Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Micoy grabbed Elisa's wrist right after the brawl and pulled her toward the back exit. Blood still trickled from a cut on his lip. "Move fast! Cops will swarm this place any minute."

She yanked her arm but kept up. "Let go of me! You just half-shifted in front of me. What the hell are you, Micoy? Some kind of monster?"

"Save the questions for later," he said, shoving open the door. His black luxury SUV waited under dim lights. He opened the back door and pushed her inside. "Adrenaline's pumping. I need this, and I know you need it too. I can smell it."

Elisa tried to sit up. "This is crazy! We said business only."

Micoy climbed in after her and slammed the door. "Business includes keeping our story believable. Now spread those legs." He dropped to his knees on the floor, shoved her skirt up, and ripped her panties aside. His mouth attacked her immediately, tongue licking deep and hungry.

"Oh shit," she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. "Slow down. Someone might see through the windows."

He looked up, lips shiny. "Let them. You're mine for this deal, remember? Taste so sweet when you're mad." His tongue circled her clit while two thick fingers pushed inside her. "Talk to me. Tell me how much you hate wanting this."

"I do hate it," she gasped, hips rocking against his face. "You're arrogant and dangerous. But don't stop. Right there… yes!"

He sucked harder, fingers curling fast. "That's my girl. Get loud! Tell me what you really think of the beast."

"You're too much," she cried, body shaking. "Too rough, too wild. I'm gonna… Micoy!" She squirted hard, soaking his chin and the seat. He kept licking through it, growling in satisfaction.

Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her around. "On your knees. Ass up against the glass." He freed himself and his dick dangling stretched as he thrust into her in one hard stroke. The SUV rocked as he pounded deep.

"Fuck, you're tight after that," he groaned. "Feel me stretching you? This pussy was made for me."

Elisa pressed her hands on the cool window, panting. "Harder. If we're doing this, make it count. But this doesn't mean anything."

"It means you're stuck with me now." He gripped her hips, slamming forward. "Say it. Say you like getting fucked by the guy everyone fears."

"I like it," she admitted through moans. "I shouldn't, but I do. Deeper. Make me forget how insane this is."

He reached around to rub her clit. "Good. Cum again while the world might be watching. Seal this fake flame!" She shattered around him, crying out his name. He followed right after, filling her completely.

They collapsed in the backseat, breathing heavy. "Clean up quick," he said. "Morning practice comes early."

"I hate you!" Elisa rolled her eyes.

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The next morning at the arena coffee shop, Elisa sat across from Micoy. She dabbed antiseptic on the cut above his eye. A few fans watched from nearby tables.

"Hold still, you big baby," she said softly for show. "My boyfriend can't go around looking like he lost a war."

Micoy smirked. "Boyfriend, huh? Sounds almost real when you say it. Does your boss buy this caring girlfriend act?"

She pressed a little harder than needed. "He better! Because I need this job. Why do you even need a fake relationship? You seem to enjoy your groupies well enough."

He caught her wrist gently. "Pack pressure. My kind doesn't just date for fun. We mate for strength, for alliances. My alpha wants me tied down to someone who looks stable. Keeps the rumors quiet. You fit the bill…smart, tough, and already sniffing around our secrets."

Elisa lowered her voice. "So I'm a convenient tool? Wow, that's great. What happens if people find out you're not fully human?"

"Then we both lose," he replied. "But tell me, why chase wolf stories so hard? You got family secrets or just chasing glory?"

She sighed. "A little of both. My brother disappeared after poking around shifter rumors years ago, and I need answers for that. This deal gets me close without you killing me for asking."

"Fair enough," Micoy said. "I'll share what I can. But no full truths until I trust you. Now kiss me for the cameras. Make it look loving."

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss stayed longer than planned. "There, happy?"

"Getting there." He grinned. "Practice starts soon. Come watch your man work."

Meanwhile, on the ice, Micoy dominated as enforcer. He slammed an opposing player into the boards with a vicious check. The crowd cheered.

"Stay out of my zone!" Micoy shouted at the fallen player. "Next time I won't be so nice."

His teammate skated over. "Easy, Micoy. Coach says tone it down."

"Tone it down?" Micoy shot back. "This is how we win. You want soft play, go join another team. I protect what's ours."

From the stands, Elisa called out during a break. "Nice hit, babe. But try not breaking anyone today?"

He skated to the edge. "Can't make promises. Some guys need reminding who runs this ice. You taking notes for your article?"

"Every second," she replied. "But seriously, that check looked personal. Everything okay after last night?"

"Last night was just the start," he said, wiping sweat. "Pack expects me to lead by force when needed. Fake relationship helps balance the wild side. You warming up to me yet?"

Elisa smiled for nearby phones. "Maybe. Just don't get suspended before we get our stories straight."

Later in the private training room, Elisa worked on Micoy's sore shoulders. The table creaked under his weight as she kneaded his muscles.

"Right there," he groaned. "Your hands are magic. Who knew reporters gave good massages?"

She laughed. "Don't get used to it. This is part of the girlfriend script. How bad does it hurt after fights and games?"

"Like fire in every bone," he admitted. "But worth it. The shift heals fast, but the urge stays. You felt that urge last night in the car."

Her hands paused. "I did, and I still don't know if I regret it. You're overwhelming, Micoy. The way you take control… it's addictive and scary."

He sat up suddenly and pulled her onto the table. "Then stop fighting it." He flipped her over, bending her across the padded surface. His hand came down in a firm spank. "You love pushing my buttons."

Elisa yelped. "Hey! That stings." Another spank landed. "Okay, maybe I do like it. But we're supposed to be professional here."

"Professional went out the window yesterday." He yanked her pants down and thrust into her from behind. "So wet again. You crave this rough side."

She gripped the table edges. "Yes! Harder. Spank me while you fuck me. Make me feel it."

He obliged, hand cracking against her skin in rhythm with his thrusts. "Tell me you hate how much you need the beast."

"I hate it," she moaned loudly. "Hate how good you feel. Don't stop. Deeper."

His knot began to swell inside her. He leaned down, teeth grazing her neck in a partial mark. "Mine for now. Say it while you cum."

"Yours," she gasped, body shaking through her orgasm. "For the deal, oh gosh, Micoy!"

He knotted her fully, filling her as he growled against her skin. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged.

"That was intense," she whispered after. "I both love and hate you right now."

"Good," he replied. "Keeps things real."

The door to the rink area opened. A tall rival player, clearly another werewolf, skated up to the glass separating the training view. "Micoy! Heard you got a new girl. That relationship looks fake as hell. Step outside. Let's settle this on the ice like real alphas with public fight, and the winner takes the respect."

Micoy pulled back slowly, eyes narrowing. "You got some nerve, Kane. Are you insane? This ends now."

Elisa fixed her clothes fast. "Don't do anything stupid. The deal…"

"Stay here," Micoy said, voice hard. "This is pack business."

Kane laughed through the glass. "Bring it, fake boy. Show your little human what you're really made of."

The tension crackled as both men stared each other down, ready to explode.