Best M/m Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

“Then we need to get you out of this room before you start thinking yourself into a grave.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “There’s a hockey game tonight,” she said. “North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. He is the bad boy of the college. Rawr!”

"Need any help with that?" "I'm fine, thank you." "Come on, let me at least hold this for you." She laughed. Actually laughed. The sound went straight through me like lightning. Amber lost it completely. "STOP HIM! THAT'S OURS!" "Shut up," I hissed under my breath. But it was too late. The jealousy, the rage, the constant fighting with my wolf had pushed me to my breaking point. Marcus passed me the puck and I took off like a rocket. But instead of going for the goal, I slammed into the boards so hard the entire rink shook.

She smiled instead, a dangerous glint of amusement in her gaze, leaning closer as if her presence could soften the storm within him. But Dom didn’t move. Didn’t even glance at her. His eyes, dark and smoldering, were fixed somewhere far beyond her, on events still raw in his mind. Marcia’s grin faltered for the briefest second before she stepped closer, knees on the floor, aiming to claim her usual dominion over his cock. “I've missed you, boy. Do you miss mama?”she whined, carefully caressing his cock before planting a kiss in it, then pulled it out of his trouser, giggling still like a baby at the sight of his favourite candy.

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

CHAPTER 17 /MAVERICK/ The hockey team group chat was going absolutely wild, my phone vibrating so heavily against my thigh that I thought the battery was going to melt. I finally pulled it out while sitting in my car, expecting another stupid post-finals meme from Saige. “Bro!! I heard that Mave’s tutor is gay?” Saige’s message read. What the fuck were they on about this time? “Mave, did you know about it ever since?” “You idiot, how would he know that?” Miller sent a sticker to follow up his message. “And how do you know that he's gay?”

A low, magnetic pull tugged me toward him, and I swear to God, I wanted to obey. That’s when I remembered what Mike had always said. About mates. About bonds. About that single person that could unravel a wolf. I laughed nervously again—louder this time, trying to convince myself it was nothing. I’m human. Humans don’t mate with wolves. Especially with legends like Kane Rivers. I took a step forward. My heart pounded, my vision narrowed, and for a terrifying, delicious moment, I felt… wanted. Like I mattered. I blinked, startled at the thought.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

My pulse thudded in my ears. Marienne didn’t even flinch—she leaned forward instead, seizing the moment. “Well, if Juno’s too busy, I’m sure I could squeeze you in. I have a knack for getting people back on their feet.” Her smile was all teeth. “Especially hockey players.” My jaw clenched so hard it ached. “Marienne.” Rhett tilted his head, considering her. Then, God help me, he smirked. “Good to know. But I think I’ll stick with Juno.” His voice dipped, low and suggestive. “She knows how to handle me.”

But it was too late to hide it. “Is that a hickey?” Elsa whispered loudly. Fuck. Lucas’s eyes lit up. “No way.” Houston wriggled a little in his seat. “No. Way.” I dropped my fork with a quiet clink, resisting the urge to drag my hoodie up to my neck. I knew I should’ve zipped up to my neck. “It’s nothing,” I muttered. “It is not nothing,” Elsa shot back. “That is very clearly a hickey.” Lucas slammed his fists on the table. I flinched. A number of people near our table turned to stare at us in curiosity. “Do you have a new girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Ooh, is it someone I know?” he asked excitedly.

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”