Chapter 3 Chapter 3

The exhibition game turned ugly fast. Micoy smashed into an opponent against the boards with a thunderous check. And the helmets cracked. Fists flew.

"Stay down!" Micoy roared, throwing a punch that dented the guy's visor. "This is my ice!"

The rival swung back wildly. "You think you're untouchable? I'll end your fake tough guy act!"

Micoy laughed and landed another heavy blow. "Keep talking. Makes it sweeter when I drop you." Blood sprayed across the white surface. The crowd erupted in cheers and boos.

From the press box, Elisa gripped the railing tight. Her heart raced. She hated how turned on she felt watching him dominate like that. "Come on, Micoy," she whispered. "Control it."

Another player yelled at him. "You're a maniac! The league's watching!"

"Then let them watch," Micoy shouted back, shoving the guy down. "I protect what's mine, but you crossed the line first. Deal with it."

The refs finally broke it up, but Micoy's team won big. In the locker room, champagne popped and guys cheered loud.

Tony slapped Micoy on the back. "Hell of a game. But that fight? Cameras caught every second. Your girl better sell the loving girlfriend story tonight or else…"

Micoy spotted Elisa waiting near the door. He grinned and pulled her close in front of everyone. "There she is… My woman. Come here, baby."

She blushed but played along. "You were insane out there. I thought you'd get ejected."

He kissed her hard, right in front of the team. "Had to show them who I am. For us. For the deal. You looked worried up there or was that something else?"

"Maybe a little of both," she admitted softly. "You scare me and excite me at the same time. That's dangerous."

"Good," he murmured against her ear. "Let's celebrate properly. Just you and me." He tugged her toward the showers, steam already rising.

"Wait, now?" she asked, laughing nervously. "Your teammates are right outside."

He turned on the hot water and pulled her under the spray with him, clothes and all. Water soaked her blouse, making it cling. "Let them hear. I want them to know you're claimed." He cupped her face tenderly first, eyes softening for a moment. "You're more than the deal, Elisa. The way you look at me, even when I'm wild... it settles in me. Makes the beast want to protect you for real."

Her hands traced his chest. "I feel it too. This pull. It's scary how much I want you after watching you fight like that. Kiss me like you mean it."

He did, deep and slow at first, tongues dancing while water cascaded over them. The kiss grew hotter, hands roaming. "I do mean it," he whispered, soapy hands sliding under her wet skirt. "Every touch. Every growl. You're driving me crazy in the best way."

She moaned into his mouth. "Then show me. Make me yours right here."

Micoy spun her against the tiled wall, soapy bodies slipping together. He hiked her leg up and pushed inside her smoothly, filling her completely. "Feel that? So warm and perfect around me." One hand soaped her breasts while the other teased lower, a slick finger circling her ass before gently pushing in.

"Oh God, Micoy," she gasped, pushing back against him. "Both at once? You're filthy."

"Only for you," he growled, thrusting steady and deep while his finger worked her other hole. "This pussy and this tight ass belong to me. Say it loud enough for the boys outside to hear. Tell them who owns you while the cameras wait outside."

She cried out in pleasure. "You own me! Fuck, it feels so good. Harder. Don't hold back."

"That's my girl," he praised, picking up speed. Water and soap made everything slick and loud. "Imagine the headlines if they knew. My fake girlfriend screaming my name in the shower. But this heat between us? It's getting real. Cum for me, baby. Let go."

Elisa shattered, clenching around him in waves. "Micoy! Yes!" He followed soon after, groaning her name as he filled her.

They stayed under the spray, catching their breath. "That was intense," she said, smiling shyly. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Believe it," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Now let's get ready for the gala. Time to play the perfect couple."

That evening at the fancy gala, lights sparkled and music played. Micoy kept his arm around Elisa's waist as they mingled.

"You look stunning," he said, pulling her closer. "Smile for the photographers. Make them believe we're crazy about each other."

She leaned into him. "I almost do believe it tonight. But stay focused. No shifting in front of these rich folks."

A familiar voice cut in. "Elisa? Is that you with this brute?"

Her ex, Derek, approached with a drink in hand. "What are you doing with a guy like him? He's trouble. You deserve better."

Micoy tensed but smiled coldly. "She's with me now. So, back off."

Derek ignored him. "Elisa, we had plans, remember? Real ones. Not this publicity stunt I keep hearing about."

She stepped between them. "Derek, it's over. Micoy and I... we understand each other. He gets my drive, my need for truth. You never did. Please leave us alone."

"You'll regret this!" Derek said and walked off.

Micoy pulled her into a deep kiss right there on the dance floor, bodies pressed tight. "That's right," he whispered against her lips. "Mine." They swayed to the music, his hands on her hips, grinding slowly. "Feel how hard you make me? Even in this crowd. Forget your ex. Focus on my touch."

She kissed him back passionately. "You're so possessive. I shouldn't like it, but I do. Grind a little more. Make him jealous."

He did, whispering dirty promises in her ear. "Later I'll remind you exactly who you belong with. Every inch of you."

The night wore on. They slipped to a private balcony under the full moon. Stars shone bright above the city.

"Finally alone," Micoy said, backing her against the railing. "That ex of yours is lucky I didn't punch him."

Elisa laughed softly. "Behave. But I like this jealous side." She pulled him close. "Touch me. The moon's making your eyes glow a bit."

His hands slid up her dress as they kissed heatedly. "You bring out the wild in me. The real me." His fingers found her wet and ready, circling her clit before sliding inside. "So responsive. Talk to me while I make you feel good."

She moaned quietly. "It feels amazing. You're so good with your hands. I love how you read my body." The moon pulled stronger. Micoy's claws started to extend, eyes turning golden. Pain flickered across his face but he kept stroking her deeper.

"Fight it," she urged, even as pleasure built. "But don't stop. I'm close."

"Can't fully hold back with you," he growled, voice rough. "The moon... it wants me to claim you for real love. Let me feel you."

She climaxed hard on his fingers, crying out softly. "Micoy! Yes!"

His partial shift hit stronger, claws fully out, fur rippling at his arms. "Shit, it's bad tonight."

Suddenly shouts came from below. Rival scouts in dark clothes rushed the balcony stairs, silver knives glinting.

"There! The glow! Take him down!" one yelled.

"Silver for the beast!" another shouted. "End this fake romance cover!"

Micoy pushed Elisa behind him, claws ready. "Stay back! These guys came prepared."

Elisa grabbed a chair. "I'm not leaving you. Who sent you?"

The lead scout lunged. "Doesn't matter. Your secret's out, wolf."

Micoy roared and met them head on as chaos erupted under the moonlight.