Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

But what made my eyes dim wasn't the fact that she is on Kael's jersey, but beside her is his hockey stick. My eyes lingered on it. I felt like taking it. The both of them must have been together all this while I couldn't find him. Therefore, he's going to come for it, and she would be the one giving him. I bit my lips, sucking in a harsh breath. The urge to slam my feet on the tiled floor and scream into the open air that he's my mate and she should back off grew high. I reeled it in. No! I can't do that. It's not entirely her fault my male isn't accepting me.

As if that’s not bad enough, now they are kissing at hockey games, like some madly-in-love couple. I hate it. I hate it so much. I do not wish to let them get away with it so easily. There’s got to be something I can do. That is when I see him, tearing across the rink. All six foot five, hunk of male sexiness. Even in gear and paddings, it’s easy to make out the form of Aiden Cross, hot on the enemy’s tail. He’s feral in his pursuit and my breath hitches as he steals the puck from the enemy’s stick. He switches direction with the swift grace that only a pro can pull off and the crowd is going crazy as he passes the puck to another player. The Omega team pass the puck to one another, gliding

I grinned, "That right there's what I love about hockey...suck that dick...suck it...get it all rock hard for your ass!" Turned on by his sexy moans and gurgles, I started humping his face, "Mmmm...guh...guh...uhhhh...guh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...mmmm!" After another round of face-fucking, I pulled out and let my hunky, hockey-buddy catch his breath; he grinned, "Mmmm...love it when a cock takes my breath away like that." My cock stiffened with his remark, but then he punctuated it with one more long, sensuous trip down the shaft, as I moaned, "Fuccccccck!"

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

Halloway’s gravelly voice called my name and then: “Skylar Reed assigned to the hockey team support program.” I froze. The hockey team. Not just “support,” but the actual team. And I swear my heart did something suspiciously similar to what it did when Ryder scored his third goal. Mixed feelings, anyone? On one hand, yeah, I got to be near Ryder. On the other hand… responsibility, sports schedules, potential chaos. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. And then there was the added bonus of watching Ryder in full alpha mode 24/7, which was… distracting, to say the least.

Garrett’s POV The arena was packed with more people than I’d ever seen at a hockey tournament before. Everyone wanted to witness the final match…..the Fornon Pack against the Ashford Pack, the two strongest teams on campus. The stands were full of students, faculty, and representatives from various supernatural communities who’d come to watch the spectacle. I didn’t care about any of them.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

"Hockey fans all over have been dying to know 'what’s your type?'" I gave her a deadpan look. "Hockey pucks." Laughter rippled through the room, but she wasn’t finished. "What about in bed?" Beside me, Ethan coughed, obviously enjoying himself. Some of my teammates grinned, sensing blood in the water. A brunette with glasses leaned in, voice smooth like she was narrating a scandal. "Yeah, Logan. Do you have a kink?" A few of my teammates jumped in immediately. "Oh, he’s definitely got one."

"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."