I've thrown my body into every scrum, every brutal check, to drag my dying team back from the edge. Bruises are my badges. Loss is the ghost clawing at my throat. I bury the hunger for surrender deep, under layers of tape and grit. No one breaks me. Not the league breathing down our necks. Not her.
She explodes onto our ice like a penalty kill gone feral-rival from the powerhouse squad across the divide. Our first collision vibrates through my bones, skates screeching scars into the frost under stadium blaze. Hate should fuel me. Professional ice demands it. But in the dim locker haze, her taped fingers tremble against my sweat-slick skin, peeling away my defenses with a touch that promises ruin.
She doesn't ask. She takes. Pins me to the bench amid steam-choked fury, bodies slamming in a rhythm fiercer than any shift. "Mine," she growls, velvet thunder unraveling my growl of denial. Rival turned reluctant ally, her possessive grip wars with the fragile truce holding our worlds together. Every heated glance cracks the facade-duty devours desire, or desire devours us both.
One yield too far, and my team folds. My career bleeds out on the rink. Worse, the armored core of me shatters, exposed and craving her rebuild. I fought it like a cornered wolf, teeth bared. Now I'd scorch the ice for one more taste of her claim. How do I seize this obsession without it claiming my soul first?
A full-length sapphic dark possessive hockey erotic romance featuring a fierce enforcer and her rival powerhouse.
