I’ve never had sex before, because I’m too set on my future. I’m simply not interested. My hand doesn’t have consequences, nor does it come with strings. My parents and the education system have given me all I need to know about the birds and the bees.
At least, I thought they had. This conversation with my coach was not something I thought would ever happen.
“Girls are taught not to walk home in the dark or to put themselves in danger. However, we fail the boys by not talking about this shit to them,” the coach says angrily. “I don’t know which side you bat for, but I do know that it doesn’t always matter for omegas. Scent matching will decide for you, or you’ll find yourself in a worse situation. Don’t continue on this path. I’m trying to help you!”
“Thanks for the help,” I say curtly, wanting to be polite despite his words.
Fuck, I can’t believe this shit. Yanking open the door to his office, I ignore his snort as I begin to yank off my padding as I walk. No one will look at me, and I know they fucking heard the entire conversation. Despite how much I smell, I pull off my skates and pads, get dressed and grab my bag. I’ll walk home, and then shower before my parents return from work.
The camp isn’t far from my house, and until this second, the world didn’t seem as scary as it does now.
I don’t even bother to say goodbye as I shove my way out of the locker room, my aching muscles bunching and releasing despite the exhaustion setting in. I want to tell myself he’swrong, yet the coach’s voice gets louder and louder in my mind until that’s all I hear.
I barely notice where my feet are carrying me until I’m unlocking the front door and running up the stairs to my room. My legs fail me several times, and my knees slam onto the hardwood of the stairs.
Hot, angry tears make my face mottled with redness as I walk to the bathroom. I’ll make sure to do laundry before my family comes home, because no one needs to smell how gross my gear smells.
My shoulders shake as I stand underneath the scalding water, and I promise I won’t ever be someone’s victim. I’ll bulk up, make myself irreplaceable, and bury Coach Foster’s words to the farthest corners of my mind.
I’ll never forget them, though. I’ll take them as another piece of invaluable advice so no one can ever use me as their plaything.
CHAPTER ONE
RHODES
Sixteen years later
Scratching my stomach, I yawn as I walk through the apartment I share with my best friend. We’re off for a couple of days before we’re on the road again. This time, we’ll be headed for Minnesota.
“As much as I love your ass in that thong, it’s making me want to fuck it,” Skylar growls. “Once I start, I won’t want to stop, and we have a charity event to attend tonight.”
Groaning, I pull my ratty tank top up higher to give Skylar a better look at my cock. I believe in only the best for myself, so I’m wearing a silk and lace thong. It gives my cock a nice place to chill, and the thong doesn’t chafe the way others do.
I swear, I could teach a fucking class on good lingerie and the dangers of a chafed asshole. Make sure the part going up your ass is decent quality, friends.
“It’s not my fault that you love it so much when I prance around in my comfy clothes, Sky,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yes,” Skylar growls, reaching up from the couch to grab my ear. “It is.”
Pulling hard on my ear, he makes me scream and bend down until he can reach my dark hair. He moves me so I’m stretched over his sexy thighs on my stomach, his elbow grinding into my back to hold me still while he continues to fist my hair. I know I’m making him pissed, yet I still preen and arch my back, wiggling my ass at him.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” he growls.
“And?” I ask, chuckling. “Are you going to tan my ass and force me to wear a plug all night?”
This may be a scenario that’s happened a few times in our relationship. We’ve known each other for at least ten years, which also means that I know how to fuck with him so I’ll get fucked.
“You like it too much,” he mutters, pinching my ass instead.
“Fuck!” I hiss, whimpering when he does it again and again. I have several welts on my ass soon, tears wetting my eyes as I wriggle trying to get free.
Skylar refuses to let go, his foot shoving my feet so that I’m imbalanced.
“What’s the matter?” he coos, his fingers tangling in my panties before he pulls them down to expose my asshole to the cool air.
I can’t stop panting as I gasp for breath, knowing he’s going to torture me.
“You’re…mean,” I gasp.
