We spent the next couple of hours testing the hockey players in pairs. The boys would have to strip down to their underwear so we could put them on a special scale that measured their body composition, then we would hook them up to the ECG machine and have them run on the treadmill to test their heart. Next, we would have them perform different tasks to test their fitness abilities: pull-ups, push-ups, and so on. After that was done, they would do various stretches for us to test their flexibility, and for some of the less flexible players or those who had acute pain, we would assist them in their stretches.
It was a bit awkward at first to see all of the boys in their underwear, but I soon got used to it.
Finally, we were almost at the end; but instead of being relieved that the tiring day was almost over, I was stressed out because the only person left to test was none other than Enzo.
Enzo came into the weight room after getting undressed in the locker room. He strode in with confidence, not caring that both Tiffany and I could see the massive bulge in his underwear. His abs were tight and prominent, and the muscles in his thighs made me blush.
“Alright,” Tiffany said nonchalantly as she looked at her clipboard. “Get on the scale, please.”
“With pleasure.” Enzo stared directly at me as he stood on the scale, his gaze unwavering. He looked like a statue of a god on a pedestal. I gulped and walked up to him with my clipboard so I could read the results of the body composition test, my hands shaking as I wrote the numbers down.
That was strange… Enzo’s body composition contained far more lean muscle mass than his teammates. His body fat was less than 10% and his water retention was at a perfect balance. He was almost superhuman.
I furrowed my brow as I wrote down the measurements, but before I could say anything, Tiffany had him step off the scale and get on the treadmill.
I nervously hooked up the ECG machine to Enzo, my fingers brushing his rock-hard abs as I placed the stickers on his skin. The whole time, he stared down at me. His eyes were red and glowing in the same way they did that night we slept together. It made me feel like prey, like he just wanted to grab me and bite down on me. While it made me a bit frightened, I hated to admit that there was something about it that turned me on.
Once again, his ECG was far superior than his teammates. While his teammates would eventually tire out after ten or so minutes of sprinting on the treadmill, Enzo went on for so long with little change in his heart rate that Tiffany made him stop.
“There must be something wrong with the machine,” Tiffany said, sounding confused as she tapped the ECG monitor thoughtfully. “No one’s heart rate stays the same like that… You two stay here. I’m gonna go get some new stickers for the machine. I’ll be back in a jiff!”
Just like that, my worst nightmare came true: I was alone with Enzo.
As soon as Tiffany left, I averted my gaze to the floor and walked to the other side of the room, pretending to check the results of the team’s fitness tests.
“I saw you kiss Justin on Friday,” Enzo suddenly blurted out. I turned around to see that he was much closer than I had thought; he was standing right behind me. How did he get across the room so quickly and quietly?
“I-I didn’t kiss him,” I said, taking a step back and trying not to stare at Enzo’s body as he loomed over me. “He kissed me. He was drunk. I didn’t want him to. Besides, why would it even matter if I did? You and I are not together.”
Enzo looked a little hurt, but only for a moment before his eyes flashed red again. I shuddered as I saw his pupils dilate like… like a wolf.
Just then, Tiffany returned with the new stickers. “Found em!” she said. In the blink of an eye, Enzo was back on the treadmill as though he had never been standing next to me, and Tiffany was none the wiser. How did he do that? He moved so fast…
At the end of the tests, I recorded the results and was again stunned to see how superior Enzo’s abilities were compared to his teammates. He aced all of the tests, and even his flexibility was perfect. He was like a walking god.
Enzo returned to the locker room to get changed.
“I have to run to another appointment,” Tiffany said, handing me her clipboard. “Could you clean up here and take everything back to my office?”
I took the clipboard and nodded. “But, Tiffany-” I said, wanting to tell her that I would be requesting a reassignment today. But she was already gone.
I sighed and cleaned up, resolving that I would just have to talk to Tiffany on another day to explain the situation.
When I was finished, I headed through the locker room to get to the exit. Surely everyone was gone by now, so I wouldn’t see anything… but then, I suddenly bumped into none other than Enzo.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was headed toward the showers. When I saw him, I yelped and averted my eyes.
“Sorry!” I said. “I didn’t think anyone was in here.”
Enzo simply chuckled. I went to move around him, but accidentally bumped into him and knocked the towel loose. It fell to the floor around his feet.
My eyes went wide when I saw Enzo’s entire cock.
“I-I-” I stammered, but no words would come out as my eyes were fixed on his semi-erect member. Even without a full erection, it was still huge.
“What?” Enzo said, stooping to pick up the towel and cover himself again. “You’ve already seen me naked. Why so shocked?”
My face turned bright red. Before I could respond, Enzo stepped toward me, backing me into a locker with his huge body. My pussy throbbed as I suddenly thought about what it would feel like to have sex with him again, right here and right now, up against this row of lockers.
“You know,” he said, stooping lower to whisper in my ear. “Ever since we slept together, I can’t stop thinking about you…”
Nina
“Ever since we slept together, I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”
Enzo’s words sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of his muscular body, the smell of the lingering sweat on his skin… I wanted to sink my teeth into him.
Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. The way it was constantly pulled into a subtle smirk made me feel weak, and the way he licked his hips made me feel like collapsing into him and letting him do whatever he wanted with me.
I was leaning closer to him and I didn’t even realize it until our lips brushed.
By this time, it was too late to back out. Enzo pressed his lips against mine and pushed me up against the lockers with his large body. I dropped my clipboard, and he dropped his towel. He reached for my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, stooping to lick and nibble at my breasts. I let out a soft moan, leaning my head back against the lockers behind me.
This was wrong… but it felt so right.
Our secret rendezvous was cut short, however, when the sound of the locker room door opening and slamming shut shocked us out of our lust. Enzo grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself while I pulled my shirt back on.
“Oh! Sorry,” a male voice said. I looked over my shoulder with my shirt half on to see one of the other hockey players, who I recognized as being called Logan, standing in the doorway and averting his gaze.
I looked over at Enzo, but he was gone. How did he move so fast? Just a moment ago, he was standing beside me — and now he was gone without a trace.
“Uh… no worries,” I replied, pulling my shirt on the rest of the way and trying to hide my mixture of embarrassment and confusion. “I was just… drying my shirt. I spilled water on it.”
Before Logan had a chance to respond, I snatched my clipboard up off the floor and scurried past him with my gaze fixed on the floor. I beelined for the exit and burst out of the arena into the chilly autumn afternoon air, letting out a sigh of relief. Enzo and I almost got caught in the locker room, but maybe that was a good thing. Hooking up again would have been a very, very bad idea.
I returned to Tiffany’s office; she was still out at her other appointment, but someone else was in there. It was a guy, maybe a little older than me, with short blonde hair and wearing an argyle sweater vest. He was standing at a table and looking at paperwork.
“You must be Nina,” he said, flashing me a smile. “I’m James. I’m one of Tiffany’s grad students.”
“Oh… Nice to meet you,” I said, crossing over to the table with my clipboard.
“Tiffany told me you were gonna be analyzing the hockey team’s test results, right?” he asked.
More Kickass Werewolf Reads
Dive into our collection of free werewolf romance novels—where fierce Alphas, daring heroines, and heart-stopping twists await. Every story burns with forbidden desire, loyalty, and destiny. Don’t wait—here’s a world where love bites hard and nothing is stronger than the call of the mate.
Leave a Reply