Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I RACE DOWN the field, sweat dripping down my back as the lights shine
overhead. The crowd in the stands cheers or yells unintelligible orders like
they’d be doing any better if they were out here.
Skidding to a halt, I whip around, find Clay, and pound my stick on the
grass twice. “Here!” I shout.
She meets my eyes, both of us panting, and tosses the ball over to Ruby
Ingram instead. I squeeze my fist around the stick, grit my teeth, and watch
for all of two seconds before fucking Ruby loses the ball, and the other team
speeds back down the field toward our goal with their prize.
Goddammit, Clay.
I dart off after the ball, shooting a glare at her before running past. What
the hell is her problem? She wants to win, doesn’t she? Does she think this
makes me look bad? No. It’s on her.
The attacker passes the ball, but I race up, scoop it up, and whip around,
shooting it over to Amy. She runs, everyone changes directions, and I barrel
after her, digging in my heels and on guard as I watch the ball go to Krisjen,
who hesitates too long.
“Krisjen!” I bark. Her nervous eyes jerk to me and she flips her stick,
only too happy to be rid of the damn thing. I catch it, run and swerve, and
shoot. The ball hits the net, the goalie unable to react fast enough.
“Yeahhhhhhhh!” I hear my brothers roar from the stands in between
whistles.
But I’m not happy. I walk up to Clay, slamming my shoulder into hers as
others run around us. “Stop fucking up,” I growl as I pass.