Best M/m Hockey Romances นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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The bond between us stayed steady even in the middle of the war. The sudden spark of our bond flared up my spine, a wave of sea salt cutting through the cold stadium air. Noah’s eyes met mine through his visor, burning with pure, unyielding devotion. "Nice try, Bennett," I muttered as we skated past each other. "Just getting started, Cross," Noah replied, his voice rough and steady. During a stoppage near the penalty box, Noah skated past the New York bench. His gloved hand dropped, his fingers brushing my hip beneath my heavy padding. The touch was quick, hidden from the refs, but the biological heat between us burned like wildfire.

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"We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance." "Why are you fighting this?" "Because it makes us soft!" I shouted. My voice cracked in the room. "Look at what happened in Boston. You saw me take a hit. You lost your mind in the tunnel. You took a six-game suspension because you couldn't control your alpha instincts. If we start playing for love, we lose our edge. We become vulnerable." I gripped the comforter. My knuckles turned white against the silk. "The hockey world is waiting for us to fail," I said. My teeth ground together. "The media wants to see the fated couple fall apart on the ice. The only way we win is if we keep this professional, a biological match to beat t

"Even if I hate it. You're fucking mine." The dark, possessive words pushed me over the edge. With a loud, broken cry, my body shattered into a million pieces, climaxing violently around his length as the mate bond flooded my brain with paralyzing pleasure. A second later, Kael let out a deafening roar. He drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt. His Lycan knot swelled instantly at the base, locking our bodies together as he released his hot, thick seed deep inside my womb, claiming my biology in the most primal way possible.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

My fingers almost brushed his again, and a faint hint of his scent—something like cold mountain air and expensive cologne—hit my nose. This was pathetic. I’d been around lethal, attractive wolves before without losing my composure. Take Ronan Hardfang, for instance—dark, dangerous, and a favorite of the district scouts. Or Lucien Winstorm, a literal wolf-god with blue eyes and platinum hair. Then there was Garrick Warclaw, who looked like a recruitment poster for the High Alpha’s guard. They all made heads turn, and I’d always been perfectly cool under their gaze. So why was I suddenly fumbling over a guy in a borrowed shirt?

“Then, don’t get caught.” The bump on his neck moved as he swallowed. “If you get caught, we won’t exact the Alpha’s wrath even if he’s your father.” The reason I was going into the hockey team was to win, but when I reached Maxton College, it was Cameron Vaughan waving at me with a smile, the most sexy smile I have ever seen on his face. Or maybe I was the one hallucinating about it, but Cameron was sinfully handsome. The moment he narrowed his head at me, I had to check myself, I slapped my cheek for smiling so hard at him, and the pants.

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

This private version of him I always saw; unguarded, comfortable, real. I rounded the corner. I stopped breathing. Lucas. His hands were tangled in blonde hair. His mouth on someone else's mouth. Kissing her like this wasn't his first time or even new to him. I stood there, my legs shaking slightly and my head spinning with both shock and confusion. She pulled back just enough to smile. It was Mara Rivers, sharp and beautiful, the girl who smiled at him and waved at every game. Mara Rivers, the sassy cocky bitch.