Romans & histoires Best M/m Hockey Romances

He fucked me face-to-face, eyes locked, whispering filthy praise and quiet confessions between thrusts. By the time we passed out, I was plugged with another load and curled against his chest, his big arms locked around me like he’d never let go. The rumors were getting louder. Management was watching. But lying there with Ryder’s heartbeat under my ear and his cum inside me, I realized I didn’t care. This thing between us was bigger than hockey. Bigger than fear. And I was done fighting it.

Liam sat beside him, lifting a foam puck gently into the air and letting it drop again. “Boom puck.” Jake glanced back at them while driving. “You two are going to give the entire supernatural world a headache.” Alex smiled faintly from the passenger seat. “They already have.” Back at the Cabin When they reached the cabin outside Vancouver, the forest was silent except for the crunch of snow under their boots. Brody stepped out of another truck behind them. “Well,” he said, stretching his shoulders, “that was the weirdest hockey game I’ve ever attended.” Jake smirked.

I had been alone for so long, hiding my true self and here they were, these cold hockey stars, making me feel seen in the most dangerous way. Finn's fingers finally reached the underside of my breast, cupping it through my sports bra, his thumb brushing over my nipple. It peaked instantly under his touch, and I bit my lip to stifle another moan. "Fuck, you're so responsive," he growled, pinching lightly, just enough to send a sharp pleasure-pain through me.

Isn’t he suffocating? Then I remember River’s words when he said Rylan is the ugliest man the universe has ever recorded. How ugly is he? I don’t think he’s ugly though. His eyes are beautiful, sharp jawline, sexy abs and then his cock… My cheeks burn with something that I don’t want to mention. I shake my head, trying to remove that sinful body from my mind. The puck drops, and instantly the scrape of skates and the thud of sticks echo like war drums. Lucien, the captain, shoots across the ice with blistering speed and soon the team are all trying to pass, shoot and hit.

Marielle's POV “Victory! Victory!“ The cheers of the crowd echo through the rink. The college ice hockey team—the Blackridge Ice Wolves—has just won the tournament that qualifies them for the championship that will take place in the next four months and yeah… we are celebrating. The ice hockey players pull off their jerseys—revealing their sexy abs and tattoos—and wave them in the air while sliding across the ice. Despite my weight and the tightness of my cheerleading uniform—a short blue pleated skirt with a white shirt—I jump for joy, waving the pom-poms in my hands. I’m not only excited for the victory, but also excited because… finally, my mate—Rylan Ward, prince heir of the Blackridge P

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

Inside, the VIP area, it was louder, more chaotic and there were luxury drinks everywhere. There was a group of men looking so fly, amongst them was a man who wore an expensive fur-robe. He had male-strippers around him. "Rally! Didn't think you'd be here tonight" Elliot called, smirking. "Are you kidding me? This is my home." Rally laughed loudly. He stood up and pulled Elliot into a brotherly hug. Then his eyes shifted, they landed on Nervous Jade. "Jade Riccio" "One of my favourite hockey player. You'll forever remain goated, my guy" Rally said with a grin and pulling Jade into a brotherly hug.

God, I did. Once, at junior league hockey camp, I landed a backhand so clean it felt like it sliced the air itself. Moretti glanced my way and said, “Nice shot, Bennett.” That offhand compliment just a few words sent me floating. It was the first time hockey became more than a game. More than a dream. It became a pulse in my veins, a fire I couldn’t ignore. I followed him obsessively after that camp, every stat, every highlight reel, every interview. God, it’s mortifying to admit now, but I even had a picture of him pinned above my desk. Every glance twisted something in me, something I couldn’t name then. I told my mom about him, gushed about his skill, his charm…how I misread him entirely.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.