Page 11 of Alpha Gray

No dice. As soon as I open the door to the locker room, I see him. That fucking prick, Gray, standing beside the bench in a towel and looking like a sex god. Seeing him shirtless for the first time, he doesn’t look how I expected.

He looksbetter.

Small beads of water still cling to the broad muscles of his chest and his six-pack abs. The towel hanging from his waist dips down below his Adonis belt, the v-shape beckoning.

Shit, is my mouth hanging open?

I snap it shut, then take a step into the locker room, the door swinging closed behind me.

I’m hoping that Gray didn’t catch my appreciative reaction to seeing his body, but a little smirk crosses his lips that tells me otherwise. I’m immediately irritated that I’ve just unintentionally inflated his ego further.

“Well, well,” Gray growls, his eyes trained on me. “If it isn’t my favorite recruit.”

I roll my eyes. “Favorite recruit to torture, maybe,” I bite back.

I look away, determined not to give this asshole another moment of my attention, and stroll over to the end of the long bench, dropping my clothes that I brought to change into.

“Oh, I think you like it,” Gray retorts, his voice low. I snap my head in his direction, tossing him a dirty look.

“Go fuck yourself,” I say, casually striding over to the row of showerheads and twisting one of the faucets on.

I start back toward the bench to wait for the water to heat up, but before I can reach it, Gray’s there, blocking my path. His huge forearms are folded across his chest and he’s staring down at me. If looks could kill, I’d be a goner.

I glance up at him through my eyelashes, biting my lip.

Shit. He’s mad. I just can’t keep my mouth shut, can I?

Slowly, I turn around, heading back for the shower. Maybe he’ll just leave me to it and walk away. A girl can dream, right?

I reach out to test the water, and as steam begins to rise from the stream, I can feel him prowl up behind me. I whip around and he slams a hand against the tile wall, caging me in between his arm and the hot spray of the shower. My breath catches in my throat as I gaze up at him. I should be frightened, but as he towers over me, half naked and drawing heavy breaths, I’m… turnedon.

“That mouth of yours just keeps getting you into trouble,” Gray rasps. A low growl starts in his chest.

I lick my lips, my breathing ragged. “Seems that way,” I say, wrapping my arms around my chest to secure my towel.

Gray inches closer, dropping his head beside my ear. I can feel his breath on my neck and my knees start to get a little wobbly. “What are we going to do about that?” he murmurs.

Get it together, Fallon.

This big wolf is all up in my space and I should be intimidated.

I should be cowering.

Butwhyam I soturned onright now?

Gray

If I sensed she was scared, I’d back off- but even through the heavy steam in the air, I can smell her arousal. She fuckinglikesthis, and from the way my dick’s getting harder by the second underneath my towel, so do I.

It doesn’t make sense. I don’t stand for this kind of disrespect. I should punish her with extra patrols and laps to run. I should throw her out of training camp. But all I want to do is rip that towel off of her body and fuck her right here, up against the shower wall.

I pull back to look down at her and she peers up at me with her big blue ‘fuck me’ eyes, her lashes fluttering.

“I… I don’t know…” she says, her breath coming out in short little pants.

She drops her hands from her chest and places them on the wall behind her, angling her hips toward mine. Her lips tip up into a mischievous smirk

I’m acutely aware of the fact that someone could walk in at any minute, but I can’t pull myself away from Fallon. Something about our bodies being in close proximity feels right; I’m drawn to her like a magnet. My wolf is howling, pacing, and I’m trying my best to shove him down and tune him out.

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