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Oh. Oh, this is delicious.

Aiden, still hard, pulls out his cock and starts pleasuring himself right next to the dead body.

Well, don’t mind if I do. If I can’t mimic him in person, I might as well do it from the screen.

Matching his tempo, I squeeze my cock and shuttle my hand up and down. Needing a little wetness, I spit right onto my shaft.

There we go. Too bad I’m not in the room with him. I could use some of that blood as quick lube. It would be more effective. Or maybe, if I were there, Ari wouldn’t have left. I could use a little blood and some of her own moisture to lube up.

Focusing on Aiden, I time my tempo with him. Quickening my pace as I sense him getting closer when his breathing becomes more erratic.

Seeing cum arch into the air and land on the dead body in front of him finishes me off. I cum right into my hand and release a loud groan.

Footsteps interrupt my post-orgasmic haze. I don’t panic, and I don’t rush to put my cock back in my pants. There is really only one person who it could be.

If he wants to interrupt, he can deal with the consequences. Walking into the room, he sniffs the air—loudly. Probably to signal to me that he knows what happened. Asshole. Like I care.

He comes up to stand beside me, eyeing my cock but not mentioning it outright.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

I wipe the drying cum on my jeans and stuff my still-semi-hard dick back in my pants. Switching monitors, I go back to the data on the screen. Nothing. Not one good lead in months.

This is going to be another long night.

I think of my prey, going to bed in separate rooms. Thinking of them both together.

Don’t worry, my prey. I am coming for you.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

ARI

Mid-shower, I find him climbing up the glass door. I let out an ear-piercing shriek, but he doesn’t move. It’s like he’s watching me in the shower. This motherfucking pervert.

I am going to kill Aiden.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dry off and throw on some clothes. Hair still wet, I grab Bosco and place him on my shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable. I am going to talk to your owner about this. And if it happens again, I am going to have you castrated.”

He hums in response. Yes, hums, and knocks my ring with his head. The fucking ring, I need to confront Aiden again about it. I want answers.

“Oh, fuck off.” I tell Bosco as I head for the garage.

A smile spreads over my face as I snag the keys to Aiden’s sports car and head out. I head toward the rink first. If I hit a few curbs and take some tight turns on the way, well, that is for Aiden to find out later. Hopefully, it leaves a scratch.

He had practice this afternoon, and I doubt he left early. Aiden normally stays behind and practices his skills or some shit. The Araneaes were the majority donors to the facility, so he has keys to lock up. It’s not like the coach is going to stop him.

Peeling into the parking lot, I hope to burn a little rubber off the tires as I park in the fire lane out front. I hop out and head into the arena. It’s mainly dark inside, with the only lights being the ones above the ice.

The ice is empty, so I head for the locker room. If the lights are on, he hasn’t left yet.

I slam the door open and yell his name as I walk through the main men’s locker room. All the wooden cubicles and the laundry from practice emit a very specific odor in the air—a mixture of bleach, sweat, and man.

Christ, I don’t know how men function in their own spaces. The air alone here after a game is enough to make me pass out.