MasukCHAPTER 161Raphael finished the last drop of his coffee, set the mug down on the tray, and threw back the duvet. He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, intending to stand up with his usual effortless grace.But his thighs and lower back immediately lodged a fierce, aching protest.A sharp wince broke across his face as his knees buckled slightly, forcing him to catch his weight against the edge of the nightstand. His muscles felt utterly used, deep and sore in a way that made his teeth grate.Liam, still sitting on the edge of the bed, crossed his arms and watched him with an infuriatingly slow, smug grin spreading across his face."Need a hand there, Thorne?" Liam teased, his voice dripping with playful satisfaction. "Or do I have to buy a wheelchair so you can move around now?" Raphael slowly straightened up, his dark eyes narrowing at his proud boyfriend. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of Raphael’s mouth. Liam was looking entirely too comfortable, far too ple
CHAPTER 160The apartment was dead silent except for the low, steady hum of the fridge and the faint sizzle of butter in the pan.Liam stood at the kitchen counter, flipping a piece of toast with a hand that was still very faintly jittery. Even now, with the morning sun casting pale grey light through the blinds, the delayed adrenaline dump from last night was sitting heavy in his chest.He stared down at the spatula, his mind running back over the whole thing. God, he’d been terrified!When he’d talked big earlier two days ago, teasing Raphael and acting all smug about how he was going to take control and put him in his place, it had felt easy. But when it actually came down to the actual freaking action, his stomach had done a full vertical drop. He’d spent the entire day terrified he was going to mess it up, terrified he’d look ridiculous, terrified that his voice would crack and betray just how entirely out of his depth he was.Two things had kept him from backing out. First, hi
Chapter 159Raphael groaned again, loud and openly frustrated. “You’re going to regret being this bossy when I finally get my hands on you again pretty boy.”Liam moved up over him, settled between his thighs, and reached for the lube. He slicked himself with a few efficient strokes, then lined up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Raphael’s hole. Raphael followed the movement. He didn't know why he was so fucking nervous. It wasn't even going to be his first time getting fucked in the ass. He'd had his fair share of that a while ago. A long long while ago though.But this was Liam...“Eyes on me.”Raphael dragged his lust filled eyes back up to Liam's face, breathing hard. “Then fucking do it already.”Liam pushed in slow, steady, giving him every inch without stopping. The stretch burned in the best way. Raphael’s mouth fell open on a rough exhale.“Oh ohhh ohh—” That was the only word Raphael could utter. Oh.When Liam bottomed out he stayed there, fully inside, letting Ra
CHAPTER 158The door closed behind them with a quiet click.Raphael stood just inside the bedroom, jacket still on, the weight of the entire day sitting heavy in his chest...and his cock. Liam didn’t look at him right away. He walked to the side of the bed, turned on the low lamp, and only then faced him. His expression was calm. Steady. The same look he wore when he corrected a drill on the ice, his captain face. “Take your clothes off.”The order was fucking simple. Raphael stalled for a while, not used to taking orders. He felt the old instinct rise immediately — the one that said he should be the one speaking, the one deciding. His hands flexed at his sides.“Liam—”“Clothes off,” Liam repeated, quieter but with dark command accompanying it. “Now.”Raphael exhaled hard through his nose and reached for the zipper of his jacket. He shrugged it off, then pulled his shirt over his head. The air in the room felt cooler against his skin. He undid his belt, pushed his jeans and boxers
CHAPTER 157Raphael woke up first.The early light coming through the blinds was thin and grey. Liam was still asleep on his stomach, face turned toward the window, one arm curled under the pillow. The covers had slipped down to his waist. In the quiet morning light the marks were clearer than they had been the night before. The ones around his throat had deepened into a dull reddish-purple. A darker print sat along the side of his jaw. Faint fingerprints showed on his hips where the sheet had shifted.Raphael lay there looking for a long moment. Then he reached out and brushed his thumb very lightly near the edge of the mark on Liam’s neck, not quite touching it. Liam stirred, eyes opening slowly. He focused on Raphael’s face, then on the direction of his gaze.“I’m fine,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. “Trust me.”Raphael held his eyes for a second longer, then nodded once and let it go. He didn’t mention the marks again.They got up and moved through the usual morning routi
CHAPTER 156Liam kissed him again, deeper this time, one hand already sliding down Raphael’s stomach. Raphael let it happen for a few seconds, tasting the leftover salt on Liam’s tongue, before he caught Liam’s wrist and gently pulled it away just before it got to his dick.“Easy,” he murmured against his mouth. “You should take a warm shower and rest. Your body’s probably sore as hell. I need my captain alive for tomorrow’s practice.”Liam scoffed. “I’m perfectly fine.”The words were still leaving his mouth when his legs decided otherwise. His knees buckled without warning. He pitched forward with a startled sound. Raphael’s hands shot out, catching him under the armpits and hauling him upright against his chest. A low chuckle rumbled out of him.“Perfectly fine, huh?”Liam’s face burned. “Shut up.”Raphael didn’t give him the chance to argue further. He slid one arm under Liam’s knees, the other around his back, and lifted him clean off the floor in one smooth motion. Liam made a n
Liam paced the length of his apartment like an animal on heat, the city lights glittering mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The victory high from last night had curdled into something sour and heavy in his chest. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Raphael’s voice, low, mocking, f
The locker room smelled like sweat, icy gel, and adrenaline. Liam Lannister sat on the bench, lacing his skates with sharp, precise tugs, jaw tight as he listened to the distant roar of the crowd filtering through the tunnel.Frostbite Wolves versus Shadow Reapers. The biggest rivalry in the league
The bass thumped through the walls of The Icehouse, the team’s favorite upscale club downtown. Neon blue and white lights pulsed across the crowded dance floor, reflecting off glass tables and mirrored columns like shards of ice. The Wolves had reserved the entire VIP section — bottle service flowi
The arena lights hummed overhead as the team took the ice for morning practice. The cold air bit at Liam’s exposed skin, but he welcomed it. it sharpened his focus. He skated out first, stick tapping against the ice, calling out positions for the warm-up drills. Captain’s job. Always had been.Raph







