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Noel Laurent worked too hard to lose everything now. Ravenwood Elite Hockey Academy is built for alphasâviolent games, brutal training, and a locker room full of predators who would tear him apart if they discovered what he really is. So Noel keeps his head down, keeps his long blonde hair tied back, and hides behind suppressants and scent blockers while fighting for the future he has always wanted. Then one mistake changes everything. After his first victory with the Black Wolves, Noel ends up in the wrong locker room at the worst possible time⌠alone with team captain Draco Voss. Draco is arrogant, feared, and impossible to ignore. The kind of alpha who controls the ice, the team, and everyone around him with a single look. From the moment Noel joined Ravenwood, the captain made it clear he did not want him there. Now something dangerous exists between them. A secret neither of them can explain. A mark Noel cannot hide forever. And with every practice, every game, every heated glance across the locker room, the tension between them only gets worse. Because hatred is hard enough. But hatred with a bond? That might destroy them both. AUTHORâS NOTE This story is messy, emotional, and full of tension that only gets worse the longer Noel and Draco are forced together. Expect: âď¸ hockey rivalry đş possessive alpha energy đ¤ forced proximity âď¸ locker room tension đş secrets that can ruin everything đ¤ emotional damage âď¸ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous đśď¸Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smutđśď¸đśď¸đśď¸ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on iceđ§JulianI reached for the phone without pulling out of her. Kaitlynâs eyes stayed locked on mine as I answered.âDad.ââJulian. Hope Iâm not interrupting anything.âKaitlynâs pussy clenched around me at the sound of his voice. I rested my free hand on her throat and felt her swallow.âJust home. Whatâs up?ââI need you in the office tomorrow morning. The Morrison group moved their call to nine and I want you on it. Kaitlyn will be there to brief you beforehand.âI looked down at her. She was still flushed and sticky, my cock buried inside her, listening to her boss arrange her morning while she was full of his son.âWeâll both be there,â I said. âIâll make sure Ms. Voss has everything ready.ââGood. Get some rest.ââNight, Dad.âI ended the call and tossed the phone aside. Kaitlyn stared up at me with wide eyes. I rolled my hips and felt myself thickening inside her again.âYouâre going to brief me in the morning with my cum still in you,â I told her. âIâm going to fuck you in the show
JulianI watched Kaitlyn stare at the phone like it might burn her hand. My fatherâs name lit up the screen while she stood naked in his private suite with my cum still leaking down her thighs. Her tits rose and fell with every uneven breath. The flush on her chest had not faded.âAnswer it,â I said.She looked at me. I kept my expression calm even though my cock was already starting to thicken again at the sight of her panic.âJulianâââAnswer the phone, Ms. Voss. And keep looking at me while you do it.âShe swallowed and hit accept. I stepped closer so I could hear both sides.âKaitlyn,â my fatherâs voice came through, warm and familiar. âGlad I caught you. I need the revised Morrison file first thing Monday. Can you make sure itâs on my desk before eight?ââOf course, Mr. King.â Her voice came out impressively steady. âIâll have it ready.ââYouâre the best. Donât work too hard this weekend.ââI wonât.ââGood night.ââGood night, sir.âShe ended the call. The silence in the suite fe
Kaitlyn The elevator doors opened and Richard King stepped out.My entire body went cold and then burning hot at the same time. Julianâs cum was still slowly leaking out of me onto the chair. My skirt was damp between my thighs. Richard walked toward the executive wing with his phone to his ear, nodding at me as he passed my desk.âStill here, Kaitlyn? Youâre going to work yourself to death.ââJust finishing the projections,â I managed. My voice sounded almost normal. âTheyâll be on your desk first thing.ââGood. Julian still around?âJulian appeared from the other side of the floor like he had been waiting for the question. His expression was perfectly polite. Only his eyes gave anything away when they flicked to me for half a second.âRight here. I was going over the Q3 notes Ms. Voss gave me.âRichard smiled, distracted by whatever was happening on his call. âDonât keep her too late. Night, both of you.âHe disappeared into his office and closed the door. The second it latched I l
KaitlynI stayed late on purpose the next night.Richard left at six-thirty for a client dinner. Most of the floor cleared out by seven. I sat at my desk with the same report open on my screen and watched the clock while my pulse sat too high in my throat. At seven-forty my phone buzzed.His office. Now. Leave the underwear in your drawer.I stared at the message for a long second. Then I opened the bottom drawer of my desk, slipped my hands under my skirt, and worked the lace down my legs. I dropped the damp underwear into the drawer and closed it. The air on my bare skin under the skirt felt wrong and electric at the same time.Julian was already inside when I reached Richardâs office. He closed the door behind me and locked it. The click sounded final. He was in shirtsleeves again, collar open, eyes dark the second they landed on me.âDid you do what I told you?ââYes.ââShow me.âI reached down and slowly dragged my pencil skirt up my thighs until it bunched at my hips. Julianâs e
Kaitlyn.The next day Julian showed up at my desk at 7:40 in the morning with two coffees.He set one in front of me without asking how I took it. Black, one sugar. Exactly right. I looked up at him and he just smiled like he had already catalogued that information from somewhere.âMorning, Ms. Voss.ââYou didnât have to do that.ââI wanted to. Consider it a thank you for not making me feel completely useless yesterday.â He leaned his hip against my desk again in that same way.âFatherâs in early. Heâs already asked if Iâve bothered you yet.ââAnd what did you tell him?ââThat Iâm being on my best behavior.â His eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second. âFor now.âHe walked off toward his temporary desk before I could answer. I wrapped my hands around the coffee cup and tried to ignore the way my pulse had picked up just from the smell of his cologne lingering near my chair.The day dragged. Every time I looked up he seemed to be looking back. Once I caught him watching me while I w
Kaitlyn.I was already at my desk when he walked in.Julian King. Twenty-two. Richard Kingâs only son. Tall, dark hair that looked like he had run his hands through it on purpose, sharp jaw, and the kind of confident walk that came from never having to earn a single thing in his life. He wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and black trousers that fit too well. The company badge hanging around his neck still had the plastic film on it.Richard had told me last week that his son would be interning for the summer. âKeep an eye on him, Kaitlyn. Make sure he actually works.â I had nodded and smiled and said of course. I had not expected the son to look like that.He stopped in front of my desk and smiled like he already knew something I did not.âYouâre Ms. Voss.ââI am. You must be Julian.ââJulian King. Trying to pretend Iâm useful for three months.â His eyes moved over me in a way that was just shy of rude. âMy father said youâre the one who actually runs this place.ââI
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LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. âPlease fuck my greedy pussy⌠Daddy.â My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
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