My Hockey Alpha



Enzo slowly reached over, his hand sliding on top of mine. He nodded his head in the opposite direction, indicating for us to run. I nodded in response, and began to mentally prepare myself for what could be the most harrowing chase of my life.

But then...

The rogues kept moving. They didn't seem to smell us or hear us. As I watched them continue walking down the road and eventually fade away into the mist, I was in complete

shock.

"What... How..." I muttered, turning to look at Enzo with wide eyes. Did his wolf retract his

scent, like it did when the Crescents were looking for us during the initial attack? But how did that explain the fact that my own human scent wasn't discovered? Unless... My wolf was able to cover my scent, somehow. It was the only logical explanation.

Unless, of course, they were toying with us.

Enzo and I stared at each other for a long time. Neither of us seemed to be able to make sense of it, and we were both in such a state of fight or flight that we didn't even know what to do.

But as I looked at him, I couldn't contain myself.

Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was my wolf, flickering somewhat to life. All I knew was that, at that moment, I wanted Enzo badly. And he seemed to want me, too.

For no logical reason whatsoever, I suddenly lunged at Enzo, sending him toppling to the ground. My lips met his in a flurry of passion, and I felt him moan into my mouth - or maybe it was more of a growl. I couldn't tell.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

His hands moved down my waist, then pushed up beneath the hem of my shirt and came into contact with my skin. I felt myself let out a deep sigh at the feeling of his cold hands on my waist. It instantly made me wet. I felt feral. Was this what it was like to be a werewolf? Did my instincts take over now, just as they had when I felt the rogues coming? And now, was this my primal urge to mate taking over?

I reached down, biting Enzo's lip so hard I felt the slight metallic taste of blood hit my tongue, and frantically worked at his belt buckle. He reached up to cup my breasts beneath my shirt as I worked, and once his belt was undone I ripped into his jeans and slid my hand down his pants to touch his throbbing cock. It was warm, and filled my hand. I wanted Enzo to fuck me right here on the dirty forest floor.

Enzo moaned beneath my touch. He took one hand out from inside my shirt to wrap his fingers around my throat, and at that moment I felt the same low, almost growl-like sound escape my lips.

But then, suddenly, both of us stopped when we felt the patter of rain begin to fall on our skin. It came all of a sudden, taking both of us by surprise, almost as though the forest was bringing us back to our senses and reminding us that we had a mission.

I pulled my hand out of Enzo's jeans and climbed off of him, sitting down on the forest floor and breathing heavily from our shared passion. He reluctantly buckled his belt again before

sitting up. To think that we had gotten so caught up in our passions that we nearly forgot about our task at hand made me laugh, and when Enzo saw my smile, he let out a chuckle as well before standing and holding out his hand for me.

As the rain grew heavier and the sky began to darken, we cautiously made our way back out onto the road and began to walk again. Once again, Enzo held my hand firmly as we walked.

His fingers were an unending reminder of the fact that I might never get to be intimate with him again if things went south.

I was just glad that the rain covered my tears.