"You can't," she said quickly and before I could comprehend it she was out of the door.
Leaving again, I thought as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her.
Fuck!
The frustration hit me like a ton of bricks and I found myself at the bathroom sink staring at my reflection. Reina was back and my world was spinning out of control.
I needed her.
Didn't she know that I'd never be able to let this go now. I gripped the edge of the sink until my knuckles turned white. The fluorescent bulbs overhead seemed to buzz above the mirror.
Twelve years.
There was no way I was going to let her go. And I knew part of Reina knew that too but I'd let her go for the night. We both needed to adjust. To get our bearing but soon, I'd have her.
I would fucking claim her.
Knot her tight pussy until she couldn't walk straight for a week.
Damn, I thought.
Even now, her scent was stirring things inside of me that I'd never felt before.
I had to have her.
Mark her.
Make her mine.
4
JAXON ROARKE
The motorcycle rumbled between my thighs as I pulled into the Iron Stadium parking lot, the engine's growl cutting through the afternoon air. I killed the ignition and sat there for a moment, staring at the massive steel structure that housed the Steel Wolves' home ice.
Media day.Fuck my life,the thought flowed seamlessly through my brain.
I hated these things. Hated standing around smiling for cameras while some photographer told me to look "more approachable" or "less intimidating." I was a power forward, not a fucking model. My job was to hit people hard enough that they remembered it the next morning.
But the league required it. Team sponsorships demanded it. So here I was, twenty minutes late and not remotely apologetic about it.
I swung my leg off the bike and pulled my helmet free, running a hand through my hair. A few fans were lingering near the player entrance, phones already out. I nodded at them but kept moving. No time for autographs when I was already going to catch shit from our PR director.
The corridor leading to the main media room was buzzing with activity. Staff members rushed past with clipboards and equipment. I could hear the low murmur of voices, the click of cameras already firing off shots.
I rounded the corner and stopped dead.
Her scent hit me first.
Lilies and cinnamon, sweet and sharp and so familiar it made my chest ache. But there was something else underneath it now. Something that made every muscle in my body go tight.
Cedar and ice.
Luca's scent.
All over her.
My vision narrowed to a pinpoint focus as I scanned the room. It took me three seconds to find her, crouched near a light stand adjusting her camera settings. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing all black, practical and professional.
