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Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

It was beautiful to watch her in her element, to see the smile on her face when she got the perfect shot. "So, Liam." She asked when they turned into a quiet street. "Hm?" "What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened during a hockey game?" Liam laughed. "Oh... that's a long list." "I've got time." He thought for a moment. "There was one game where our rivals proposed to his girlfriend right in the middle of a game. And she rejected his proposal!" Aria burst into laughter. "No!" Raphael snorted. "And his team still lost the game."

​He closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting mine in an intense, consuming kiss that held all the fear, triumph, and passion of our journey. ​His mouth was firm and demanding, his large hands holding my waist to lock my hips against his broad frame as the transport vehicle accelerated through the Vancouver city streets. The physical contact was total, the surface friction of our skin generating a constant, grounding heat in the quiet cabin, leaving no doubt that we were completely, beautifully unbreakable.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

It had been exactly three winter seasons since his soul had entered the binding mating contract with Finn Reyes, and their shared territory had never pulsed with a more vibrant, harmonious pack frequency. The high-velocity chaos of the professional ice hockey world was currently locked in its brief summer hibernation circuit, leaving the star alpha entirely anchored to his domestic sanctuary. A sudden shift in the wind carried a rich, intoxicating scent of charred hickory and seasoned meats from the massive brick pit near the pool deck, instantly triggering a sharp spike of hunger within Val's biological centers. He adjusted his linen shirt, his hand instinctively brushing against the solid

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

His hands gripped her hips, controlling the rhythm. The ever slow dry humping turned frantic, their clothes became a frustrating barrier as pleasure coiled tight again, their moans mingling as they both chased release together. They lay tangled after, watching the sun dip lower, wildflowers swaying in the breeze. “I’m going to take you to City Aurora. You need to see it all while you are here” Johnny whispered. Charlotte kissed him with excitement “I’d really love that”

The couple in the corner leaned forward, their expressions curious. Jeffrey hunched lower in his seat, pulling his cap down further. "I'm not" he started. "I know you're not," the guy said, still grinning. "But you definitely are." Brielle watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed over her chest. She could see how uncomfortable he was, how desperately he was trying to disappear. But something about the situation felt like karma, like the universe had decided to pay him back for being an arrogant asshole this morning. "He's right," she called out, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "That is Jeffrey Kyler. Star player for," She paused, pretending to think. "The hockey team. You know the o

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.