Page 17
Take a look at Chapter 17 of "Tempting Venom": Itās a blur of commotionāblue, orange, sweat, and too much testosteroneāand right in the middle... See what happens next!
Itās a blur of commotionāblue, orange, sweat, and too much testosteroneāand right in the middle of it stands Marcus Osborn. Wolvesā captain. Stantonvilleās pride and joy. And the guy Iāve decided to crush until thereās nothing left.
Iāll skin him alive and eat his goddamn heart.
He doesnāt seem to be aware of my macabre cannibalistic plans, because his full attention remains on me.
In the midst of the mess, as someone at his side talks to him and he straps his helmet back on, his creepy eyes never look away from me.
He skates backward to the center of the rink, looking at me the entire time, then he does a beckoning motion with his index finger.
Water slides down my throat as I crush the bottle in my fingers.
The puck drops again, and Iām not out there, Iām here, trapped in a fucking box, my chest heaving, my blood hot enough to melt the ice.
Kane wins the face-off, and I stand up, cheering them on. āGo, go, go!ā
Before Kane can manage to score, that motherfucker Osborn steals the puck and leads a flash counterattack and scores.
The goal is clean and brutal, and the buzzer echoes in the air as the orange section in the crowd goes wild.
āMotherfucker!ā I slam my stick against the glass, losing my cool in epic proportions.
Itās not like me.
At all.
Iāve perfected the art of being the leagueās prince. And the leagueās prince doesnāt lose his cool over a nobody.
And this particular Osborn is a fuckingnobody.
Heās so far below nobody, heās not even on the goddamn map.
Osborn skates lazily to the center, pointing his stick at me as I leave the box.
The moment we have the puck, I ask Kane for a pass, and when itās in my possession, itās not Dicky who comes to intercept me, no.
Itās the useless slab of muscle whoās wearing that infuriating smirk that he crafted just to get under my skin. āWe meet again, fairy prince.ā
I say nothing, because, listen, I invented this game, and I willnotbe provoked into making another mistake.
With a deep breath, I speed past him, but the motherfucker blocks me again, lowering his head so weāre eye to eye.
āAw, youāre ignoring me? Iām hurt.ā
āDrop dead.ā
āNot when I can see you so worked up. That look on your face is giving me a hard-on.ā
Iām momentarily stunned, but I recover fast enough to pass the puck to Kane, who scores.
āBoo.ā He starts to skate backward. āStop using Davenport and Callahan as proxies and face me head-on. Unlessā¦youāre scared of me.ā
āYouāre the one who should be scared of me, rat.ā
āOh no, Mommy, come pick me up. Thereās this big, bad prince who wants to do unspeakable things to me.ā
My spine jerks upright, and thereās a long buzzing sound in my ears as the scent of peppery musk and burnt cigarettes clogs my throat and floods my mouth.
How the fuck does heā¦