My Hockey Alpha

Nina

“Ever since we slept together, I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

Enzo’s words sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of his muscular body, the smell of the lingering sweat on his skin… I wanted to sink my teeth into him.

Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. The way it was constantly pulled into a subtle smirk made me feel weak, and the way he licked his hips made me feel like collapsing into him and letting him do whatever he wanted with me.

I was leaning closer to him and I didn’t even realize it until our lips brushed.

By this time, it was too late to back out. Enzo pressed his lips against mine and pushed me up against the lockers with his large body. I dropped my clipboard, and he dropped his towel. He reached for my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, stooping to lick and nibble at my breasts. I let out a soft moan, leaning my head back against the lockers behind me.

This was wrong… but it felt so right.

Our secret rendezvous was cut short, however, when the sound of the locker room door opening and slamming shut shocked us out of our lust. Enzo grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself while I pulled my shirt back on.

“Oh! Sorry,” a male voice said. I looked over my shoulder with my shirt half on to see one of the other hockey players, who I recognized as being called Logan, standing in the doorway and averting his gaze.

I looked over at Enzo, but he was gone. How did he move so fast? Just a moment ago, he was standing beside me — trace. and now he was gone without a

“Uh… no worries,” I replied, pulling my shirt on the rest of the way and trying to hide my mixture of embarrassment and confusion. “I was just… drying my shirt. I spilled water on it.”

Before Logan had a chance to respond, I snatched my clipboard up off the floor and scurried past him with my gaze fixed on the floor. I beelined for the exit and burst out of the arena into the chilly autumn afternoon air, letting out a sigh of relief. Enzo and I almost got caught in the locker room, but maybe that was a good thing. Hooking up again would have been a very, very bad idea,

a guy, maybe a little older than me, with short blonde hair and wearing an argyle sweater vest. He was

he said, flashing me a

I said, crossing over to the table with

analyzing the

through the paperwork. We were silent for a while, each absorbed in our own work, until

as efficient and #Chapter 17: Wolf Ports strong as his teammates… And when I compared his results to the national average,

How was this possible?

stumped I looked, because he came around the table to look at what I was

head. ” Are you sure your data

nodded. “I’m positive,” I replied. “I was very careful while I was collecting

studied it closely. “Ugh, Enzo,” he said with an eye roll. “His results are always skewed. I’ve always thought that

don’t sound like much of a fan,” I

senior assistant, you

was intrigued. “What sort of

his arms. Curious about Enzo Rivers, huh?

head and bent over my work

say that there are certain rumors,” James said as he circled back around to his side of the table. ” Rumors about a certain hockey team only being so successful because a certain somebody

widened. “Are

sure, but Enzo is still a rookie. He basically just appeared out of nowhere and was suddenly the school’s heartthrob and a famous hockey star. It all just seems a little fishy to me… And same

some reason, the grad

snapped. “I saw him perform today.