Monster Pucked (Pucking Monsters #2)

10. Ehrokk

CHAPTER 10

EHROKK

“ F lurry! Flurry! Flurry!” The team chanted.

Tonight, we played in the first game of the Claw Classic. It went into overtime, and when it was still tied, it came down to a shootout.

Most goalies would find that situation nerve-racking, but I loved shootouts. They’re zen compared to the absolute mayhem of an actual hockey game, allowing me to trust my senses and fall into a trance.

I was so locked in, and with Flurry taking the shootout, the Brawler’s didn’t even stand a chance.

Now that the game was over and we were back at the hotel, there was only one thing on my mind. Or one person, rather.

Marco.

We’d only been dating a short time, but this trip was showing me how much I hated being apart from him, and this was the beginning of a long, travel-filled hockey season.

Flurry clamped a hand on my shoulder, giving it an affectionate, yet slightly aggressive, shake. “Way to save the fucking game, man,” he shouted over the chaos.

“No, that was all on you,” I said, draping my arm around Flurry’s shoulders.

“Stop being so modest.”

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a minute?” I asked. If there was anyone who understood what it was like to be away from those you cared for, it was Flurry.

“Of course. Let me grab us some beers,” he said, pulling two Cryptid Lites from the massive refrigerator in the hotel party room. “You look like you could use a drink.”

For the conversation we were about to have, I definitely needed a drink.

I also needed some quiet.

“Let’s go out on the terrace,” I suggested.

Flurry followed me outside, into the cold and away from the raucous partying.

He popped the cap off a beer, passing it to me. “What’s on your mind, bud? You’re looking awfully glum for a guy who blocked the most important shot of the evening.”

I took a long drink, then let out a deep sigh. “How do you do it? Spending time away from Klaus and Holly?”

Flurry took a swig of his beer and nodded. “I figured something like this was on your mind. I remember those first games away from Klaus and Holly. The first few games away from the baby. It's tough.”

“I’m just worried it’s going to be too much for Marco. And he isn’t going to want to wait for me.”

“It’s easy to get that in your head. If I know Marco like I think I do, he wouldn't have made things official without the intention of keeping this going.”

“I worry I’m not good enough for someone like him.”

“Has Marco ever said that?”

“Well—no.” I was always the pessimist, the self-deprecating one.

“And he would never. So you need to let that go. You know—have you ever considered that you and Marco might be… mates?”

I sputtered, nearly choking on my beer. “Mates?” I asked.

Flurry nodded. “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around. Trust me, when I found out Klaus was my mate, I had a hard time believing it, but the draw I felt toward him was undeniable. The affection. The chemistry.” He let out a dreamy sigh. “It was electric, and it was the same when we met Holly.”

Fated mates.

I was so caught up in my own insecurities I completely overlooked the fact that the pull I felt toward Marco could be because we were fated mates.

“They’re so rare among orcs. I didn't think that sort of thing would happen for me.”

“Ehrokk.” Flurry laughed. “You have got to work on your self confidence. I can’t think of anyone more deserving of love than a giant softy like you.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. Have you talked to Marco about it? Asked him how he feels about you?”

“I mean, we’ve made things official and I know he has feelings for me, but I don’t know ifthey’re that deep.”

“Well,” Flurry said, “I’m not saying you need to rush and have this conversation right now. But you’ll have to eventually.”

A tiny voice in the back of my head whispered, “ What if he rejects you? ”

Flurry must have been able to read my expression. “Ehrokk, I know Marco. Everything is going to be okay. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“I’ll try to.”

Flurry pulled his phone out of his pocket, his fluffy brows drawing back when he lit up the screen. “Shit. I’ve gotta go. I had Holly keep Noelle up so we could Facetime after the game. She and Klaus will be pissed if I keep them waiting.”

“Tell them I said hi.”

He drained the rest of the beer and gave me a little wave. “Will do.”

I watched him disappear through the sliding door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Were Marco and I really fated mates?

Since our first kiss, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind, but did that really mean we were meant to be together?

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Marco was calling.

“Hi,” I answered awkwardly. Outside of my mom, I wasn’t really used to receiving phone calls.

“Hello, darling,” he said, making my heart flutter. “Is now a good time?”

I glanced inside at the absolute mayhem the team was up to. It was cold as fuck on the terrace, and I wanted to give Marco my undivided attention.

“Let me go up to my room and I’ll call you right back.”

“Okay.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Talk to you in a bit.”

Pushing through a mob of drunken teammates, I made my way to the elevator and took it to my room on the eighth floor.

I closed the door behind me and flopped onto the monster-sized bed. Marco was the only thing on my mind and gods, I wanted to see his face.

Would it be awkward if I video called him?

If he didn’t want to, he could always decline...

Fuck it.

I pressed the button for video, awkwardly staring at my ugly mug in the corner of the screen while I waited for him to answer.

After a few moments, his handsome face appeared. He was propped against the headboard of his bed, obviously shirtless, with wet, unstyled hair. He must have just gotten out of the shower.

“Well this is a surprise,” he said with an amused smile.

“I, um, wanted to see you. I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay. I wanted to see you too. You played amazing tonight.”

“You watched the game?”

He snorted. “You’re my boyfriend. A world renowned hockey player. Of course I watched the game.”

I dug my tusks into my lip, fighting back what I was sure was an embarrassing grin.

“You were sexy as hell, blocking that shot in the shootout especially.”

“Yeah?”

He shifted slightly. “Absolutely. I had to watch the entire game with a raging hard on.”

All my blood rushed straight to my cock, making it painfully hard.

I tried to reach down and adjust myself discreetly, but with the way he was smirking, it was obvious Marco knew what I was doing.

“Does your cock need some attention, darling?” he asked.

I palmed myself through my sweats, letting out a loud groan when my hand pressed against my knot. “Yes, Daddy. It hurts.”

“Pull down your pants and show me.”

I switched to the back camera and tugged down my sweats, letting my cock spring free. It was flushed and throbbing, the knot at the base already starting to swell.

Marco’s face lit up, his tongue darting out to swipe across his soft lips. “Beautiful.”

It wasn’t the sort of compliment I was used to receiving, and even though it was about my cock, it still made me feel confident. Sexy, even.

I grabbed my cock, giving it a slow stroke.

Marco’s eyes narrowed. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“Daddy, please,” I whined, playing up my desperation.

“Not yet.”

Marco’s phone shifted, the rustle of fabric echoing through the speaker.

What was he doing?

Was he…

He flipped his camera, giving me a perfect view of his cock.

Fuck.

“Don’t you wish I was there, darling?” he asked, stroking himself. “Wrapping my hand around your thick cock?”

The thought of Marco’s soft palm gripping my shaft, his fingers struggling to surround my girth, sounded like absolute heaven compared to my rough hands.

I nodded eagerly before remembering he couldn’t see my face. “Yes. Fuck, I want that.”

“Show me how you want me to touch you.”

“Like—like this,” I said, my voice breathy.

I fisted my cock, jerking it fast, grazing my knot with each pump.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I panted.

Marco matched my rhythm, furiously stroking his perfect cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breathing brought to mind images of Marco breeding me, fucking me rough and feral on New Year’s Eve. The thought of it was too much.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I rasped, feeling my body tense.

“Squeeze your knot.”

“If—if I do that I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” he growled.

I gripped my knot, giving it a little squeeze but it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge.

“Harder,” Marco commanded. “Come with me, darling.”

I stroked myself again, this time squeezing my knot hard, imagining it was inside Marco’s tight ass, locking us together.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Daddy,” I panted.

“Come, darling. Now .”

With one more stroke, our gasps echoed each other as I came. Hot cum spurted over my hand, my body jerking as pleasure rushed through me. Marco’s groan was music to my ears as I sank into euphoria.

My chest heaved as I melted into the bed. I picked up the phone and turned the camera around so he could see my face. He did the same, offering me a pleased smile in return.

“Good boy,” he rasped. “I can’t wait to see you, darling.”

“I miss you,” I whispered.

“I miss you too. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”