Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER TWELVE

Sierra's POV

The moment I step into my office at the College, I release a long exasperated sigh and lean on the cold metal door. I pinch the bridge between my nose in a futile attempt to quiet the storm churning at my insides.

How do I face those kids after everything that went down last night?

How do I even summon the courage to look them in the eyes—let alone train them?

Fuck… this is bad. So bad. And the worst part of it all? I don't even have a say in this.

I push myself off the door and make my way to the locker at the corner of the room. I yank it open, pull out my training gear—a blue-and-white jersey with matching pants—and toss my bodycon dress aside. The cool fabric slips over my skin as I tug it on, then strap on white canvas shoes. I gather my hair into a ponytail just as—

A soft knock interrupts me.

My head snaps towards the door. “Come in,” I call out.

The door creak open and the twins step into the room. That same infuriating, boyish grin curves their lips, and the rich mix of their colognes instantly fills the air. Their scent hits me hard—intoxicating, heady, addictive. My wolf leaps, clawing toward them with so much familiarity, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to stop the moan threatening to slip free.

My pulses races so loudly in my ears. And my body? It doesn't even seems like mine anymore—its belongs to them because of the way my n*****s are tight beneath the jersey and my p***y tingles, betraying me once more.

“What the hell are you doing here?“ I ask, my voice barely audible and I hope that came out as words—real words—and not sound like a plea or worse—a moan.

At the moment, my mind can't think of something else except everything that happened yesterday….. but then I quickly push it aside. They can't know how much I'm still revelling in it all. They can't know that even know my cunt is already dripping for them.

They exchange a knowing glance and smirk.

“What did you mean by that?“ Rife asks, his voice laced with mockery. “Can't we even come check in on our coach anymore?“

“Really, coach?“ I repeat, my voice steadier now. “You think because you have money, you can just buy me like some commodity, right?“

“We never brought you, Sierra.“ Riven shoves his hands in his pockets, his lust filled eyes raking over me like he wants to devour me right there and right now. “We invested in you. And we need you to win our championship in the next four months. So relax. Besides…” His lips curls into a smirk. Your darling husband didn't even think twice before signing the contract.“

Of course, I know Varek won't even think twice about it—especially with the fortune they offered.

“Championship?“ I cross my arm, trying to build a bridge between us. “We all know you don't even need a coach to win.“

Rafe's expression turned bored. “Oh… really? We appreciate that you think we are good, but that doesn't change the fact that we still need a coach to win.“

“So we focus on training.“ My voice is loud, high enough to hide my nerves. “Don't you dare try to do something else.“

Rafe and Riven's lips curl into a smirk and simultaneously, they starts walking towards me in slow and deliberate steps with predatory gaze that makes my body trembles.

I take a step back. Another. Until my back is pressing against the cold stainless locker—it bites into my skin but it doesn't matter. Not with these men here.

“What are you…” I stop talking because I'm not sure if that comes out right.

They flank me, one on each side. They breath me in—their chest rising and falling as they take in my scent. I squeeze my thighs together, praying they don't realise how soaked my panties already are.

“Something else like what, Sierra?“

Riven's voice is low, deep and dark—the type that is used for a commercial advertisement and lord it's enough to make the ladies go berserk to buy the product. Then he lean closer, his eyes fix on my chest. Thank goodness my jersey isn't exposed at all… otherwise he'd have notice the goosebumps prickling all over my breasts.

I swallow hard, throw my head to the side, my palm pressing hard on the locker with more force than necessary because it's the only way I can stabilise myself.

“Tell us, Miss Sierra,” Rafe murmurs, lowering him too. “Because it's seems you're the only ones that knows what else we'd do aside from training.“

Shit. They know what I'm talking about. I wish I haven't said the words.

I open my mouth to talk but no words came out. Steadying myself, I push off the locker but Rafe grips my shoulder and push me back.

“You ain't going no where, until you tell us,” he growls. “ What else we'd do aside training?“

His touch sears through me. My thighs squeeze tighter. My mind betrays me with memories—his fingers circling my c**t last night.

They both laugh, a low, dangerous sound that prickles my skin.

“Are you remembering it now?“ He taunts, his eyes gleaming as if he is having the best moment of his life. “How my hands worked perfectly on your c**t?“

I gasp, staring at him. How does he know?

“Or maybe,” he trail a finger down my neck, sending shockwaves across my body. “how they are fondled your t**s. Either way… if that's the 'something else' you're talking about… then we'll focus on it. Because you obviously want it.“

Want it?

How do they know?

How can they read me so easily like a book?

Of course, I'd already be begging them to f**k me against this locker… if only they weren't my students…. If only they weren't my younger brother's best friend.

I yank his hand away from me. “I don't want it, okay,” I lie. “Whatever happens yesterday—ended yesterday.“

“Hmm.“ Riven pouts, his lips attractive and impossibly tempting.

Memories flood me again—his mouth closing over my n*****s, his tongue devouring me until I screamed, whimpered and cried. Goddess… what are these boys doing to me?

He brushes my hair back, his gaze dark and soft all at once. “But Sierra… we can smell you dripping. We can see you fighting yourself. Let us help you. Submit to us. Let us teach you. Let us help you break free from the prison of your marriage.”

Submit.

Teach.

Break free.

The words rattle in my skull, unravelling me.

Then—

Sierra?

A voice echo in the hallway, and the door creaks open.