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In no way whatsoever did I think murder was sexy, but why did I get so horny when Maddox kept saying he was going to kill Casimir? I especially didn’t want anyone to hurt Casimir. Overprotectiveness was something I rebelled against. I needed to be free to do what I wanted without anyone looming over me or standing in the way. But the gush of slick wetting my panties and aching throb between my legs said another story.

His hard kisses consumed me and his tight embrace made it hard to breathe, but there was no way I was going to tell him to stop. I needed this Alpha, and I needed him now.

I stepped up on a box and wrapped my other leg around him. Maddox grabbed my ass and kneaded it as I ground against him. Him and way too much equipment. It was worse than what ladies had to wear in the eighteenth century.

“Maddox,” I panted his name and kissed along his square jaw to his ear. “Take me. I have to have you so bad.”

A growl of what I could only take as acquiescence rumbled in his chest. He slid a hand under my sweater and groped my breast. I pushed my chest more firmly against him. I wanted us naked, skin to skin. Hot and writhing and locked together.

“Get… all your… stuff off.” I didn’t even know where to begin, but everything in me screamed to hurry.

Maddox grunted and went for my clothes instead. He set me on top of a box, pushing my sweater up and snatching the top of my jeans. I helped him get them open and push them down part way. The cardboard was firm and cold under my naked rear and somehow erotic.

“Holy fuck,” he uttered with a hot breath against my neck and dragged his teeth over my skin to nip at me. “You’re so hot.”

“And you’re not naked. I need you naked.” Desperation made me sound like I was almost whining, pleading for him to fuck me. Not just fill me, but knot me. Oh God, how I had to make that happen.

Maddox dropped a hand between my legs and caressed my pussy. I let out a small cry and arched my hips toward him. “Let me make you come.”

Yes, I wanted nothing more, but with his muscled body against me, his hard cock, pounding into me. I ran my hands up under his jersey. Under his chest and shoulder pads, he wore a thermal shirt. Too many layers. Yet I managed to bare a strip of flesh and slid my fingers along it.

He sucked in a breath and dipped a finger between my labia. “So wet for me.”

“Oh yes, please,” I begged again, squirming as he toyed with my pussy. I couldn’t stand this teasing. Tugging at his hockey pants, I yanked them too hard the wrong way and forced the laces into a knot. “Fuck.”

Maddox thrust a finger into me, and my eyes fluttered as I moaned. My head fell back and he layered kisses and nips on my neck as he pumped into me. I rocked against his palm and gripped his pads through his jersey.

Every inch of me reacted to him, wanting so much more of him. I tried to swivel and put myself in a better position to get his equipment off him. Any bit would do. Yet when I tried to move, he bit down near the back of my neck, holding me in place, and inserted a second digit into me.

I gasped, clawing at his shirt as if it made any difference with all the layers. My body blazed with pleasure. His hand slapped against me, hard and wet. Maddox finger fucked me with no mercy, and I reveled in it.

“Maddox… so close.” I tugged on his hair and brought his mouth back to mine to kiss him. His hips jerked in time with his hand, making the boxes quake. My bunched up jeans bound my ankles, but I spread my legs as far as they could go, needing him as deep as possible.

My orgasm hit making my world spiral with great messy pleasure. Maddox muffled my screams with his dominating kisses. His mouth on mine, breathing the same air, hearts pounding together as if we were one shuddering creature.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in this dark storeroom and fuck him on boxes all day, then snuggle up in a nest of shirts to sleep.

“You okay?” Maddox whispered against my mouth.

I hadn’t realize I’d gone limp and was cradled against him. He slipped his fingers out of me, and I mewled at how overly sensitive my pussy was. Sleepiness nudged me, and I didn’t want to resist. “Mm-hmm.”

“Let me clean you up and take you back to the lounge where you can rest. No one should be in there the rest of the day.”

No, I had come to the arena with a plan. What was it again? I snuggled against Maddox he cleaned me up with… his own jersey? “You don’t need to do that. I can find a bathroom, and I really should be going…”

“I’m cleaning you up.” He wasn’t stopping, and I didn’t protest anymore. His touch was firm and comforting.

Once I was dried off and my pants done back up, I stood and glanced at his hockey pants. There was no way to see anything under there, but it was like I could tell how big and hard he was. His cock was like a siren song, tempting me to free it and suck him off.

“Kienna,” Maddox said with a hint of amusement. I yanked my gaze back up to his pretty eyes, and oh, they were incredibly gorgeous. Long lashes with a blue almost azure in color. “I can carry you to the lounge.”

Carry me? I forced myself back to reality.

Did I just get fingered by a hot hockey player in a storeroom?

It at once shocked me that I let it happen, that I begged for it to happen, and made me aroused just thinking about it. I needed to get away. What little good sense I had was too easily blown away by Maddox. And Casimir. And the whole fucking hunky pack.

“I can walk, thank you.” I wasn’t going to stay. My dad wasn’t here, but I could go back to the hotel and call him. My body felt weighted down as I headed to the door. Maybe I should get a nap at the hotel first.

“Why did you come to the arena?” Maddox walked beside me with one hand on my hip and the other holding his jersey.

“Hm? Oh, I was looking for my dad.”

Maddox nodded once, jaw tight. “Not Casimir?”

“No.” I scoffed as we wound our way through the corridor. “I didn’t even know he was on the team. What a fucking mess that is.” And shit, I just let another of my dad’s players bring me to orgasm in the team’s home arena. Double the mess. My body was still hyper aware of his next to mine. The urge to touch him, to have him wrap me in his arms again, was insanely powerful. “But it doesn’t matter. I just need to talk to my dad and then I’ll be heading off to Alaska.”

“Stay.” He stopped beside the stairs which would lead us up. The expression on his handsome face was so intense.

“What?” I folded my arms. No matter how hot he was, I wasn’t staying in this city. I didn’t want a life sentence of boredom. “I’m going to Alaska to see my friend. She’s pregnant and could totally use some help.” Yeah, like Nicolette’s three sexy lumberjacks weren’t already waiting on her hand and foot. “Not that I know much about babies, but I’m great at keeping my friends entertained.”

“Oh.” Maddox’s shoulders sagged a little, and then he suddenly straightened, looking at me with a new light in his eyes. “Your dad will be back. Stay and watch us practice.”

I opened my mouth to say no, but I couldn’t. Not just because this magnificent Alpha had asked me to stay, but because this caring man had sought me out after I got upset, comforted me, and then took care of my urges from my heat. He hadn’t asked for anything else and didn’t take anything more. The least I could do was watch the practice.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

Just saying that made him smile and puff out his chest. Totally worth it.

Maddox led me back to the lounge and jogged off to locate his teammates. Everything was clean in the room, and Esha was gone. That was probably a good thing. I didn’t want to explain what had happened.

I nabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on one of the couches. Exhaustion tugged at me. Hell, it was a major battle just to keep my eyes open.

Standing up, I bounced on my toes and did a few laps around the room. My legs felt even heavier as I did so, and I had to sit again. Being in heat not only messed with my head, but it was such an energy drainer as well. I couldn’t let my Omega hormones dictate what I did. Those hormones could go screw themselves—or have a sexy Alpha do so—because I was going to Alaska. Possible compatible mates be damned!

After five agonizing minutes, no one had come onto the ice. Where did the guys go? Maddox had been very excited for me to stay, and my dad would eventually return, so there was nothing to do other than wait. My eyes drifted closed as I yawned. Maybe take a little nap. Just a tiny one.

With my eyes still closed, I kicked off my boots and, using my coat as a pillow, I curled up on the couch. I didn’t know how many butts had sat on this thing, but I didn’t care. Sleep was unavoidable.

* * *

A heavy slam against the boards woke me from a deep sleep. I jolted into sitting position, nearly falling off the couch. Someone yelled—from the hallway?—and another person told them to fuck off.

I instinctively reached for my phone and plucked it off the table beside me. It was nearly six o’clock. Had I really slept that long and no one had disturbed me?

“You’re supposed to do tactic J! What the hell was that?” Kane’s booming voice had me on my feet. The pack along with Casimir were on the ice, every one of them snarling at each other.

“J I swoop in. That’s what I fucking did!” Casimir pointed his stick at Maddox. “He slammed into me.”

“You were in my way.” Maddox skated closer with a ‘try me’ look on his face. Oh shit.

“All of you are distracted. This whole practice has been a fucking waste of time.” Ewan banged his stick on the ice for emphasis. “You all just smell an Omega and you lose your damn minds. We’re going to lose against Chicago if you can’t get your shit together. Fucking Chicago!”

“We’re not losing to those bastards,” Tiergan shouted from his place in front of the net. “Even if I have to hold them off all by myself.”

“You’re not in this alone. We’re a team and we need to work together. If we have to run through the drills a hundred times more, that’s what we’re going to do.” Kane was facing away from me, but I could imagine the glare of authority he pinned on each teammate. A little shiver of delight went through me at the thought of him looking at me with such ferocity.

“We need a break, and it’s almost time for dinner with the bosses.” Alderic skated between the Alphas, slow and smooth. “We’ll get some food in us and then come back to practice. Or—” His gorgeous face lit up as he spotted me, and he zoomed my way. “Kienna! Hi. You’re awake.”

Everyone’s head turned my way. A rush of glee made me want to squeal as their eyes brightened. Why did I feel like a happy puppy with a madly wagging tail?

There was a rush of hellos as they all followed Alderic to the window. I waved, feeling suddenly on the spot. Casimir and Maddox stood on opposite ends of the group, and I could feel my insides being torn in both directions at once. Then with Tiergan and Kane in the middle. Good thing there was a thick pane of tempered glass between us so I wouldn’t be expected to go to one person or another when I wanted all of them.

No, none of them. I was leaving. Get your priorities straight, Kienna .

“Don’t mind me. Go back to your practice.”

“We’re done for now.” Hadn’t Kane been the one to say they were going to run through the drills more? His hot gaze made my stomach flip. “We were going to head to dinner, and we’d love for you to come with us.”

“You can ride with me.” I heard the words Casimir said, but all that sunk into my head was ‘ride me.’

“She’s riding with us.” Maddox shot him a death glare.

“Guys, it’s her choice.” Alderic was, at least, a voice of reason. Ewan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Your father will be there.” Tiergan nodded and flashed me a smile. How could a guy look that hunky absolutely covered head to toe in bulky equipment? “Mad said you were looking for Mr. Birk.”

Dad. That’s right. The sooner I talked to him, the faster I could be out of the province. Away from these hotties who made me lose control of myself in the best of ways. That was dangerous. I couldn’t allow myself to get attached to an Alpha who would keep me in boring Nowhereville.

“Alright.” Yet there was no way I could ride with any of them. I didn’t trust myself. “But without an escort, I’ll have to go myself. Where is dinner?”

“The Wellington. A real fancy place with the best steak,” Tiergan replied. “I’m sure it will be fine if you go with all of us.”

To be crammed in the SUV again with them, my thighs tightened. Bad idea. “I’ll just get a rideshare. Thanks.” I gave them another wave and forced myself to turn away to put on my boots and coat. It suddenly hit me that I had my phone in my hand. My missing phone.

My heart raced as I put in my passcode and it worked. There were a ton of texts and missed calls from my friends. This was definitely my phone. Nothing was taken off it or out from the wallet side. Maybe someone saw my face with my besties on the lockscreen and knew who I was and that my father was the new owner of the Rampage. They could have returned it to the arena, and security or even Esha might have left it beside me as I slept in the lounge. It was the only thing that made sense.

Why did I care how it got there? I had my phone back and it was charged!

I missed what the guys were saying to me and waved over my shoulder at them. Finally some good luck.

Once out of the lounge, I called for a ride and hurried out of the arena. Standing in the cold air would do me some good. No doubt I would have to sit through dinner, but my dad would be obligated to have me by his side and would no doubt want me out of his hair for the rest of his time in Winnipeg. Even if I couldn’t get a flight until the morning, I was on track to freedom.

Free from being stuck in a hotel room for weeks. Free from dying of boredom. And free of the grip of the Alphas who had triggered my heat. I couldn’t trust my Omega horniness. So the farther away I was from them, the better.

Yet why was my heart breaking at the thought?