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OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 46k Views

Pucking Up the Ice

They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world. Nobody could stand to watch them together. Nobody could look away either. Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose. The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely. Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other. Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.
June_Calva81 · 761 Views

Velvet Chains: Transmigrated to a Forced Marriage with an Elven Prince

It was a moment, one heroic act, one flash—and Ashton found himself in a world that shouldn’t exist—but somehow, it does. Probably. Confused, shocked, terrified for his life, he accepts the role fate and the queen have thrust upon him: to pretend to be a woman and marry the prince. Before he can catch his breath, they’re already leading him to the bridal chamber… „Ashton felt a tightness in his throat. He shivered. It was a man. Fully. In every way. And he was going to spend the night with him. Only now did it hit him, with brutal clarity, what this scene meant—this bed, these rose petals, the dress, the veil. He’d known before, but he hadn’t really understood what was about to happen. He’d still thought it was a dream, but when he saw the prince… Ashton’s body reacted first. His muscles tightened instinctively. His thighs clenched. His fingers dug into the silk of the skirt. In a moment, he was going to lose his anal virginity. Anal virginity. Words he’d never even thought in his mind before, now exploded in his head like a sentence. The man was beautiful. That was true. His presence pulled at the eye, magnetic and heavy like a storm. But beauty didn’t soften the fact that he was a man. And Ashton was one too. This whole situation had nothing to do with fantasy, nothing to do with a game, nothing to do with desire. It was a calculation for survival. Escape. The thought flickered like a spark. The door. The guards. The walls. Blood on marble. Fear extinguished it immediately. If he wanted to live, he had to surrender. In a panic, he began scanning the room. Wasn’t there anyone who could save him? Of course not! Who in this world would care about his fate? The man approached the bed and sat on the edge. The mattress sank under his weight. Ashton felt the shift beneath him. He bit his lower lip. The prince’s hand rose slowly, touching his shoulder. The touch was warm. Slow. Sensual. Ashton shuddered. THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! Fear screamed in his head, heavier than concrete. The prince’s hand slid upward, toward his neck, then his cheek, as though testing the texture of new fabric. The man leaned in. He smelled like jasmine and amber. His breath brushed Ashton’s ear. “Relax,” he whispered softly. “I won’t do that to you. But I have to touch you in a few places. They’re watching. They have to see.” The words slid into him slowly. I won’t do that to you. The air rushed back into his lungs in a sudden, trembling breath. But could he trust him? Maybe the prince just wanted to calm him down because he didn’t like drama in the bedroom? Ashton swallowed hard.
AmberFullMoon · 816 Views