Chapter Twenty
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EIRA’S POV
I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I wanted, and what I was going to do.
What I wanted was control, for once in my life. For too long everyone had control over my life and stole my free will. However, I was going to regain everything back and the first step was to gain some kind of power over the princes. To do that, I was going to take advantage of the pull I knew they felt, but refused to acknowledge it.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
I started with something simple; confidence. I left my dorm wearing leggings that hugged my hips way too tight than normal, and an oversized Blue Moon hockey jersey that slipped down slightly on the left shoulder every time I lifted my arm.
My aunt had once said that my body was made to torment men with restraint and I never believed her. But today? I was going to test that theory.
The moment I stepped into the school hallway, heads turned. Whispers trailed behind me like shadows. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
Good, let them look. This was exactly what I wanted because two very specific men would see too.
Lucien caught a glimpse of me first.
He stood by the lockers, earphones in, a stack of textbooks resting against his chest and his silver hair fell across his forehead in a way that was annoyingly elegant. He was calm, collected and composed as always.
Until we locked gazes and he froze.
I watched his pupils dilate, eyes growing wide every so slightly that anyone could’ve missed it, but not me. A flicker of emotion flashes through his eyes, something dark, with a hint of surprise, as if he just remembered something he wasn’t supposed to.
I could probably guess what it was.
“Good morning,” I said, keeping my tone light.
His eyes drank me in for a split second. “Eira,” he breathed, voice softer than usual. “You look...”
“I look?”
His jaw clenched for a second. “Distracting.”
That was perfect.
Lucien quickly turned away, pretending to focus on his locker combination, but he was fidgeting too hard. He typed, erased, typed again. His hands were trembling.
Good. One down, one to torment.
I continued down the hallway and my next target appeared from the opposite direction.
Kellen.
Unlike Lucien, Kellen didn’t freeze. He stared. His jaw slacked for a millisecond before it clenched again. His gaze trailed over me in one slow infuriating sweep. From my shoulders, to my legs, to my mouth. His wolf’s hunger flashed golden in his eyes for a split second.
Then, irritation.
As expected. I got to him and he hated that. He cared that I had such an effect on him.
He immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“What do you think you’re doing dressed like that?”
Ah, there it was. The volcanic Kellen Whitmore temper.
I pouted. “You don’t like it?” I asked, innocence drooling from my voice.
His nostrils flared. “I never said that.”
“Well, that’s what it looks like.”
His throat bobbed slightly. I smirked, stepping past him and making a point to brush lightly against his arm. The sound that slipped out of his mouth was low and rough. It sounded like victory to me.
“See you later princes.”
They didn’t respond. The silence behind me felt like thunder.
At practice, I took things up a notch.
The coach had separated us into groups. Lucien and Kellen were working on one side, while I was grouped with the other girls. That didn’t matter. The rink was large enough, and I knew every set of eyes could see me glide across the ice.
That was all I needed.
I caught Lucien staring at first.
He wasn’t even subtle about it. Whenever he thought I wasn’t looking, his eyes followed every single one of movements. The twist of my hips, the flick of my hair and how my chest rose and fell. He kept running a hand through his hair, as if to ground himself.
Kellen, on the other hand, was a storm that could hardly be contained. Every time I passed his line, the muscles on his jaw flexed. His grip on the hockey stick tightened, knuckles going white.
I couldn’t contain the smirk curling up my lips.
After a few drills, the coach finally let us practice freely. This was my chance.
I skated towards Lucien first, stopping a few inches away from him, close enough that he had to look down on me.
“Help me with my form?”
His breath hitched, hands curling into a fist by his side. He looked torn, like he was using every single strength he had not to touch me.
“Of course,” he said, in a calm tone.
He stepped behind me, hands hovering over my waist and the warmth radiating from him rippled across my skin. When his hands finally settled on me, a shiver ran down my spine so sharp, I almost forgot that this was supposed to be seduction and nothing more.
My pulse began to race, and so did his.
“Relax...lean forward…yeah, just like that,” he murmured, his breath brushing the base of my neck. “Good, perfect.”
God, this was driving me crazy.
I couldn’t focus because of how warm his fingers felt. My heart began to race.
And then, Lucien slipped.
Just slightly, enough to grab my waist to fully steady himself. Our bodies collided at that moment, an electrifying feeling bursting between us.
“Sorry,” he whispered, stuttering a bit.
He didn’t let go immediately, however, and neither did I.
And that was the problem.
I blinked, pulling back before I completely lost myself. I shot him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Lucien just looked at me like he had forgotten how to breathe.
I needed to leave before he noticed the effect he had on me. But Kellen was waiting right at the entrance of the rink. Arms folded across his chest, a haughty look on his face.
He tilted his head. “Done flirting with Lucien?”
I rolled my eyes. “You mean practicing?”
He snorted. “Sure. Practice with me then.”
My eyes widened slightly.
Oh, the storm wanted to play.
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