Savage Titan: An MM College Hockey Bully Romance (North Shore Titans Hockey Book 1) by E.V. Olsen

Author:E.V. Olsen [Olsen, E.V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Alexei

My blades carve the ice as I weave through the pathetic defense, my pulse thrumming with the high of watching these losers scramble and fail to keep up. I catch the scoreboard from the corner of my eye. We’re crushing Sacred Heart 3-2.

It's a vicious bloodbath tonight but I'm dialed in, allowed off my chain to fully unleash on these hapless bastards. I smash another gutless winger into the boards.

Fuck yes.

His agony is my symphony.

"Petrov’s out for souls tonight." Walsh's voice carries over the carnage. "These bitches will be lucky to leave breathing."

I bare my teeth in a sinister grin as the ref's whistle blows. The fool on the ice gets helped to the bench while I glide over to my laughing teammates.

Jackson claps me on the back. "I think your wet dream is making snow angels in piles of entrails."

"Save some for the rest of us, yeah?" Knight pins me with a glare. "Hate getting stuck with your boring leftovers."

I crack my neck, hungry for the next wave. "If your limp-wrists can keep up, I'll gladly leave scraps to gnaw on."

Jackson smirks. “Any of this have something to do with whatever new toy you’re playing with? You know, since you're coming in at ass o'clock every morning."

"When do you ever notice what time I get in?"

"Fuckhead, you’ve stopped roaring at me for waking your cranky ass up. So, who's the tragedy letting you wet that sad dick on the regular?"

"None of your business."

"Getting your knob polished has you downright pleasant. She got a sister?" His eyes glint eagerly, ever the prowling tomcat. "I'll play nice if there's a chance for twins."

"Find your own holes to crawl inside." My smile holds no mirth, only teeth. "This one's not to be touched."

Though I turn my focus back to the game as we retake the ice, my thoughts drift unexpectedly to flushed alabaster skin marked by my mouth, to the symphony of desperate cries as I swallowed Eli’s cock last night, and to how he screamed my name when my tongue breached his—

"Petrov! Too many men!"

Fuck.

I shake off the distracting memories and hurry to the bench before we catch a penalty. Back on the bench, I down half my water bottle and force myself to focus. I can indulge those memories later. Right now, I need to concentrate on the game.

Prove to the scouts I’m worth taking a chance on.

Two minutes later, I'm back out as we kill a penalty, paired with Walsh and Knight. We fall seamlessly into familiar roles—Knight harrying the puck handler, Walsh blocking shooting lanes while I wait to exploit any opening.

Viktor bats away a blistering slapshot and mock yawns. "My dead grandmother’s got harder shots!"

Walsh gets away with hacking one of their forward’s ankles. Love when the refs turn a blind eye. Though, it’s more likely they’re just too slow to notice.

Knight swoops in, poke checking the puck away. He zips a crisp pass my way and I'm off, blowing past flat-footed defenders. Their goalie scrambles as I close in, winding up for the kill.

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