He hums as his hips jolt again. I pull out of his grasp, throw another punch at his shoulder, and he groans in a way that affects me too deeply.
“Just admit you want me, Timber. It’ll make it easier for both of us.”
I raise my fist again, anger burning through me. I don’t want it. I don’t want to feel like this for someone like him. It’s not because he almost killed me; it’s how he smiles like that and laughs and acts like hitting on me is a fucking game. He does it because he knows he can get a rise out of me, and it never affects him. It doesn’t matter what he does or how deeply it shakes me. It’s all a joke to him.
As I fling my fist forward, it lands in the air as two Scorpions grab me and drag me away from behind.
“Get off me!” I shout at my teammates.
“Timber, shut the hell up and get yourself off the ice. You fucking idiot,” Thorne, a right forward, growls as they hoist me to my feet, as Beckett, a defenseman, helps Kane up.
It’s only when I’m upright that I glance at the huge screen above us and see we’ve got twenty seconds on the clock and we’re ahead.
I can feel Kane’s eyes boring into me, like he’s hunting me as I skate over to the barrier. We sweat like demons out on the ice; it’s one of the things I don’t miss since my nose was broken. But I wish I could tell if he’s scent marked me so I could get it off.
“Why can’t you ever just leave it?” Ares, our Assistant Captain and one of my only friends, asks while glaring at me. He’s the one who cares enough to clap me on the shoulder and gives me thedo-you-want-to-talk-about-itlook.
Ares is one of the few people who knows my whole story, and what it really means when Kane pulls shit like that.
But the tension cranks higher as Kane gets into position for the face-off, and I take my favorite spot in the sin bin.
Twenty seconds later, we’ve kept the puck out of our net, and the crowd is going wild.
It’s a hollow victory for me as every Scorpion piles onto the rink. I have to get out there and celebrate as people crowd Kane before I get distracted by my rock-hard cock.
Kane
There’s something about teasing Timber that’s so undeniably satisfying.
Is it the way his cheeks flush whenever I annoy him? Is it the absolute fury in his eyes when I hit on him? Or maybe it’s just the fact that it’s the only time he ever acknowledges I exist.
Timber growls as he throws himself into the chair in front of Marilyn Mansfield’s desk. His lips peel back over his teeth, and he shoots me a foul glare, which sends shivers straight to my cock. He really has no idea how his scent twists and curls when he’s furious. His rich coffee spikes my need, and I already want to push him just to see if he’ll go for me again.
I throw him a wink, and a snarl cracks from him, which makes my eyes widen with excitement. Even though we do this every other week, I can’t get enough of the way Timber reacts to me.
“Gentlemen,” Marilyn says, her cool voice washing over us as she taps her nails on the top of her desk. “If you’re quite finished.”
Marilyn is the PR Manager for the Scented Scorpions, and she’s usually the one who deals with us when we act out. I’m pretty sure Timber and I visit her office the most out of all the guys on the team, mainly because fighting on the ice is kind of our thing. We’re cute like that. Total couple goals. Or enemy goals.
I love the way he changes from an angry psycho alpha into a good, honest citizen whenever he’s out of his skates. It makes me feel special that I’m the only one who gets to see his messed-up side off the ice as well as on it.
About as special as an atomic bomb.
“So, do we have an explanation for this one?” she asks, her light gray eyes sailing between us as she waits for an answer.
“I’m sorry.” Timber shifts in his chair as he gives her a meek look from under the thick eyelashes I always admire. “I let my anger get the better of me again.”
I’ve only been part of the team for two years, so I wasn’t here when Marilyn lost her omega. But the guys who were are way more subdued when she’s around. Timber has played with the Scorpions for twenty-five years, and I’m pretty sure he’s seen it all, which is why he’s apologizing instead of going at me againlike I want him to. I’ll still rile him up later to see if he’ll finally let me suck his cock.
“Baby,” I whisper under my breath. A thrill runs through me as his hands tighten around the arms of his chair, and another low, sexy growl rumbles from him.
“I had the shot!” he snaps. “I would have landed it if Kane hadn’t—”
She holds up a hand, and he zips it instantly as she glares at us both.
“I’m not going to lecture you—you’ve heard it enough times. I’m tired of handling the fallout every time you two fight.” Her gaze swings to me. “Don’t smirk. You’re like a small dog who winds up a Great Dane to get it in trouble. You’re responsible here, too.”
“Iscored the goal, Marilyn,” I say as I cross my legs, not missing the way Timber follows them. “That goalie would have stopped Timber’s shot, and then we’d be sitting here with a loss instead of a win.”
