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Stone abruptly forgot all about the world outside. Everything he needed in this moment was here in this hotel suite. And when the shyness tried to come creeping back, he pulled shut his mental curtains to block it. \u201cI have\u2026 a request,\u201d said Stone. After all, wasn\u2019t this why Khasanov had invited him here?<\/p>\n

\u201cI also have request,\u201d said Khasanov. His dark blue eyes bored into Stone\u2019s gold-flecked ones. \u201cStop talking.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m\u2026\u201d \u201cJust do.\u201d And Khasanov untied the belt of his bathrobe and let the whole robe drop to the floor, revealing his entire body, nude and muscled and perfect. Stone took a deep shuddering breath. He reached out one trembling claw and cupped Khasanov\u2019s face, his strong jaw and smooth-shaven skin.<\/p>\n

He trailed a bony finger down the man\u2019s cheek, then his neck, his nearly hairless chest, taking it all in. With his ancient predator\u2019s eyes he noticed the small details. The slight pucker of Khasanov\u2019s dusky-rose nipples as they hardened. The curve and ripple of the muscles beneath his skin. Tiny hairs that stood at attention like soldiers. The beat, beat, beat of his heart in the pulse point where his shoulder met the line of his neck.<\/p>\n

A prehistoric urge rose in him. Stone set his nostrils against the vein where Khasanov\u2019s pulse beat faster with each moment, breathing in the man\u2019s scent. Rip? Tear? Eat? There was a bass growl in Stone\u2019s throat. He thought of the living muscle and bone beneath the man\u2019s skin, how delicious it would be, how juicy, how metallic the blood would taste\u2026 \u201cYou smell like steakhouse,\u201d Khasanov murmured with amusement, stepping away. The moment shattered. Stone\u2019s head spun and his shoulders sagged.<\/p>\n

How could he have been so careless\u2026 \u201cIt is good thing I like steak.\u201d<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or genetically modified, is entirely coincidental. No dinosaurs were harmed in the making of this book. Several were pleasured. Copyright \u00a9 2026 Lola Faust. All rights reserved. ISBN 979-8-243-99447-7 First edition, 2026 OceanofPDF.com CONTENT NOTICE Homophobia, biphobia, homophobic language and slurs (Russian and English), Canada, Canadians, Canadian media, gun violence, death, mild- to-moderate limited-scope gore, voyeurism (lack thereof), sports, toxic masculinity, Russia, Chechnya, rain (a lot), Vancouver, Yaletown, Gastown, seagulls, Seattle, anxiety, being picked last for a sports team, fainting, tuna melts, dinosaurs (genetically modified), Kyle, assholes (physical and metaphorical), organized religion (assorted), athleisure, hyperlocal brands, international brands, poetry, hockey OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 1 June 2013 \u201cOn to the next draft pick.<\/p>\n

Are we ready?\u201d The announcer\u2019s voice boomed from the TV into the living room, which was entirely full: thirteen humans and one dinosaur, sprawled on couches and sitting cross-legged on the floor. Stone and his family. Every one of them silent and still, the air humming with anticipation. They\u2019d known Stone wouldn\u2019t be in the top 20, no matter what. But now? Now it wasn\u2019t totally impossible. \u201cI love you no matter what,\u201d whispered Stone\u2019s adoptive mother to him, stroking the downy feathers on his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a long shot. Raising you was worth it, even if you never make the MLH.\u201d \u201cWhat your mother said,\u201d added Stone\u2019s adoptive father, a pleasant bald man with a slight midlife paunch and a ready grin. \u201cWe love you, son. No matter what. You\u2019re ours and we\u2019re so proud of you.\u201d \u201cWith the 23rd overall pick in this year\u2019s MLH Entry Draft, first round, the Seattle Barracudas are pleased to select\u2026\u201d No one breathed. This whole thing was a total long shot, Stone knew. Even so, he couldn\u2019t stop his heart from racing.<\/p>\n

Could it be possible? Could the league really be open to someone like him? Could the world? The tip of Stone\u2019s tail, thick and muscled and agile from both genetic engineering and lots of good old fashioned gym time, flicked nervously back and forth across the carpet, enough to rustle up some static electricity. Please please please please \u201c…Ruslan Khasanov, center, from Terek Grozny of the Chechen Junior Hockey Conference.\u201d God fucking damnit. Khasanov. Of course Khasanov.<\/p>\n

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