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“Yeah, no,” I whined, so close to coming from those shadowy tentacles jerking me and flicking at my frenulum. Another tugged gently on my sack, and a third played with my nipples.

How is that even possible?

“Mmm, that’s right. Come for me, my strong viking. What a big, beautiful man you are. And such a little slut for me.”

Five months ago, I might have punched him in the face for calling me this. Now I pulled him down on my chest, needing him closer.

“Yes!” I groaned, shifting my legs to make more room for him. “Fuck, yes, I’m a dirty little slut for my raven. Fucking let me come. Please.” I whined like a fox in heat.

So fucking close.

Max hummed and leaned in to kiss me. “I know,” he breathed into my mouth, dipping his tongue inside as if to retrieve his words from it again. “I know you need to paint your beautiful body with your cum. Come on, make a mess of us, my love.”

My stiff cock was wedged between our bodies, and the steady drooling of precum made his feathers all slippery.

I had no means of holding out a moment longer.

With a curse on my lips, I dug my head into the mattress, my body arching up as cum erupted from my cock, pulsing between us and making for an even slicker slide. The shift of my hips brought our cocks together, the bumps rubbing on my skin and prolonging my orgasm. His body bucked on mine.

“Arne!” Surprise tightened his features. With a sigh he came too, his cum sticky and hot.

“Hot bird dude?” Max grinned at me, then kissed me on the lips.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “The shadow guy didn’t seem to be into it.”

“You are so fucking cute, my sweet little Danish.”

“I’m not little. I’m six five.”

His damp curls brushed my cheek as he buried his face in my neck. “You hang out with Decks too much.”

“Why? Just because we bonded over being the same height and into bird dudes?—Ouch!”

He bit my neck again, more gently this time, and licked over my stinging skin.

“Ich liebe dich,” Max mumbled, as if he needed to try the words again in his native language, to taste them on his tongue. They seeped into my skin, travelling through my veins until they reached my heart from where they spread out into the most remote parts of me. Every beat of that treacherous muscle just for him.

Ich liebe dich.

“We should probably sleep.” Max ran his nose down to the hollow of my throat, inhaling my scent. “I love it when you smell of sex and of me.” He trailed deeper, nuzzling my chest hair before moving on to my pec. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t keep my hands off you. Or my mouth,” he added as a mumbled afterthought. Then he wrapped his lips around my nipple. His gentle sucking had me half hard again in seconds.

“If you’re too tired, I’ll leave you be.”

“No, Raven. We will squeeze every single wonderful moment out of this holiday. Eight months…”

Thirty

Max

Iknew exactly what Arne meant. In eight months, I would hopefully have signed my contract with the Pumas. That’s when we wanted to tell the team, Jerke, and our fans.

Damn. What will Marie say?

My sister is three years younger than me and has always been my best friend. It sucked to lie to her. But I wasn’t ready to share Arne with the rest of the world, especially since my ex-boyfriend lived in the same tiny village on the border between Germany and Austria as my parents. They had always loved Tobias. He came from a wealthy family, and they had liked the idea of me being with the son of someone influential.

They had never stopped me from playing hockey, but in their opinion, it wasn’t a proper career. Almost twenty years ago, when I’d gotten hooked on the game, nobody could have foreseen the popularity hockey would gain in Central Europe.

For the last two years of my career, I had played an hour southeast of where I’d grown up. Being scouted by Jerke, and getting the chance to play in Veitsreuth, had been an enormous accomplishment in my career.