Novel & Cerita Yuri On Ice Fanfiction

“And now entering the ice—Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington! USA's rising dual-type sensation, Chicago's pride and even the pride of Filipinos. Fast, flashy, dangerously talented, and yes, Demidov’s favorite rival. With him, is his team Chicago Frost Titans” The crowd screamed so loudly that the rink shook. Kensington skated a slow arc, letting the wind magic curl around him as diamond shaped frost weave across the wind just enough to be dramatic. The cameras loved it, and the fans loved it. Yaroslav hated yet loved it at the same time. He hated how he has the perfect image as a magic wielder ice hockey player that he isn't but love him for how he shines on the rink and how Kensington seems to gl

Oleg said and bite his earlobe, causing him to throw his head backward clearly affected by Oleg’s touch “ If so then, admit you love me, huh? Do it? You know you’re so attracted to me,” Yuri said and kissed his neck, while his hands slowly slide into his pants, as he started to rub his hands around the briefs which covered his member. “Fuck,” he cursed as affected by what Yuri was doing to him. It was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t going to lose to his boyfriend. “Hmm,” he moaned out and held his hands, slowly taking them off his pants with a smirk on his face.

“Layla, I think you have abandonment issues. Liam was never good for you. Xavier is. You should be hap—” My blood boiled. “What the fuck?! The girl who got herself pregnant and abandoned by a man is now telling me to be happy—” Slap. The sting exploded across my cheek before I even registered her hand moving. Yuri’s eyes blazed with anger. “I knew you would never understand.” Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. “After you ruined my life, I don’t think I owe you understanding anyway. Take care of yourself and your child, Yuri. But don’t ever come in front of me again.”

The sound of his voice sent goosebumps trailing down my skin and a new feeling suddenly sparked between my thighs. I didn't think I should be talking to someone as high as the Lycan, but I wasn't doing okay and so I shook my head slowly, and managed to mutter, "I'm not." His hand came to my forehead and he groaned, "you're so hot." There was a deep frown on his thick eyebrows, his green eyes growing darker. I think my face must have been very red, I felt so hot. It felt as if there was a fire burning me and his touch made me feel cool. Can you touch me a little more, I thought to myself.

Americus shouts over the noise, throwing an arm around my shoulders with enough enthusiasm to slosh hot chocolate onto my sleeve. I look out at the ice. Freshly surfaced. Brilliant white under the arena lighting. The Yale Bulldogs logo at center ice, the boards carrying the marks and scuffs of a rink that has been used seriously for decades. I know this ice. I was standing on it less than a week ago, attempting a single toe loop on a knee that could not hold the landing. It looks different from up here. The teams emerge from the tunnel to a wall of sound that hits hard enough to make me blink.

The shock of the cold is instantaneous, numbing his tongue as he rolls it against the roof of his mouth, preparing himself for a different kind of game. Mia is lying there, a living masterpiece of soft curves and porcelain skin. As Elias looms over her, his massive, athletic frame throws a deep shadow that seems to swallow her whole, turning her into the focal point of his entire universe. The sudden, searing cold of his touch makes her gasp. "Ah!" Mia flinches, a violent shiver racking her body as Elias presses the ice—held between his lips—against the delicate, warm skin of her waist.

The sheer size of him, the strength, the violence he carries so naturally on the ice, all of it restrained beneath the unbearable tension of obedience freely given. Waiting. Not weak, never weak. That’s what makes it devastating. I imagine stepping closer, trapping him between my naked body and the wall, until there’s nowhere left for him to look except at me. Imagine sliding one hand around the front of his throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel the immediate shift in him, the sharp inhale, the pulse jumping hard beneath my palm while his expression goes perfectly still. God. In the fantasy, he melts under command with terrifying grace, like he’s spent his entire life waiting for s

he whispered, his voice dropping into that dangerous, velvet tone. Selena froze, her hands resting instinctively on his broad shoulders for support. She looked up and found herself drowned in those piercing blue eyes. They were so close she could see the silver flecks in his pupils. Is this jerk really Sam Valenti? she wondered, her mind a complete fog. The same arrogant man from yesterday? Or am I still dreaming at my desk? She could feel the heat of his palms through her blouse, pressing into her waist. The world around them vanished; there was only the sound of her frantic heartbeat and the scent of his expensive cologne.

Iris screamed, her voice drowned out by the noise, but I could read her lips clearly. She was sending the video. Before the upload bar could finish, a loud sound echoed across the ice. Ryan had skated at full speed toward the side wall. Without slowing down for a single second, he launched his entire body over the four-foot plexiglass barrier, landing hard on the floor in full hockey gear. The crowd shrieked in shock. Ryan stalked straight toward Iris like an enraged predator. Iris gasped, backing away into the metal railing, but she wasn't fast enough.

“He makes us run suicides on ice. Suicides. On. Ice.” “Sounds like cardio with extra humiliation. Love that for you.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Obviously. Someone has to enjoy it, since you clearly aren’t.” Isaac retorted. I sighed. “The man’s a sadist. Yesterday he made us sprint on the ice until I swear I saw stars. Then when Samantha was late this morning, she got stuck with extra drills, which meant I had to keep up so she wouldn’t collapse.” I said.