POV: Chloe
The arena shook. Cheers thundered through the stadium while lights flashed across the rink. The air smelled of ice, sweat, popcorn, and hype, blending into an electric vibe that made my pulse race before the puck even dropped. But none of that held my focus.
Only Ethan did.
I sat up front, Ethan’s jersey drowning my frame. My fingers gripped the railing as I watched him glide across the ice during warm-ups.
God.
He looked unfairly good. The uniform hugged every inch of his body, showing off his broad shoulders and thick thighs. His hair was already damp, falling over his forehead while he laughed at a teammate. Even from here, I could spot that cocky grin. The crowd loved him. No, they were obsessed.
“Number seventeen is so fucking hot,” a girl beside me whispered to her friend. Another sighed.
“I’d let Ethan Blackthorn wreck my life. I’d let him tear my pussy apart.”
I nearly laughed.
“You and half the campus,” her friend replied, rolling her eyes. Further down the bleachers, some cheerleaders openly stared. One adjusted her top as he skated by, begging for a glance. He didn’t give her one. Because Ethan’s eyes found me instantly.
Even across the arena, his face lit up the second he spotted me. Heat pooled in my core as he tipped his stick toward me, his lips curving into that lethal grin that made my panties soak. The girls around me groaned in pure jealousy.
“Oh my God, he’s looking at her again.”
“Does he ever stop staring at his girlfriend?”
“Nope,” another muttered. “He’s completely whipped.”
I smiled, unable to deny it. Ethan loved me fiercely. Sometimes I wondered how he even existed. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, kicking off the finals. The energy shifted, and the crowd went wild. Players lined up. And Ethan...
God, Ethan flipped a switch.
The clingy boyfriend who always buried his face in my neck vanished. In his place stood a predator. My breath caught as he tore across the ice with terrifying speed, weaving past players like he owned the rink. Every move was precise, his muscles flexing under the gear as he worked the puck.
He looked less like an athlete and more like a wolf hunting prey. The crowd lost their minds when he slammed a guy against the boards hard enough to rattle the glass. I bit my lip.
Hard.
Damn.
Maybe it was toxic, but watching Ethan play fucked with my head. The aggression, the confidence, the raw strength. It made me embarrassingly wet. My gaze shamelessly tracked the flex of his arms every time he swung his stick. The veins in his forearms popped under the lights, and every sharp thrust of his hips sent heat straight to my clit. I crossed my legs to chase the ache.
Big mistake.
Because Ethan suddenly snapped his head up, looking right at me. His golden eyes narrowed. Shit, his werewolf senses. I forgot how terrifyingly sharp they were. Even from the ice, he could smell my arousal. A second later, his deep voice slid into my head through our mind link.
“Bad girl.” He groaned. My cheeks burned instantly. I ducked my head, hiding my smile.
“Quit teasing me with your slick scent,” Ethan warned, his tone rough with lust. “Or I’ll drag you under the bleachers right now.”
I bit back a laugh. “You’re playing the finals, Ethy.”
“I know,” he fired back through the link. “Which is why you need to stop thinking about my cock while I pin grown men against the glass.”
I choked. Heat flooded my face as I glanced around, paranoid someone could hear him.
“Cocky wolf,” I teased, rolling my eyes.
He grinned wickedly, tasting my embarrassment. Then he played even harder. Like he needed the game over so he could claim me. The other team was dead meat.
Within minutes, Ethan stole the puck, flying down the rink with blinding speed before slamming the winning shot into the net. The arena exploded. The buzzer blew. His teammates tackled each other while the crowd roared. But Ethan barely blinked; his eyes were already hunting for me.
The second he spotted me at the railing, a possessive darkness flashed across his face. Then he vanished from the mob. I barely had time to blink before heavy arms wrapped around my waist from behind. I gasped.
“Miss me?”
I spun around, laughing breathlessly as Ethan lifted me off the floor. His body radiated heat beneath the gear. His chest heaved from the game, sweat soaking his collar. He looked devastating.
“You were amazing,” I whispered.
Ethan groaned against my neck before crushing his mouth to mine, stealing my breath. The kiss was downright filthy. The roaring crowd blurred into background noise.
“You’re killing me, Chloe,” he rasped against my lips. “You have no idea how hard you made me out there.”
I smiled innocently. “I was just watching the game.”
“Liar.” His hand clamped down on my hip. “I could smell your wet pussy from the ice,” he growled.
My core pulsed instantly. Ethan’s eyes darkened with sick satisfaction at my reaction. Without another word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me through the packed hallways beneath the stadium.
“Ethan,” I laughed, struggling to keep up. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he said.
The deeper we went into the restricted hallway, the quieter it got. Suddenly, Ethan wrenched a door open, shoved me inside, and locked it. I blinked. It was the coach’s office. A leather couch sat beside a cluttered desk. Ethan immediately backed me up until my spine hit the door.
“Coach is busy celebrating,” he grunted, resting his forehead against mine. “Which means we have this room to ourselves, cupcake.”
That nickname turned my legs to jelly. His large hands slid down my waist to squeeze my ass.
“You wore my jersey knowing exactly how hard it makes my cock,” he accused softly.
I smiled. “Maybe I wanted your attention.”
“You own all of it.” The raw truth in his voice made my chest tight. Ethan kissed me again, slower but way more dangerous. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me against his heavy erection, grinding his hips into mine like he was starving for it.
Outside, the team’s cheers echoed faintly. But inside this room, it was just us. And judging by the hungry way Ethan stared at my lips, he planned on burying himself inside me before we left.
“I can’t wait to introduce you to my brother, Chloe. He’s the most important person in my life,” he murmured, his excitement bleeding through his rough voice.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” I whispered back.