“I just… but why? Why are we going to see these people?”
Dasan sits. His hand cups my face, and I lean into his touch. “Because neither of us truly knows what we’re doing here,” he answers quietly. “I have questions. I need some guidance and direction on how to be a good dom for you, Shiv. I feel unbalanced, and the longer we do this, the more I realize that I’m not giving you what you need.”
“Yes, you are,” I argue. “You feel good. Everything you do feels good.”
He nods slowly. “Is that all you want here, though? You just want sex and what comes with sex?”
I inhale and stare into his eyes. He’s moving. I’m not sure how he’s moving. Wait, no. That’s me shaking my head. “No. No, I want… everything.”
“We toe the line of a lot of things, and I’ve said from the beginning that there were conversations we still needed to have. We haven’t had them because I don’t know how to do this right and I want to do right by you. I don’t want this to be a trial and error where the next time, I’ll get it right. I want it right, right now. With you. Not just for you, but for both of us, and I don’t think I’m equipped to get it right on my own.”
“I…”
“Trust me, Shively,” Dasan whispers. “I don’t want either of us to jeopardize our careers, which is why the place we’re goingto is far from hockey and technology free. I’ve spent a while hunting for a place and a dom/sub group that’s private. They’ve promised me that everyone will turn in all their phones upon arrival. I swear to you, I will protect you. I just need you to trust me. Okay?”
“I like what we have,” I whisper.
“I do too.”
“Then… I don’t understand why you want to change it.”
With a sigh, Dasan rolls us so he’s on top of me. His mouth covers mine, and he kisses me as he slowly moves inside my body. He’s never taken me like this before. I don’t know why it feels so different. It’s consuming in a way I don’t fully understand, but I cling to him as he takes me.
Why does this feel like a goodbye? Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut and agree like a good omega?
CHAPTER 21
DASAN
We’re playingan amazing game tonight. My team is in the same head space, and we’re taking up the same energy. We’ve made two amazing goals, and I wouldn’t change anything about the way we’re playing.
However, Washington is on fire tonight. They’ve managed three goals, and we’re halfway through the second period. I’m not worried about the time. We have plenty of time to tie and then overcome them.
I’m just sitting on the bench, looking Felton’s way, when Washington number eight glides backward into Felton’s crease. Felton pushes him forward and out of his crease. It’s not a shove. It’s not rough at all. It’s almost gentle like,here, let me help you.The whistle blows from the ref. I’m nodding because no one is allowed in the goalie crease unless the puck is in play there.
It’s not. It can’t even be mistaken for being close since it was near the blue line at the time eight slid in. It wasn’t just the heel of his skate either. Both feet were completely inside Felton’s goal zone.
“Number one, Winnipeg. Goalkeeper delivering body check. Two minutes,” the ref calls as he skates to the face-off near Felton.
Felton’s standing there, looking at the ref as if he’s blind. I’m on my feet, and I’m not the only one. The entire audience is throwing a fit.
“That’s bullshit,” Zenia says. “Fucker was in the crease.”
“What the hell?” I mutter.
We watch as the other ref and one of the linemen talk with the ref who made the call. I’m not sure any of them agree with it, but the ref isn’t backing down. I imagine backing down probably wouldn’t look good for him.
When it’s clear the penalty stands, Coach scowls. “Willow,” he calls.
Denny nods and heads for the penalty box.
“Bullshit,” Zenia hisses again.
“It’s fine. Just a power play,” Coach says. “Keep focus.”
Not going to lie here. I’m so fucking pissed, I’m vibrating. That’s absolute shit. Like outright obvious singling out our goalie for something that didn’t happen.
The commentators are replaying the scene over and over on the big screen as they speculate as to why the penalty was called. They obviously don’t agree with it either.
