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My stomach twisted. “I want to be up next, she is sexy,” Another guy added and they erupted in laughter. I moved closer until I could see them gathered near the field. Daemon stood in the center, tossing a puck between his hands. He looked so normal, so relaxed, like he hadn’t just shattered everything, like he hadn't ripped my heart out of my chest I gulped hard and stepped forward. “Daemon?” Their laughter seized immediately they heard my voice. “Ava, what are you doing here?”

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

Ethan his friend made the sound “Since when did we become close that you're making me this trash?” He pointed at the snack I put my all into making, it felt like my heart shattered with the flask, looking at my heart shape snack that has now broken into two, I sniffled back my tears, and was about to bent down and pick them when someone suddenly grabbed my hand stopping me, I gently turned and was surprised to see it's Kelly “Kelly?” I called in surprise “I'm here Pookie” He gave me a warm smile, and slowly bent as he picked the snack and put them back into the flask

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Neither of them looked away first. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The puck dropped.

Just me and the puck and the ice and the thing in my chest that needed to go somewhere. First defender committed. I shifted left, went right. The same move, but faster now. Fueled by something that tasted like metal and felt like drowning. Second defender tried to angle me off. I dropped the puck between my legs, picked it up on the backhand. Third defender – Porter himself. The captain who’d been grinning all night. I looked at his eyes and saw Caleb. Saw my father. Saw every person who’d ever stood between me and the thing I wanted and smiled while they did it. I faked the shot. He dropped. I went around him so close I could hear his breathing.

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

The black rubber puck had barely touched the center red line before the game turned into an immediate collision. Casper did not look at the defense formation. He did not look at the referee's hand. He launched his broad frame straight across the circle, his steel skates cutting a loud, sharp track into the fresh ice. He brought his carbon stick down with a violent force, striking Christian’s pads before the first whistle could even finish echoing through the speakers. The entire visitor bench erupted into a loud roar.

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

Me three. ***