrol him. Jax needs that.
“Jesus, Ethan has his hands full with you two.” Reece stifles a chuckle. “What if they skate off into the hockey sunset together?”
I smile softly. “Then it’ll be you and me, Viking.”
His eyes light up. “Always, princess.”
The emotions of the last few days hit me hard. I roll onto my side and rest my head on his shoulder. “I could’ve lost you.” Tears prickle my eyelids. “I felt so empty.” I can barely get the words out, my body racking with sobs.
“Shh. I’d never leave, angel.” He smooths my messy hair from my face. “I’d fight like hell to return to you. I dreamt of us the entire time I was under.”
I release a shuddering exhale and swallow the tight lump in my throat. “What did you dream?”
