All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hello readers,This story contains light omegaverse elements, specifically the alpha and omega dynamic between characters. Please note that this is not connected to werewolves, shifters, or any supernatural mythology in any way. There are no transformations, no heats, no mpreg, and no fantasy world-building. Think of it simply as a biological personality dynamic where alphas are naturally dominant and commanding, while omegas are more reactive to that energy. Everything else is grounded in the real world. Just two rival hockey players, one rink, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. Enjoy 😊RivenHis hand closed around my throat the moment my last teammate walked out.One second I was alone in the locker room, still coming down from the high of the final buzzer, and the next I was shoved against the metal lockers with Kael Dravin’s fingers locked around my neck like he owned it.Like he owned me.“I’ve warned you, haven’t I?”His eyes were red. Not the tired kind of red. It was the

RivenKael stood up.I exhaled for the first time in what felt like several minutes. "Finally." I watched him straighten, fully prepared to watch him walk to the door, open it, and remove himself from my apartment and my evening and ideally my entire life.He walked toward me instead.I pressed back into the sofa as he closed the distance, stopping close enough that the situation happening in his joggers was now approximately level with my face. I snapped my gaze sideways so fast I nearly strained something.“Can you just fucking leave my apartment?” The words came out through my teeth. “I will call security. I mean it.”My phone was on the cushion beside me. I reached for it.His hand came down and sent it skidding across the floor before my fingers made contact.“What the hell—” I turned, furious, and my face met the unmistakable outline of his dick before I’d completed the thought. I hissed and looked up sharply.Kael was smirking.He had the kind that lived on the face of someone

KaelRiven was trembling.Not in the obvious, dramatic way. It was just these tiny, barely-there tremors running through his thighs where my forearms rested. His breathing had gone shallow and ragged, like he was trying to hold it together and failing miserably. His cock was still straining hard against the front of his shorts, the damp spot at the tip darker now, spreading slowly. Fuck, the sight of it made my own dick twitch again even though I’d just come minutes ago.I stayed crouched between his legs, close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body, close enough to smell the sharp, clean scent of his arousal mixed with whatever soap he used. My hand hovered just above his thigh, not quite touching.“Huh? What do you say?” I asked, my voice low but edged with impatience now. I was done playing nice. “You want me to help you or not?”He stayed stubbornly silent, eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder, jaw tight, cheeks flushed dark. The internal war was written all over his face

KaelThe door to my apartment clicked shut behind me, and the quiet hit harder than it should have.The drive home from Riven’s place had been too fucking long. Every red light gave my brain too much time to replay the way he’d looked when he finally came — wrecked, flushed, gripping my arm like he was scared I’d stop, moaning even while he tried to pretend he hated every second of it. My cock had stayed half-hard the whole way back, remembering how hot and slick he’d felt inside those ruined shorts.I tossed my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and dropped onto the edge of my bed. The towel I’d worn earlier from the shower was long gone, replaced by loose gray sweats that did nothing to hide the fact that thinking about Riven still had me interested.I grabbed my phone.Me: I got home already.The reply came faster than I expected.Riven: Who is this?I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. Of course he was going to play this game.Me: Can you at least pretend to know?Riven

RivenThat morning, I felt like absolute shit.Exhausted didn’t even cover it. My eyes were gritty, my body heavy, and my brain kept replaying last night on an endless loop no matter how hard I tried to shut it down. Kael’s stupid voice, his stupid hand wrapped around me through my shorts, the way he’d looked up at me with that filthy smirk while I fell apart like some desperate idiot. The wet heat of my own cum soaking into the fabric. The way I’d gripped his arm like a lifeline.All because of that nuthead.I groaned and dragged myself out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom. I wasn’t going anywhere today. No practice, no errands, nothing. Just me, my couch, and a long nap to recover from whatever the hell had happened last night. That thought actually made the corner of my mouth twitch into a small, tired smile as I squeezed toothpaste onto my brush.I was mid-brush, foam in my mouth, when my phone started ringing from the sitting room.I sighed around the toothbrush. Please don’t be