Because as long as things still belonged to him, some stupid part of me could pretend he was coming home. That he’d walk through the front door, complaining about traffic and asking what I’d made for dinner. That, after a few rings, he’d answer my calls like always.
That I would be able to unload the heaviness of my day. For him to be there to listen and afterward give me that fatherly advice I am currently craving.
Because how are you meant to mourn your father? The only family that you have ever known?
I barely hear Mr. Anderson until something cuts through the fog consuming my mind.
“Vadena Cardinals.”
My head snaps up. “Sorry, what did you say?” I ask, my pulse starting to pound against my ribs. Mr. Anderson grimaces.
“It states here that the Vadena Cardinals are to be given to Miss Lennon Gilmore. Conditions for inheritance specify that she must coach the men’s National Hockey League team for a single season before the position of Majority Owner can be approved.”
I stare at him, waiting. For the punchline. For the ball to drop. For the person behind the bushes to jump out and shoutsurprise!For the TV crew to tell me that I am being punked or some other ridiculous saying that will make any of this better.
“Surely not,” I whisper, looking down at the document with trembling hands. I reread the clause once. Twice. Three times.The words that threaten to blur at the edges until they finally make sense.
Coach the Vadena Cardinals.
For one season.
Then inherit the entire team.
My father’s team.
A strangled laugh escapes me because grief apparently wasn’t enough. My father had decided to leave me with a professional hockey team.
And all I can think is…
Fuck.
Chapter One
Sasha
Ithread my fingers through Holden’s curls, urging him to take my cock deeper down his throat. He contracts around my length, eliciting a moan from somewhere deep inside me, unraveling the careful control I’ve been hanging onto all week.
“Fuck yes, baby. Keep fucking going. God, you’re so good to me.”
Holden groans, his pace quickening as he sucks me harder and harder. My free hand braces against the cold tile, the only anchor I have left as the water hammers down around us, cascading over skin and muscle. The rest of the world fades into the background, leaving me suspended somewhere between needing to feel more of him and the desperate urge to come down his throat.
“Such a good Beta slut for me. You take me so well.”
Both the praise and degradation spur him on, a mix of cruelty and tenderness that only seems to make him greedier for me. I grunt as he swallows again, a wordless promise echoing around us that he’s going to fucking ruin me. Right now, I might just let him. It should be illegal to feel as good as he does.
“That’s it, tighten that throat around me again.”
He does, and something primal stirs within me.
“Fuck yes. Just like that.”
I harden my grip on the strands, giving into the instinct rising beneath my skin as I start to thrust into his mouth. He always does this to me. Works me up into a fucking frenzy until the last scraps of control slip and the beast within me takes over.
“You like it when I’m like this, don’t you, baby?” I grit out, fucking his mouth like a man possessed, not holding back because that’s not what he wants. He wants me feral. He wants me totally fucking gone for him. I glance down at him and nearly lose my damn mind. His full, pink lips are wrapped around my cock so beautifully, his lashes damp and cheeks flushed, andfuck!I’m close. My Beta is a masochist. My favorite kind. The kind who looks at the worst parts of me and begs for more.
Pleasure should come with a little bit of pain.
I feel the pressure building low in my stomach finally snap, my body locking up as white hot stars burst behind my eyes. Beneath me, Holden makes that broken little sound he always does, taking everything I give him like the good little Beta he is. He lifts his hand, squeezing my knot, pushing both of us to our limits until I finally explode down his throat. He fucking whines around me, the sound vibrating through my entire body as he works my cock. Greedy for every part of me, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot cum. He might not be an Omega, but he knows me. Knows every ugly part, every rough edge of me, and still takes whatever I’m willing to give him.
