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As nice as it is to know I’m not actually dead, the sensations are too overwhelming.
Abe doesn't give me space, though. He steps in again, closing the gap between us. “Let's try both.” He strokes a lock of hair back from my goggles. I shake off his touch, and he grins.
I smile back. A saccharine smile in which I try to convey all the hatred I have for the school, this town, and Abe. “Touch me again, and I will take you down, Abe Oakley,” I say in a soft suggestive tone.
For a moment, I swear his grey eyes take on a strange glow. They get lighter–almost ice blue.
I'm not afraid of him, but it sends a shiver down my spine.
To cover it, I push away from the chemistry lab desk, grab the hall pass by the door, and flounce out of the room.
I feel that laser beam gaze on my back the entire time, even after I've disappeared from his sight. Once I can breathe freely again, I consider why it is I don’t tell Abe that I have a boyfriend. If this is his pathetic attempt at flirting, that knowledge should make him back the hell off.
I’m not keeping options open for when I break up with Luke–the task I’ve been putting off for weeks.
It’s not because of those washboard abs or broad shoulders. That pirate smile.
It’s definitely not because I enjoy his attention.
It’s probably just that he doesn’t deserve that much personal knowledge about me.
Yeah, we’ll go with that.
Chapter Three
Abe
The scent of the human’s arousal makes me feverish.
The ice princess isn’t frigid.
I scented her arousal in class today when I suggested giving her pleasure. Or was it the promise of pain?
Hard to say what brought about her reaction; all I know is that it both satisfied my wolf and increased my need to dominate her.
Which is why I can barely contain my wolf during football practice. I need to shift and run off this crazy energy.
“Oakley!” Coach Jamison bellows when I catch the ball and plow down the field knocking my teammates out of the way. When I cross into the end zone, I jump ten feet in the air to spike the ball.
“Cool it, Abe,” Coach Jamison growls. We're not supposed to show our superhuman strength at school or during any game. But I can't fucking help it. Ice Princess is under my skin.
Which makes me need to get under her skin. I’m dying to figure out where her pain points are. What makes her haughty facade crumble.
I want to hurt her. The way her body responded when I mentioned the combination of pleasure and pain has my mind going down a perverse road now.
My teammates, catching my energy level and responding to their alpha, hurtle themselves my way, attempting to dogpile me.
Bodies fly through the air knocking into me. I knock and throw them off, but the whole team works together, and soon I’m on my back, pinned by a dozen laughing packmates.
Boys will be boys, as they say. Male wolf aggression has to be let out in some way. Especially in high school when hormones and females drive us mad.
“Oakley.”
It's Wilde, my older brother’s best friend, and our new assistant coach. He’s two years older than I am. I respond to his authority more than Coach’s, for some reason. Maybe because my brother is like a god in our household, so Wilde, by association, represents what I’m supposed to aspire to.
I’ll never live up to Austin with his perfect grades and academic scholarship to ASU, but Wilde’s even bigger. He got a full football scholarship to Duke, but he’s back home because he fucked up, and that’s why he’s here helping coach the team at the moment.
Coach Jamison and Alpha Green all think I might be able to do even better than Wilde. Of course, my dad wants me to play in-state, so he can monitor my condition in case it gets worse. I’ll be right back to living in Austin’s shadow there, the kid brother with the defect he has to hide from the pack.
