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  1. Public Bookmark 50

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    "Luca’s eyes were trained on the bulge of Shane’s throat as his dick filled the space. He let out a shuddered moan and went to steal a glance at Ilya. When he flicked his eyes up, he was startled to see Ilya already staring at him- pink-cheeked, half-lidded eyes, mouth open ever so slightly as he rutted his hips into Shane.

    Luca felt fucked raw, like every dark, perverted fantasy he’d ever had about the pair- about Ilya- had been splayed out on the bed in front of him. Ilya’s lips turned up to a degrading smile, Luca’s gaze now transfixed on him as he slid his hands down Shane’s thighs to his hips. "

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    After stumbling into a situation where Luca is allowed to watch Shane and Ilya fuck, he learns the true meaning of friendship.

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    Hollanovaas fuck woohoo down and dirty

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    10 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

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    Luca should go.

    He knows he should go, and he knows that his right foot takes a half-step back, but—

    Shane makes a terrible sound that will haunt Luca’s dreams for the rest of his life, and then he hisses, “You’re the one who got rock hard because a kid who has a crush on you called you papa in front of the press.”

    Then, Ilya laughs, and shoves inside.

    “And you’re the one who’s about to come just because I called him mama.”

    This definitely isn’t what Freud was talking about.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Shane rolls his eyes while he types. You have the wrong number.

    Unknown: ok lol. wyd later

    Shane: Dude, knock it off. I’m not whoever you think I am.

    Unknown: then howd you know im a dude? if i am “stranger”...

    Shane braces one of his elbows on the doorframe. Trust me, I can tell. Hoping it’ll scare them off, he adds, I’m also a guy. Just FYI.

    But all they come back with is:

    Unknown: oh yea? r u hot?

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    08 Jul 2026

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    I am in hell, Ilya thinks. He's awkwardly hard in his cup and layers of gear. He can't focus. How the fuck is Hollander functioning like this? Is he actually so gifted at hockey that he can play at this level and still have space to let the sex demon in his brain run rampant? Is this what he's like all the time? (Now with bonus ch 2!)

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    08 Jul 2026

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    The thing about sex with Ilya Rozanov is that Shane can’t chill out about it.

    The predator that lurks under his skin is unable to settle, fighting endlessly against his hands, his touch, the feeling of his fingers curling at the nape of his neck. It's always a fight, even when Shane tries to be good, some sharp-tongued creature stirring in his chest, his instincts fired up and honed on the ice.

    Ilya, he thinks, enjoys it.

    OR: Shane's rut arrives. So does his bloodthirstiness. And, even worse, his honesty.

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    06 Jul 2026