“Fuck,” I whine as Elijah pulls me down on the bed and hooks my legs with his arms so he can lean into me. When he starts to move again, pain swells in my belly as a tidal wave of pleasure starts to build with each violent thrust. I am nearly silent when my orgasm breaks, but Elijah groans so beautifully when I tighten my body around his cock as he starts to come.
“Oh, fuck. Ari,” Elijah moans as he comes. He kisses me, and I relax as he pulls out of me.
“Oh no.” I laugh nervously when he moves, and Jovian kneels between my thighs with my toy from earlier in his hand.
“Back or belly?” he asks, pushing the toy inside me.
“Belly, but talk to me so I can be reminded that it’s you,” I say. He rolls me before dumping more lube on my ass. He is straddling my legs when he reaches between them and hits the power button on the toy. Right away, he bumps the power level all the way up. When I moan, and my body tightens, he thrusts deep inside my ass. “Fuck!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts.
“Jovi, harder. Please, God. Too slow,” I moan, pushing back on him. He grunts before slamming back into me harder. Every time I push back on his cock, he slams in more and more aggressively. Soon, he finds a rhythm that is unforgivingly hard and fast. I am gripping onto the blanket, screaming through one constant orgasm. The toy is sucking hard, and the vibrations are incredibly strong. When my orgasm starts to crest, the world seems to disappear. My pleasure sends me spiraling into a release so intense that the world goes dark.
Chapter Seven
Arianna
Five Days Later
This week has beenboth incredible and uncomfortable. Only uncomfortable because they have all fucked me at least once a day for five days straight. They’re unrelenting in the way they rail me into whatever surface they have me on. They limit how often they pair up because I am more likely to get triggered that way. After I woke up that first night of sex and sobbed myself into a migraine, they have been more careful not to make me pass out from coming so much. We are learning from one another through fucking, and I couldn’t be happier at how it is all working out.
The closer we get to Toledo, the more nervous I become. The guys get time on the ice tonight, thankfully, so I can see the rink without anyone outside who will support me. I’m not a religious person, but I think God protected me that night. I think there are plans for me in this world that require me to survive. I have to think I was meant to live. Dom had everyone sit, and he said a prayer for not only me, but everyone.
Here I am again, staring at the Titans Hockey Rink building. My own personal hell. Part of me will always be connected to this place because I don’t know how to let go. Jovian and Elijah hold my hand as we walk inside. Everyone else walks ahead of us, but behind us are Hunter, Connor, Kip, Mateo, Mom, and Ray. We get past the door, and a familiar voice makes a smile spread across my face.
“Well, look who came crawling back to us,” Tate says. I turn to look and see Tate, Beckett, Logan, and Jaxon standing outside the door leading into the rink. I let go of Jovian and Elijah to go to them. Tate picks me up in a tight hug and spins me around before setting me down. I’ve been texting with them all week, so they know about my relationship with the guys. I get passed around between the four and given hugs and kisses on the top of my head.
“Fuck, we missed you, girl!” Beckett says, pulling away to hold my face.
“I didn’t think I’d see y’all until tomorrow,” I say.
“And let you go in there alone?” Logan asks. “Fuck no. Also, we wanted to meet these amazing men you keep talking about.”
“This is Jovian, Elijah, Kip, Connor, Hunter, and Mateo,” I say. “Also, my stepfather and assistant coach, Ray, and my mom, Diane.”
“It’s good to meet you guys,” Jaxon says as they all exchange handshakes.
“I’m going to go ahead and warn you…” I say. “Fuck…”
“Let’s go to the locker room and talk,” Jovian says softly.
“Come on,” Beckett says, squeezing my shoulder.
We walk to the visiting team's locker room, and most of the guys are dressed already, but a few are still dressing. We wait until they are gone before I sit down with my friends as my partners get dressed.
“I lied to you guys,” I say quietly.
“About what?” Tate asks.
“I know who hurt me,” I say. “I’m telling you because the whole team knows… and the detective. You are not allowed to react or even mention anything. It is absolutely a threat to my life, so I need you to just be calm. Please.”
“We won’t say anything, Ari. I promise,” Logan says. They’re sitting on the bench across from me, and the others are giving me space to talk to them.
“I remember everything. I know who hurt me. I didn’t see their faces, but I know…” I say. “Saturday… Two men in devil masks dropped a package off at the house containing my finger bone.”
“What the fuck?!” Beckett says.
“They’re stalking me… I don’t know why or how, but they knew where and when to show up,” I say. “The detectives are trying to find something solid, so no one has to know I remember.”
