Puck Me Hard
“Admit it,” He growls, pressing my back into the wall. “You like it when I piss you off.”
Fuck, I hate Hayes so much. My breath hitches and I brace my hands against his chest. “You’re delusional.”
“Am I?” He smirks and leans in, mouth hovering just inches from my ear. “Then why do you look like you're about to kiss me–or punch me? Either way, Carter, I win.”
“Fuck you!” I spit.
Dorian chuckles darkly, roughly kicking my legs apart so he can press his knee hard up against my dick. “Oh you will, Golden boy. And when you do, it won’t be because I forced you. It’ll be because you begged for my cock.”
For Noah Carter, hockey isn’t just a game–it’s an escape. The golden boy captain with a killer smile and a secret he can’t afford to slip, Noah’s carefully crafted lie is falling apart with every practice and every time he locks eyes with HIM.
HIM.
Dorian Hayes is fire on the ice with only one mission--Make it to the NHL. But there’s one person he never expected to see when he got in Bridgewater to play for the Artic-Blades.
Noah Fucking Carter.
The one person he hates with everything inside him. Cue in a plan to destroy everything Noah stands for.
But every time their bodies collide on the ice, Dorian can’t deny the pull. It’s infuriating, maddening…and addictive.
He doesn’t want to want Noah, but when their rivalry shifts from Icy stares to scalding touches, Dorian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent years skating away from: sometimes, the person you hate the most is the only one who truly sees you.
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Chapter: Yes.NOAH I got Dorian’s text three days ago. It’d sat there like a live wire in my inbox, marked as unread but already buzzing in my chest. The stupid little preview line haunted me every time I opened my phone: “Hey. I got you a ticket for the game. You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.” Then it was followed up with "No pressure." No pressure. Right. I had half a mind to delete the damn thing altogether and stay at the apartment, crawl back into bed and keep nursing the wall I’d been trying to rebuild between us. You know, patch up the cracks, re-fortify the wall id desperately started stacking between us, brick by self hating brick. It had seemed like wiser choice, hell even logical. After all, I hadn't stopped him from leaving after that dinner and tell him I was keeping him at arms length to protect him. It was easier to let him believe that I still hadn't forgiven him because the Dorian I knew would give up fucking hockey if it meant to be with me. But… not go
Last Updated: 2025-05-18
Chapter: Golden BoyDorian POVI was going to throw up.No, seriously. My palms were sweating in my gloves, and my helmet felt like it was two sizes too tight. I kept adjusting it like a moron while standing in the tunnel, staring at the edge of the rink where the white glare of the arena lights bled into our shadows. The other team was already on the ice, getting in their warmups, skating back and forth with that casual smugness like they owned the place.But it wasn’t them I was nervous about.It was Noah.I’d texted him three day ago after sending him a ticket that I'd bought for him to sit in the family box, right up near the glass on the far side. Special clearance, everything. I even messaged: You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.But he didn’t reply. Not even a "k" or a fucking read receipt.So I told myself I’d focus on the game. That this was important. The first scrimmage of the season and first time we’d be playing in the upgraded rink with five thousand goddamn seats. I need
Last Updated: 2025-05-17
Chapter: News. Dorian’s POVMy fucking knees wouldn’t stop bouncing. Tap, tap, tap, like they had a mind of their own. I sat hunched forward on the bench in the locker room, whilst placing my elbows on thighs as my palms sweated through the fabric of my pants. I hadn’t been this tense since the dinner we had after Noah’s stage play two weeks ago.Jesus. That night had been the most awkward night of my fucking life.Everyone at that table had known something was wrong. The tension between Noah and me had been thick enough to cut with a steak knife. Every time I caught his eye, he’d look away. Every time Jaxon's dad said something loud and proud, I watched Noah flinch and force a smile. I felt like a bastard for ruining what was supposed to be his big night, but I didn’t regret what I’d said. Someone had to say it.But it sill didn’t mean it hadn’t haunted the fuck out of me since.A loud whistle snapped me out of the memory and I sat up straighter. Coach O'Rourke was standing in the middle of the r
Last Updated: 2025-05-16
Chapter: Heart to HeartNOAH’S POVI barely heard Imogen through the loudness of the pumping of my heart. My head did jerk towards her but I barely saw her. All I was was him.. Dorian. I tried to fight it, my feelings for him and everything but it was hard when you know you're in deeper than you expected. I wanted to be able to control myself and this was just the prime example that I couldn't, not where he was involved. Three days and seventeen hours. That was how long I tried to be away from him for. I knew down to the second I stopped responding to him. After he sent a video in response to mine, I just.. couldn't. It felt too much. So instead, I turned my attention to my play. I edited and rehearsed with the crew, making changes and trying my damnest best not to yell at anyone as I was pretty frustrated. I had posted the flier on my Instagram but I had not expected him here for promotion. The very person I was avoiding. And now, he was here. And he loves me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be wit
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Chapter: Not Enough.Dorian's first P.O.VAt my words, Noah whimpered and it didn't take long before I felt him stiffen as he came hard in his pants. His whole whole body convulsed, mouth falling open in a breathless moan. It was up there in the hottest things I've ever seen from Noah Carter.I didn’t stop touching him until he cried out from being oversensitive and begging me to stop touching him. When I pulled my hand away from him, Noah sagged against the wall, blinking blearily.“Fuck,” he whispered, bobbing his throat as he swallowed hard.The sight of his Adam's apple sliding up and down his throat sent heat pulsing through me and I groaned, painfully hard myself.I needed to fucking taste him.Gritting my teeth, I slipped my hand under his waistband and dipped my fingers into the sticky mess he'd made in his boxers. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth. I slowly sucked them clean, making sure he saw.He made a noise I couldn’t name, bucking weakly against the wall. His face was flushed and sweaty,
Last Updated: 2025-05-14
Chapter: Like a VirginDorian's P.O.VImogen’s voice jerked me out of the hurricane in my head.“God, the last time I watched a play was when my cousin did *The Sound of Music* and forgot all the lyrics to *Do-Re-Mi*. He just stood there on stage like a deer in headlights while some other kid had to sing it from the wings. It was so awkward I think my ovaries exploded.”I choked out a laugh, unable to help it, because Imogen was that effortlessly funny. “That’s horrible.”“He was seven, Dorian. I don’t have remorse for children that cocky.”Her aunt snorted beside her. “You *would* beef a child, Imo.”“He started it!” she cried, as we trudged up the steps to the theatre entrance. “Besides, this one better be good. If Noah makes me cry in public, I will personally egg his house.”“You don’t even live there,” I muttered.“I will fly to miami egg his house, and fly back here. That’s how much I commit.”I found myself smirking, even though my chest felt tight. Laughter clung to our group like static as we push
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Taming His Alpha Brother
"Beg for it," Zane murmured, pressing his fingers into Asher's jaw painfully until the omega parted his lips with a whimper.
"Please let me suck your cock.” Asher pleaded, eyes wet with tears as he eyed Zane’s fat, leaking rod like it was his most prized possession.
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HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE...
UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING!
Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and never looks back.
But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West.
And that hatred was the key to his downfall.
Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master.
Zane West.
He was the bastard no one wanted.
After a decade of being abused and bullied by Asher West, ignored by the West Clan, there was no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him.
Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West.
But there’s a problem…Asher won’t go down without a fight, and Zane…at his core was still an Alpha whose primal instinct is to protect his Omega.
Who will end up taming whom?
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-FourAsher's hands were clammy and his heart was pounding so hard against his ribcage as he stared at the narrow passage yawning open in his mother’s suite. Eight years of his life, he'd known Victoria....the next fifteen, he spent ten of it living in the West Villa and he had no idea there was a secret room hiding behind these walls.His throat felt so dry he had to gulp back his own saliva to wet it. Every instinct screamed at him to leave....let sleeping dogs lie... Maybe some things were never meant to be discovered. But instead, step by step, he inched forward until he was close enough to push the panel wider. Stale dusty air rolled out in a heavy draft and Asher choked, letting out a cough.It took a few minutes of him coughing to expell the dust in his lungs and his eyes had become watery by now.Drawing in a shaky breath, Asher stepped forward until he crossed the threshold into the room. And a gasp ripped out of his throat when he saw what was inside. There was only one word
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-ThreeAsher continued walking away in his hastened pace, but down the hall he stopped moving as fury spiked past the despair in his heart. He rubbed the heel of his hand hard against his eyes like a little child, forcing back the tears burning behind his lids. “Fucking get it together, Asher,” he muttered to himself in a rough, choked voice. “Its just a fucking room your m...Victoria used to stay. So do it.”Spinning around on his heel, Asher began striding back to the door. And before he could convince himself otherwise and change his mind, he clumsily shoved the key into the lock and twisted it.A loud click rang in the silence, ricocheting through his ribcage.Fuck. Fuck! Hand trembling, he pushed the door open. “Mama…” As soon as he swung the door open, the word pushed past his tear-clogged throat and he whimpered. He shut his eyes tightly as memories after memories assailed him all over again. ~~Mommy, please open the door. I'll be quiet I promise.Go away.~~But--Go away.~~Mam
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-TwoWhen Zane had told Asher to find his mother's possessions in Victoria's room, Asher had been floored with confusion. Why would Victoria have anything that belonged to her husband's mistress, especially since they all knew she wasn't exactly in love with Charles? It was strange to say the very least.He voiced that doubt to Zane, and after holding his face in both of his hands, the Alpha asked. "Do you trust me, Asher?"Without a trickle of doubt, Asher had nodded like a fool, and Zane had only smiled, kissing him until his brain emptied of its last cell. Then he murmured huskily. "Then just do as I asked. You will be rewarded if you find it and bring it to me." Now, walking through the silent south wing of the West Villa, Asher wasn’t so sure about that reward.His knuckles were white around the cold brass key he was gripping. He stared down at it while his pulse battered against his ribs, each thud so hard it dizzied him. Why did he agree to do this again?Ah, okay...the reward, and
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-OneAsher was too spent to move. Sticky sweat cooled on his skin and when he should have been grossed out by all the slick and cum between his legs should, he was so wiped out he couldn't move. And also he felt as though feeling Zane's cum leaking out of him was some fucked up ownership. Not like he wanted to be owned by Zane. But currently he ess anchored in a haze of post-fuck bliss and he didn't want to leave. His body was like a sack of melted bones and for the first time since his life began to fall apart, he felt so calm. Beside him, Zane lay silent and very still. If it weren’t for the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, Asher would’ve thought the Alpha was dead. But he clearly was alive and breathing deeply, as his dark lashes casted faint shadows against his cheeks. Asher rolled onto his side, propping his head on his palm. He shouldn’t stare at Zane. He knew he shouldn’t. But when else would he get to see Zane like this? His expression was stripped bare of that icy
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Chapter Eighty"Patience..."Asher hated the denial, and he let out a keening sound, clawing at Zane's shoulders. But the man continued to slowly pepper kiss all over his skin, ignoring him. When Zane eased back from him, Asher was close to his wits' end, every nerve in his body thrumming. Forgotten, he literally asked for it, Asher opened his mouth to ask why Zane wouldn't fuck him. Why was he so slow and sweet?But Zane gripped his waist and gently turned him onto his stomach. Then he arranged him until he was on his knees. Asher groaned, the feeling of being manhandled by his Alpha so so good. He braced his hands on the headboard, wiggling his hips at Zane as if saying, 'put it in right now.' Finally, a familiar presence settled behind him, and he whimpered. Zane's chest was pressed to his back, his breath hot against his ear as he ground his cock along the cleft of Asher's ass, and his whole body quivered with need.Large hands slid down his arms until Zane's fingers covered his, twining with
Last Updated: 2025-09-12
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-Nine He opened his mouth to answer but Zane's hand tugging down his zipper stuck the words in his throat. In one quick pull, his pants and briefs were stripped from his legs, leaving him naked and bare on the bed. Asher gasped, the sheer power emanating from the Alpha making his head spin. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that right." Zane growled as he hovered above the very naked Asher, eyes sliding across every inch of his skin on display, resting on the hard member straining up to Asher's belly button. It felt like his eyes were balls of fire, scorching Asher from the inside out. He was so wet, he could feel the slick dripping out of him.Then Zane's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock."Ahh!" His whole body jolted and precum leaked all over the hard panes of his lower belly. just from being touched and kissed like this, Asher felt himself move closer to the edge. "I...I'm gonna...""Don't," Zanes voice was commanding and he began moving his wrist, slowly stroking Asher from ro
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Sin That Binds
Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church.
Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix.
When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist.
In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.
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Chapter: Don't You Dare"You think you're clever, don't you?" Silas scoffed, arms crossed over that stupidly broad chest, his face taut with disapproval and something else Eli couldn’t name."I know I am." Eli leaned back against the cold stone wall, letting his smirk curl slow and lazy. “You’re not fooling anyone, you know. That mouth says ‘celibacy’ but your eyes keep saying ‘fuck me.’”Silas stepped forward. One step. Two. His robe swayed with each precise movement. His voice was a blade, slicing through the air. “You’re wrong. I never was a homosexual. And unlike you, I was born into the monastic order. Raised in it. I don’t understand what sexual gratification means.”Eli snorted. “Bullshit.”“Temptation means nothing to me,” Silas continued, unshaken. “I was taught to overcome the body. Lust, desire—none of it has power over me.”Eli cocked his head, the heat in his chest getting harder to ignore. “You're scared.”The monk’s right eye twitched. “I am not afraid.”“No?” Eli pushed off the wall, closing
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Chapter: On His KneesThe water clung to their skin as they stepped out of the river, dripping and shivering slightly, the fading sun kissing the horizon behind the trees. Cassian, still very much naked, walked ahead with the confidence of someone who hadn’t a shred of shame, dressing up along their way while Eli trailed behind, already fully dressed, his cheeks pink with the aftershock of everything that had happened.They found their way back through the hidden path Cassian had shown earlier. A narrow trail through thick brush, nearly invisible if you didn’t know it was there. At the mouth of the monastery grounds, they paused. The sky above was turning indigo. Eli was about to speak—to set things right, to tell Cassian the kiss hadn’t meant the same to him—but the other boy turned, grinned, and leaned in, planting another kiss right on Eli's lips.His mouth was warm and a little wet from the swim tasting faintly of river water and that wild berry he picked and handed to Eli too.As Eli made to shove him
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Chapter: SwimmingCassian’s secret spot was more of a miracle than a hideout. Hidden behind a weaving path through the fogged woods and jagged rocks, the clearing opened into a secluded river bend cradled by soft slopes and wild grass. The water was dark and cool, clear enough to reflect the hot sun like shattered glass. No sounds of the monastery reached them here. Only the gentle bubbling of the stream, birdsong, and the breeze catching in the tall reeds.Eli slowed to a stop, catching his breath, sweat dampening his collar. “You dragged me all the way here for this?”Cassian grinned, already pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside like a boy escaping Sunday school. “For this,” he echoed. “You looked like your head was going to blow up back there. Besides, this is way fucking better than the showers on sunday”Eli scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched Cassian unbuckle his belt. “You’re crazy. That water looks dirty as hell.”“Maybe.” Cassian wiggled his brows, then dropped his pants and boxers
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Chapter: You'll seeEli’s heart was still racing from the warning that the monk had whispered in his ear—“Be careful around Silas.” It played on repeat like some cursed mantra, echoing in his skull even as he stepped into the stone-cold room for his “spiritual rehabilitation.”His heart slammed against his rib in surprise when he saw Silas was standing at the center of the room.He was so tall, he towered over Eli and Eli necessarily wasn’t a small dude. Heaving a sigh, he swept his gaze over that monastic robe doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that God had clearly spent a little extra time sculpting him. Eli’s eyes involuntarily dragged down the man’s frame, lingering at his hands. Long, precise fingers. Hands that had grabbed his throat yesterday, well, maybe not in real life. But those hands, in his dream, had made him forget where the hell he was.Fuck, he was terrified, dreading another punishment. Was that all what their sessions would entail? Punishing Eli for being a homosexual? And as fu
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Chapter: Porridge Slop`And lead us not into temptations…”Eli woke up with a strangled gasp, sweat gluing the thin bed sheets to his back. Again his thighs were sticky and his heart was beating loud enough to drown out everything else, especially the clanging of that motherfucking bell. The room was pitch black, but felt really humid. Fuck.It was that dream again.He squeezed his eyes shut as his chest thudded. This time it hadn’t been in a dark room and Eli wasn’t on his knees. It had happened in his cell. His fucked up dream had started again with him bound at the wrist, a leather rope biting across his skin. He had been laying flat on his back, his robes pulled up, cock stiff and exposed to the cool air. He’d been masturbating, stroking himself and panting heavily while imagining…..he didn’t want to admit it but Silas. The monk whose eyes seemed to judge him with every glance.And in the dream, Silas had actually appeared, materializing by the foot of Eli’s cot. His eyes face was impassive as always,
Last Updated: 2025-05-11
Chapter: PunishmentThey walked in silence through the darkened halls, their footsteps almost silent against the cold stone floors. Prior Dominic’s sandals made a gentle shuffling sound while Eli’s bare feet was quiet. He kept his hands tucked in front of him, head bowed while trying not to let his nerves show. But it was pointless. He felt them bleeding out through his pores, drenching his skin in anxiety.When they reached the door, the same dark wooden one from yesterday, Prior Dominic came to a halt. His voice was calm and distant as he said. “This will be the last time I accompany you here, Eli. I have other matters of great urgency to attend to.”Eli looked up at him, a little started. “Oh?”“From now on, every evening, from seven to nine, you are to report here for your spiritual rehabilitation. No excuses. Understood?”Eli’s throat felt like a lump formed in it. His heart thumped wildly against his ribs as though it were trying to break free. Why he was freaking out, he had no idea, however he cr
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