All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The locker room buzzed like a live wire.No one was shouting or hyping each other up, but there was an electricity under the air, a tightness in every breath, every movement. The kind of focused tension that came only before the final fight.Lukas sat at his stall, elbows on his knees, taping his stick with slow, methodical precision. Around him, the guys shifted in their own rituals. Voro stretching like a machine about to be unleashed, Josh pacing, Becker muttering to himself as he re‑did the same knot in his skate for the fourth time.Noah and Milo were whisper‑bickering in the corner, probably about nothing, but the way Ethan hovered nearby told Lukas he was ready to step in if anyone so much as breathed wrong on Milo.The air was cold, metallic with the scent of sharpened steel, sweat, fresh ice drifting in from the rink doors every time someone walked past. The overhead lights hummed. Equipment clattered. Gloves slapped against thighs. A heartbeat of sound and tension.The leagu

Mac still didn’t know how the hell his life had changed so fast, but every night for the past few weeks, he’d gone to sleep with Ell Hanley curled against his chest and Theo snoring softly in a bassinet beside the bed. It felt like he’d slipped into someone else’s dream.The first night back at his place had been… rough around the edges. Ell had hovered in the entryway like she didn’t know whether she should take off her shoes or sprint back to her car. Theo cried every time Mac even looked like he might put him down. Mac, trying to play it cool, had pretended he wasn’t two seconds from having a heart attack over whether his house was clean enough or smelled too much like protein powder and hockey gear.By the second night, they found a rhythm.Ell claimed the left side of the bed. Theo’s bassinet stayed within arm’s reach. Mac learned how to warm a bottle one‑handed while bouncing Theo on his hip. Ell learned where Mac kept the spare blankets and that he made a disaster of the kitch

Aiden barely got the car into park before Lukas had the door open. He practically launched himself onto Mac’s front lawn, adrenaline still buzzing through every vein like he hadn’t just played sixty minutes plus celebrations.Mac burst out the front door at the same time, meeting him halfway across the yard.“WE WON!” Lukas yelled.“WE FUCKING WON!” Mac shouted back, grabbing him in a crushing hug that lifted Lukas clean off the ground.They spun once like idiots before Mac set him down, both of them laughing so hard Lukas felt light-headed.“I can’t believe you missed it, man,” Lukas said, punching his arm lightly. “Championship game! The game of our lives!”Mac shrugged, grinning like an overexcited golden retriever. “I played enough games this season. I’m still taking credit.”“Hey,” Lukas said suspiciously, “you didn’t leave my sister to look after your baby so you could come out here and celebrate, did you?”“Theo’s asleep.”“…Good answer.”Mac clapped Aiden on the shoulder as he

Lukas’s hand slid from Aiden’s waist to the bottle he’d abandoned on the counter. He shook it once, then flipped the cap with one thumb, slicking his fingers again. The sound alone made Aiden brace harder against the couch.“Relax,” Lukas murmured, his voice low enough to vibrate down Aiden’s spine. “I’m a professional... I'll have that sample out of you in no time.”Aiden felt the first glide of warmed lube at the small of his back, Lukas’s fingers tracing deliberately downward, slow enough to make him shiver. His other hand wrapped around Aiden's cock in a slow, deliberate stroke that punched the breath out of him. Lukas held him there, stroking lazily as his other hand slid between his cheeks, spreading lube with long, confident sweeps meant to soothe as much as tease.“God, you’re tense,” Lukas breathed, leaning in to kiss the nape of Aiden’s neck. “Trust me, masturbation is my specialty.”Aiden exhaled shakily, gripping the couch cushion. Lukas’s fingers circled him, gentle at fi

A month later, Aiden and Lukas walked through the entrance of the Stormriders’ facility, Lukas veering toward the locker room with a backward grin while Aiden took the quieter corridor to the observation level.It wasn't official practice, but Lukas was still rebuilding his fitness under Aiden’s relentless supervision. Months later, he was better than ever but still chasing perfection.Aiden slipped his hands into his coat pockets as he made his way toward the elevated viewing deck that overlooked the rink. It was peaceful up there on weekends. No staff bustle, no drills, just the hum of the refrigeration system and the echo of skates cutting into ice.He’d only made it halfway when a familiar voice called out behind him.“Aiden.”Aiden turned to see Sterling Belmont approaching from the far hall, dressed more casually than usual—T-shirt, jeans, hair slightly tousled like Noah had run his hands through it before he escaped.Aiden lifted a brow. “Sterling. Didn’t think you worked weeke