My Hated Rival Hockey Alpha

Hot not Heavy

Axel

Ivy's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as I thrust into her, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way her p***y clenched around my c**k. The room smelled of sweat and her arousal, the bed creaking under us in the dim light of my bedroom. I leaned down, capturing her n****e between my lips, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. 'f**k, Ivy, you taste so good,' I murmured against her skin, my tongue flicking over the hardened peak before I switched to the other breast, nipping lightly.

She arched her back, her fingers digging into my shoulders. 'Axel... harder,' she breathed, her voice husky. I obliged, picking up the pace, my hips slamming into hers now, the wet slap of our bodies echoing. Each pump drove me deeper, her walls gripping me like a vice, milking my length as I buried myself to the hilt. I could feel her juices coating me, making every slide smoother, hotter.

I pulled back slightly, watching her face contort in pleasure, her full lips parted. 'You know, that girl from the other night... she had bigger t**s and an ass that wouldn't quit,' I teased, my voice low and rough, knowing exactly how to push her buttons. Our thing was humiliation—getting her off on the edge of embarrassment, making her feel exposed and desperate.

Ivy laughed, a throaty sound that turned into a moan as I ground against her c**t. 'Oh yeah? You want to f**k her so badly, don't you, nephew? Bet you'd love to bend her over and pound that tight little hole while she begs for more.' The word 'nephew' hit like a spark, twisting our kink into something filthy and forbidden, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she rocked her hips up to meet mine.

“You shouldn’t call me nephew. It’s not like we are blood related aunty.” I tell her.

I growled, thrusting harder, my c**k throbbing inside her. 'Can't tease you like I want, can I? Can't make you blush and squirm the way you crave.' She was right—I couldn't fully humiliate her here, not with the door unlocked and the house full of pack members milling about. But damn, the thought of it fueled me, my balls tightening as I f****d her relentlessly, chasing that build-up.

We were lost in it, her nails raking down my back, my mouth on her neck, biting just enough to mark her without breaking skin. Then—a knock. Sharp, insistent, cutting through the haze. 's**t,' I muttered, freezing mid-thrust. Ivy's eyes widened, and we scrambled apart, her pulling the sheet over her naked body while I yanked on my jeans, cursing under my breath.

I stalked to the door, zipping up as I swung it open, ready to snap at whoever it was. There she stood—a girl with beautiful blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, sparkling eyes that locked onto mine and made me pause, just for a second. She was tiny, barely reaching my chest, but f**k, her rack strained against the fabric of her top, full and perky, and her ass... it curved perfectly, begging to be grabbed.

'What the hell do you want?' The words came out crueler than I intended, laced with frustration from the interrupted f**k. Where had that venom come from? She blinked, those eyes widening in surprise, then hurt.

'I-I'm sorry,' she stammered, her voice soft, cheeks flushing as she backed away. 'I must have the wrong room. I'll just... go.' She turned to leave, and something snapped in me—anger bubbling up, hot and irrational. Upset that she'd intruded, that she'd seen me like this, half-dressed and flushed.

'Hey, wait!' I barked, following her down the hall, my bare feet thudding against the floor. 'You can't just knock and run like some klutz. What kind of fool are you?' She didn't stop, heading toward the kitchen, and I kept on, the words spilling out. 'Barging in without thinking—rude as hell.'

She slipped into the kitchen, and I caught sight of her outfit—tennis skirt hugging her hips, a fitted top that showed off every curve, expensive brands I recognized from the elite shops in town. Her skin was flawless, soft and glowing under the light, not the rough hands of a maid. No way she worked here. Wait... I knew that face. From school, maybe? Rival pack—yeah, that rang a bell. Some princess type from the Hizes.

'You think you can just waltz around like you own the place?' I pressed, cornering her by the counter. 'Clumsy i***t, interrupting everything.'

She whirled on me then, her sparkling eyes flashing with anger, that tiny frame suddenly radiating fire. 'You're the rude one! I've had enough—I've been quiet, biting my tongue, but how dare you talk to me like this after everything you've done?'

I blinked, caught off guard. 'Do I know you?' It came out surprised, but hell, my reputation preceded me—parties, fights, girls. I'd probably crossed her path without remembering.

She scoffed, grabbing her things. 'You're an asshole, Axel. Stay away from me.' With that, she stormed out, her ass swaying with each step as she walked away. I couldn't stop staring, the way it moved under that skirt, firm and inviting, stirring something low in my gut.

Shaking it off, I headed back to my room. Ivy was dressed now, lounging on the bed with a smirk. 'Who was it?'

'Just some girl,' I said, shrugging, keeping the 'very pretty' part locked away. No need to complicate things.

Another knock—louder this time. I opened it to find Harrison, my brother, looking all serious in his pressed shirt. 'Axel, we need to talk. Now.' He didn't wait, gesturing for me to follow as we stepped out into the hall, the party noise filtering in from downstairs.

'What's this about?' I asked, but he was already launching in.

'You're losing votes, man. The pack's fracturing—can't handle more instability. You're the strongest in our line, going to be alpha someday. You can't keep representing us like some bad guy, screwing around and picking fights.'

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a drink from a passing tray—whiskey, neat—to steady myself as his words sank in. Processing the weight of it all, family expectations piling on like always. That's when I spotted her outside through the window—The girl, standing by the garden, her dark hair catching the light, looking every bit the poised beauty.

'Hey, Harrison—who's that?' I nodded toward her.

He followed my gaze. 'Celeste Harlow. Premed student, Yunos' golden girl. Human. Well, half-human.'

'Half-human?' I echoed, intrigued despite myself.

Harrison sighed, leaning against the wall. 'Her dad's a werewolf, married some woman whose bloodline skipped the curse—didn't pass it on. Seems like it carried over to the kids. He's got two daughters, both untouched by the shift. Why the interest?'

Before I could answer, Luca popped up out of nowhere, clapping me on the back with a grin. 'Cause she's hot, duh. Those legs? Killer.'

Harrison shot him a look. 'She's up for the virgin grant, Axel. Off-limits. You're a playboy—leave her alone.'

I smirked, taking a sip. 'She's a big girl. Can protect herself.'

'Still warning you,' Harrison pressed, his tone brotherly but firm.

I glanced at Luca, expecting backup—he always had my side—but even he shook his head. 'Nah, man, steer clear. She's Hize's princess. Trouble.' That only hooked me deeper, the forbidden edge sharpening my curiosity.

I grabbed my drink, ready to head out and introduce myself, when my father intercepted me, his face stern. 'Axel, time to talk business. Let me introduce you properly—'

I shrugged him off violently, my hand shoving his arm away. 'Buzz off, Dad. Not now.'

His eyes narrowed. 'Irresponsible as ever. When are you going to grow up? The pack needs you stepping up.'

'Grow up? Look at you, pushing your crap on me like I'm your puppet!' I shot back, voice rising, anger boiling over from years of this tension.

Mom—Elara—appeared then, her expression worried. 'What's going on here?'

Dad pointed at me. 'Your son's throwing a fit again.'

She turned to me, but her usual softness was gone. 'Axel, your father's right. It's time to get involved in the business. I know I side with you most days, but not this time.'

'I have something important to do,' I protested, thinking of Celeste.

She raised an eyebrow. 'I'm sure it's some girl. Whatever it is, it can wait.'

Frustrated, I stormed off, but not before overhearing two seven-year-olds at the party edge, giggling by the punch bowl. 'I dare you to sneak onto their land tonight—secret spot by the old oak!'

I shrugged it off, shaking my head at kid games. Dad called after me, 'What's up with you?'

I ignored him, downing the last of my vodka in one burn, the alcohol warming my veins. Arse, I thought, heading toward the door. Time to ditch this mess and find some actual fun.