Chapter 9 Body like a god's

He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the arena, pulling me into the direction of the boys locker room, locking the door behind us.

I felt unease being in an only boys room but Aamon didn't seem bothered at all bringing me here. But then since when did he ever care about the rules, he is the fuckin son of the town's Alpha, he kinda of rules.

He begun to take off his equipment, the crowds were still chanting his name outside, I have to give him credit though he is quite good at this game, having scored four out of the five goals tonight, made him not only the best player in today's game but the whole season as well.

As he stripped off his sweaty gear, I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. I swallowed as that was the only thing that could keep me from salivating for his Perfect solid psyche, I bet he visited the gym a couple of times for him to be in such a perfect shape. Any girl would die for this but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction that I would die for it too.

When he finally took off the vest underneath, I felt my mouth go dry.

Aamon's eyes met mine, a hint of an arrogant" Am sexy and I know it smile" playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky making it harder for me to breath.

I swallowed hard, trying to look away but unable to tear my gaze from his chiseled physique. How could the moon goddess give one man such a perfect body, this wasn't fair at all to the rest of the male species.

Aamon's smile grew wider, and he took a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're staring," he said, his voice with a teasing end to it.

I felt my face heat up, but I couldn't deny it. Aamon was so damn sexy not to mention the hottest thing on the planet. I couldn't help but get drawn to him, he was like a fuckin Greek god, flowing with the highest level of testerone but as he took another step closer to me, I realized I was in trouble. Very Big trouble!

His hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer to himself, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body at our closeness. His fingers intertwined with mine, guiding my hand to his stomach. I hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but his gorgeous eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Feel this," he said, his voice low and husky. "Can this be your writing inspiration?"

My hand made contact with his skin, and I felt a rush of heat. His abdominal muscles were hard and defined, like granite beneath my fingertips. I couldn't help but explore, I touched him slightly , all over just using the tips of my fingers to feel them and for some reason it made me go wild.

Aamon leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I felt his warm icy breath dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The distance between us seemed like too much.

I heard a slight chuckle from him as he put his hand under my chin and lifted it with his fingers making me look into his electric emerald eyes, my cheeks flushed as his hands brushed my bottom lips. I was so losing it to him.

He leaned in close, our faces almost touching, this mad me panic, my heart racing so fast, I felt as if it could burst out of my chest.

His dangerously captivating eyes never left mine as he threw the vest in my face, I was quick to catch it. Here came Mr. Douchebag again.

"Take it home and wash it," he said, his voice firm leaving no room for argument. "I'll come by tonight to pick it up."

My heart sank, at his words. I wanted Aamon no where near my home even though we were practically neighbors, I would rather see him across the street than even an inch closer to my compound.

"I don't..." I was about to protest but when I looked into his eyes that had darkened a bit with a hint of threat in them, my mouth found a zipper immediately.

"If you don't," he said, his voice low and husky, making my insides melt. "I'll make sure everyone knows about our little secret. And we both know you wouldn't want that cupcake."

Another pet name, I wondered were he managed to get all of them, probably from a pro experience of being a player. I bet he had wooed so many girls with his charm but I wasn't about to let myself become victim to his little games.

I gritted my teeth, feeling trapped. I had no choice but to agree. I nodded, trying to hide my reluctance.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aamon's awarded with that victory million dollar smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he said. "I'll see you tonight."

As he turned to leave, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. What had I just agreed to?

I clutched the jersey to my chest, still warm from Aamon's body heat, it even smelled of his scent, I couldn't wait to get home and dip my nose into it, after all that is what Nixx my wolf wanted. She was pushing me to my limits and making me forsake the little self respect I had for myself.

Aamon headed into the showers so I hastily used this chance to leave the locker room, his jersey clutched tightly in my hand.

As I stepped out into the lobby, I felt a sense of danger lurking behind me. I quickened my pace, my heart racing with fear. Suddenly, I dodged to the side, avoiding a hand that reached out to grab my hair.

I spun around, my eyes locking onto Ember's twisted face. Her eyes blazed with hatred, her gaze piercing through me like a knife. I felt a chill run down my spine as she took a step closer, her fists clenched.

"You think you can have my brother?" she spat, her voice dropping with the most poisonous venom.

"You're nothing but a dirty little whore!!"