Page 17 of Puck’N Enemy (Thunder Knights #2)

Dylan

Something feels off.

There’s a faint shift in the air, making my nerves tingle. A cold draft whispers against the back of my neck, making me glance over my shoulder.

There’s no one directly behind me, but why does it feel like someone’s there?

I walk down the campus lane with my teammates, and even though I’m surrounded by their stupid jokes and casual banter, I can’t shake off the feeling of being watched.

Looking around, I scan the buildings, the benches, and the vast green grounds. College kids dot the area but no one stands out.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid , I tell myself.

Pete sent his men to ambush me last night. Maybe I’m just nervous about being attacked again.

Pete was trying to scare me and if I’m being honest, I am scared. I don’t mind him coming after me but I’m worried he’ll go after Logan to blackmail me again.

Pete is unpredictable, so I can never guess what he’ll try to do next.

Maybe I’ll just have to spend the rest of my day looking over my shoulder, second-guessing every shadow.

“Hey,” I say, forcing a grin on my face. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Are you okay?” Reece asks, giving me a sidelong look.

“Yeah, I just forgot something. How about I meet you in class?”

“Sure. Just don’t be late.”

I nod. “I won’t.”

My teammates move on without doubting me.

As soon as they’re gone, I turn around, cutting across the campus lane. I don’t go back toward the gym building but make a detour into one of the older academic halls.

Everything goes quiet around me as soon as I enter the ancient school building. The air is cooler here, alerting my senses further.

I walk slowly, each step feeling like a trap.

The hum of the ceiling lights buzzes in my ears. The corridor stretches ahead, lined with classroom doors and half-dead fluorescents that flicker just enough to be unnerving.

I stop in the middle of the hallway, my hand twitching at my side, looking for a weapon. If it’d been the old days, I’d have a sharp shiv in my pocket.

“Come out,” I hiss under my breath. “If Pete sent you, I won’t run.”

There’s no answer. Just the echo of silence.

Then—

Hard fingers clamp over my wrist.

My eyes widen, but before I can turn, a hand slaps over my mouth, cutting off a gasp. I thrash against a hard chest as my muscle memory kicks in.

I try to kick back but miss hitting his knees. The man holding me is strong. He easily drags me inside a dark, empty classroom and slams the door shut.

With a sudden, he shoves me against a wall.

A gasp escapes me as my back hits the cold, hard wall. Before I can recover from the impact, he’s on me again, pinning me against his broad, muscled chest.

What the hell—

Panic surges like acid in my chest. I freeze, my heart slamming against my ribs. His lips descend on mine, forcibly kissing me. Caught between fear and confusion, I can barely breathe.

Just as I start panicking, a familiar scent wafts into my nostrils.

It’s a faint woodsy fragrance, mixed with fresh citrus. The taste of bitter coffee spreads on my tongue, suddenly relieving my fear.

That scent.

It’s Logan.

My body recognizes him before my mind can catch up.

Logan’s lips are wild and desperate against mine. He bites and sucks, devouring me like a man who’s waited too long. His fingers tighten around my wrist and hip, holding me in place like he’s afraid I’d run if he lets go.

I blink, stunned, until the wave of recognition crashes over me and my panic turns into longing. My hands press against Logan’s chest, not to push him away, but to steady myself.

I’m no longer afraid because it’s Logan. He’s the one I’ve loved and lost. He’s the one I protected at the cost of my own soul. It doesn’t matter how violently he claims me.

I just want him to know I belong to him irrevocably.

Logan pulls back for a breath, his eyes burning like twin storms. “You knew it was me,” he rasps, his voice low and unsteady. “Tell me you knew.”

My chest heaves as I stare at him. “I thought—” I shake my head. “I thought you were one of Pete’s guys.”

Logan’s jaw stiffens. “You really think I’d let him touch you?”

Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. And then Logan is on me again, kissing me.

This time, he’s slower, taking the time to savor my taste.

I kiss him back desperately. Hungrily. Like I’m drowning, and Logan is the air that can save me.

Suddenly, he breaks apart, panting. Dipping his head, he brushes his lips across my chin before moving down the soft curve of my neck. He kisses the sensitive skin, making shivers ripple through my body.

“You still taste like home,” Logan murmurs against my skin.

My fingers curl against his shirt, hesitant, not pushing him but not pulling him closer either.

“I thought I lost you,” Logan says, his voice low and thick with hunger. “But you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

His hands grip the hem of my shirt, tugging it up slowly. He watches with a dark look in his eyes as my bare skin is revealed inch by inch.

I catch his wrists, my breath hitching. “Logan—we can’t. Not here. What if someone comes in?”

His eyes darken. “Let them,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over the shell of my ear. “Let them see who you belong to.”

A moan escapes me and my grip loosens. And that’s all the permission Logan needs.

He kissed his way down my throat, biting gently at my collarbone. Next, he takes off my T-shirt, baring my chest to him completely.

I squirm, torn between protest and surrender. “You’re crazy,” I gasp. “We’ll get into so much trouble if someone comes in here.”

“I’m crazy only for you,” he growls, pulling my sweatpants down my legs.

The air in the room is cold, but Logan’s hands are warm as they skim across my chest. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as he touches me possessively.

“You think I care about getting caught?” Logan says, his forehead pressing into mine. “I’ve spent years wanting you. Hating you. Dreaming of you. I’m not hiding anymore.”

His mouth crashes back against my lips, stealing every last thought from my brain. I melt against him, needing this as much as him.

All the tension drains from my body as my hands tangle in Logan’s dark hair. A moan escapes me as I arch my back against the wall, exposing my bare chest to him.

Logan’s hand creeps lower until his fingers clamp over my erect cock. He pumps my heated flesh, drawing deep groans of hot pleasure from my mouth.

“I’m the only one who can touch you,” he says through clenched teeth. “I’m the only one who can make you utter these unholy sounds.”

“Logan,” I groan, feeling my balls harden impossibly.

Suddenly, Logan’s fingers loosen around my cock. Before I understand what’s happening, he whirls me around, making my chest hit the cold wall.

And then, I feel his fingers coating my tight bud with something warm and slick. It’s a moment before I realize he’s using his saliva to loosen and lubricate me.

Moaning, I push my hips back against him.

“Be patient, love,” he says in a ragged voice as he positions himself against my tight opening. “We’ve got to do this or you won’t be able to walk around the whole day.”

My lips sink into my bottom lip as my anticipation heightens.

Logan rails into me, slamming his dick inside my tight channel in one powerful thrust.

I cry out as his thick girth splits me open. “Don’t stop,” I gasp even as pain burns through me.

Logan’s fingers tighten over my hips in a bruising hold as he rocks his hips against mine, plunging deep inside me.

“Harder, Logan,” I moan. “Punish me for everything.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he grates through clenched teeth and bites my earlobe.

“Ah!” It’s not long before the sharp edge of pain dulls away and pleasure takes its place. I push my hips back, making sure he drives deeper inside me.

Our hips slap madly as he plunges in from behind me, employing not a hint of gentleness. Good. Because I don’t want him to be gentle, either.

Tilting my hips, I beg him to drive into me harder and faster. My lips part while I squeeze my eyes tightly. It’s been so damn long since Logan took me like this.

With a snarl of possession, he hunches over my back, bringing his fingers to wrap over my rigid cock. He pumps me hard and raw while slamming inside me with powerful thrusts.

“You don’t let that Reece guy too close,” Logan rasps, continuing to pound inside me. “He doesn’t get to flirt with you, Dylan. He doesn’t get to make you laugh. All your smiles belong to me and no one else.”

I want to tell him there’s nothing between me and Reece but all I end up uttering is a jumble of gibberish. My pleasure rises as Logan relentlessly pumps my cock while plunging inside me.

“You want someone to flirt with?” Logan asks in a tight voice. “You get on your knees and flirt with my big dick. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes!” I scream as my body goes impossibly stiff and stars burst before my eyes. Hot pleasure cascades over me, drowning every thought from my mind.

Ropes of my cum hit the wall in front of me as Logan plunges inside me, shouting and chasing his own pleasure. If anyone’s outside in the corridor, they’ll definitely know what we’re up to inside this locked classroom.

Logan lets out a growl and thrusts in deep inside me before shattering completely. His white-hot seeds fill up my channel and drip down my butthole.

Breathing hard, he gently slips out of me and leans heavily against me.

I hold onto the wall with both my hands to support our weight. My knees tremble, threatening to give way any moment.

For a while, we stay like this until our breaths return to our lungs.

“You’re mine, Dyl,” Logan whispers, kissing my cheek. He slowly steps away and allows me to turn around to face him.

My chest heaves as I still struggle to draw in enough breath. Sweat drips from my damp, stray strands, making me smile a little.

Logan wrung me out better than the workout at the gym this morning.

I become aware of the dimly lit classroom. Silence falls over us again, punctuated by our breathing and the rustle of clothes as we quickly get dressed again.

I glance sideways at Logan and find him leaning against a desk, his arms folded, and a lazy, satisfied smile curving his lips. His dark hair is tousled, and his eyes, those burning, too-honest eyes, are still locked on me.

“You’re insane,” I mutter with an affectionate grin.

“Yeah,” Logan says, his grin widening. “I know.”

I roll my eyes and push my damp hair away from my forehead. “You need to go now.”

Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly not moving.

“No, seriously, Logan,” I say, scolding. “You have classes. Practice. Your teammates are probably wondering where their golden boy is.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do,” I say, softer this time. “You can’t just stalk me around campus and make out with me in abandoned classrooms. This isn’t sustainable.”

He steps closer to me, backing me up until my shoulders hit the wall again. “Then tell me to stop,” he says in a soft whisper.

I look away from him because I don’t have the resolve to say that to him.

Logan sighs, brushing a thumb across my cheek. “Fine, I’ll go. For now.” Leaning in, he touches his forehead to mine. “But you’ve got to promise me something.”

My eyes flick up to meet his. “What?”

“Promise you’ll come see me tonight at my campus after practice. I don’t care how late it is. I just want to see you again.”

I hesitate. I knew I should say no. It’s too dangerous to get close to Logan in public, especially when Pete was keeping an eye on me.

“…Okay,” I say, losing the battle to my heart’s desire. “I’ll come.”

Logan smiles like the sun has risen just for him. “Good. I’ll wait for you.” Kissing me one last time, he slips out the door, leaving me alone in the quiet classroom.

For a long moment, I just stand here, steadying myself.

God help me. I feel like I’m falling into a bottomless lake as my love and devotion toward Logan fills every cell in my body.

I just hope I’ll be able to keep him safe this time.