All Chapters of A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Riven.I knew she had been calling for a while, but I wasn't ready for any of those calls. I saw them, but I didn’t take them, because I had a lot of troubles going on in my life, and a forced Luna was a huge part of it.As I approached the door of this bright hallway, she saw me, and I could see the bright smile on her face as I walked towards her.“Riven!” she called, giggling towards me, her hands wrapping themselves around my neck. My hands stiffened by my side. My wolf clawed at my chest in agitation.“Baby, I had been waiting for you,” she said in a sad baby voice that made me cringe.Funny. She was waiting for me when it wasn’t like I told her to wait.“Sorry, Lara, I was at the site. Had a few things I wanted to sort out before tomorrow,” I replied with a calm, tired voice.“But I called your phone,” she insisted, her breath fanning my face.“Oh…” I responded, feigning surprise.I slid my hand into my pocket, like I was trying to fetch my phone for the first time today. I broug

Riven.What? Coming over to where? There’s no way he meant that he was coming here, right?My fingers worked on my screen.Me: Coming over to where?I walked over to my bed, taking a seat with my eyes still glued on the phone. I didn't want Ford mocking me again.Then his message dropped.Sky: Your dorm.My dorm? No. Inasmuch as I would not mind being in the same place with him, I didn't want him here again.Ok, that was a lie. I actually wished he wasn't pulling those stupid stunts.Somehow I wished he actually meant that. But I wasn't going to tell him that.Me: No. You are not coming here.Delivered, read, typing…Sky: Too late…I huffed. Too late? What did he mean by too—Ding dong!The doorbell rang, jarring my thoughts off my phone. My eyes snapped back to the door.Who could that be?It was already late. I had an urge to reply Sky before I answered the door. But before I could,Ding dong!The doorbell rang again.I stood up from the bed, moving to the bedroom door. I walked stra

Sky.His hands went to the band of my pants, moving swiftly. He unbuttoned it, unzipped.I could sense the hesitation in his hand as it hovered on my waist.“You don't do it, you're not getting this release,” I said, flickering my thumb on the tip of his cock again.His breath hitched.He looked back at me, giving me one last glare. He took a deep breath and his hand dove in, eyes down, watching his own hands. I adjusted myself, leaned backward just a little.And then I felt it, his hands connected with—Fuck!Waves of pleasure surged through me. He brought it out. My pulsating member. I felt my throat go dry for an instant. His hands, hard and firm, wrapped around it.My eyes went down, catching the sight clearly with these wolf eyes. His head raised up, his gaze meeting mine.“Now what?” He asked, a little reluctant.A small smile formed on my face. “Follow my lead.”My hand on his cock moved, as I stroked up and down, short, slow strokes. His hips bucked again, arching himself furt

Riven.“Misplaced it,” he murmured.I scoffed, “You misplaced it? Or you did away with it during your numerous dates?”I felt him pause. Then he turned, facing my back now. But I didn't look back.“Numerous dates?” he asked. “With who?”He was asking me who?“You know who. You're not that dumb,” I retorted.“Alex?” he asked.Oh… that was his first guess. So they really were a thing. Nice.A soft chuckle left his mouth. “Do you mean Alex?” he asked again.“I didn't say that. You did,” I spat.Then I felt him adjust himself. “Really…?” He paused. After a short second, “Riven, are you jealous?”What?I turned my head, partially facing him.“Jealous? Of who? You? Or your boyfriend Alex?” I scoffed. “You sure are an idiot,” I said, turning back.Is he being delusional? Why would I be jealous of their little gay, stupid thing?“So why do you care about my dates?” he asked. “And if I recall vividly, you obstructed my date once. And I knew it was intentional, Riven.”That was true. But it was

Riven.I… I wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but I knew… or I felt like I knew he wasn't going to be stupid. At least not now.This is shameful. Parting my legs for a guy, but I had to do it.I slowly and lazily dragged my legs apart. Not too much, but until my instinct said it was enough.He moved. While on his knee, he settled on my parted legs.His hand rested on my thigh. He looked from his hands to my face. A wicked smirk appeared on his face.His hand moved, drawing one straight, slow, sluggish line. Electricity ran through me.My heart was pounding in my ear.His finger got to the destination. I watched him. My mouth dry. It moved around my base. Not touching my cock yet, I was a twitching mess.I just wanted him to touch—His finger wrapped around my pulsating cock. Warm…“Fuck,” the curse flew out of my mouth.“Look at me,” he warned, softly.His hand moved up, stroking up, covering its tip, and down. Slowly…“Ahhhhh….” The moan escaped my mouth. But he didn't look at me. Hi