All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Lukas woke to sunlight filtering through expensive curtains and the slow, pleasant throb of well-earned soreness spreading through every muscle. His body was heavy, used, and aching in the best possible way.He blinked, momentarily disoriented, then exhaled a low laugh as the memories started hitting him in vivid flashes. Aiden’s mouth, Aiden’s hands, Aiden inside him, so deep Lukas had sworn out loud. More than once.Jesus.He let his head fall back against the pillow with a groan, stretching one leg and wincing slightly at the ache that flared. Yeah. That definitely happened. Several times.He remembered being on his back, knees hooked over Aiden’s shoulders, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles ached. Aiden had thrust into him deep and slow, his stare pinning Lukas in place, making him watch.Fuck.Round two had Aiden on his stomach, Lukas pressing in from behind, gripping the back of his neck. Lukas had taken his time, made him feel every inch, made him moan into the pil

The flight to Seattle was uneventful, just how Lukas liked it. A few hours of quiet, noise-canceling headphones, and half-napping against the window with the hood of his Stormriders sweatshirt tugged over his eyes. By the time they landed, it was early evening, and the city was painted in grays and golds.They were bussed from the airport straight to the arena. Jess, their team manager, led them inside and gave them a couple of hours to kill before the evening skate. Instead of heading to the locker rooms right away, they were directed to one of the arena’s conference spaces that had been temporarily repurposed into a player lounge.It wasn’t glamorous, but it was stocked with snacks, drinks, and a couple of rolling massage chairs someone had managed to drag in. One wall had a big TV playing an old game rerun on mute, and a few of the guys were already camped out with plates full of chips and mini sandwiches.Lukas grabbed a bottle of water and joined Mac at one of the tables. The roo

Lukas sat half-dressed in the arena medical room, cradling his right arm in the makeshift sling while his phone buzzed on the bench beside him. The throbbing in his shoulder had dulled to a manageable ache, thanks to the painkillers, but the frustration simmering beneath his skin was nowhere near so easy to numb.He hated this part. The waiting. The talking. The bureaucracy.Across from him, Jess paced with her cell to her ear, expression unreadable but sharp. Coach Jensen stood nearby, arms crossed, exchanging quiet looks with the medic.Lukas didn’t need to hear both sides of the call to know it was about him.“I get that, Dr. Grant,” Jess said, voice low but firm. “But I want to make sure this isn’t a rush job. We need someone good. He’s a core player, and frankly, a stubborn one.”That earned her a dry look from Lukas.She turned, catching it, and lifted a brow like she dared him to argue.“He's in Crestwick?” Lukas finally asked, breaking the silence. “You found someone local?”J

There was another knock at the door.Aiden stepped back just as it opened, and the Stormriders’ owner entered with the kind of effortless authority that silenced a room.“Dr. Grant?” he said, offering his hand. “Sterling Belmont. Thank you for hurrying down on such short notice.”Aiden accepted the handshake, composed. “Of course. Glad I could be here.”Sterling’s gaze flicked to Lukas. “Everything going alright in here?”Lukas didn’t hesitate.“I need a new doctor.”Sterling’s brows lifted slightly. “Why?”Aiden hesitated. “Ah. This is… a little awkward. A few days ago, Lukas and I had an... 'encounter'. In Crestwick.”He glanced at Lukas, then back at Sterling. “I take full responsibility. I’d be happy to recommend another physician and reimburse the cost of—”Sterling simply answered. “I understand.”A beat passed. Then his eyes narrowed just slightly.“Dr. Grant, does this 'encounter' affect your ability to treat Hanley?”Aiden blinked, caught off guard. “Not technically. No.”“Al

Lukas hated this.He hated the sterile hum of the clinic lights, the way the paper on the exam table crinkled under him, the faint antiseptic smell that clung to everything. But more than anything, he hated the fact that Aiden was the one guiding him through it."Sit back," Aiden said gently, one hand on his shoulder, the other at his elbow as he adjusted Lukas's position. "Let your arm relax."Relax? Fat chance.Lukas tried. He really did. But the second Aiden's fingers brushed along the inside of his bicep, he felt his breath stutter. His cock twitched. It was humiliating.Aiden crouched to check the alignment of his elbow. Lukas could feel his breath, warm and measured, against his skin."You're too tense," Aiden murmured. "Try to let it fall naturally."Lukas swallowed hard. “How ‘bout a massage first?”Aiden didn’t flinch. Didn’t smirk. Just repositioned him again, careful, efficient. Professional.And still, Lukas couldn’t help it. The way Aiden adjusted the angle of his wrist,