Accidentally claimed by the Hockey Alpha

Chapter 2

Shay’s POV

"Maya, get me another drink."

"Shay, maybe you should slow down…"

"You know what?" I turn to Maya. "Those girls think no one can get Malcolm's attention, I think they are wrong.”

"Shay, no. Malcolm doesn't mess around with undergrads. He's way out of your league—"

"Watch me."

The alcohol makes me bold as I push through the crowd. My heart is pounding, but I don't stop. This is insane.

Everyone knows who Malcolm Haywood is. He's older than most students, working on his PhD while captaining the hockey team.

He is one of the most dangerous guys on campus. I have seen how Jake's face went white whenever he walked into a room. What would hurt Jake more than seeing me with the one guy he's actually scared of?

Then something weird happens. Like he can sense me staring at him. Malcolm turns and looks right at me. Our eyes meet across the room and for a second, his eyes flash gold. Actual gold, like molten metal catching light. I blink, thinking it must be the alcohol or the strobing party lights

Then he starts walking toward me, pushing through people like they're not even there.

My heart pounds as he stops in front of me. His eyes scan my face like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"Dance with me," he says, like casting spells on me.

Before I can even think about it, he takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. We start moving together and it's like we've done this before. Like our bodies know each other somehow.

"What's your name?" he asks, his mouth close enough to my ear that I can feel his breath.

"Shay."

"Shay," he repeats, and the way he says it makes something flutter in my stomach.

The song changes to something slower. He pulls me closer until there's no space between us. I can feel every muscle in his chest, every beat of his heart.

His hands slide lower on my waist and I know I should probably push him away. I don't know this guy at all. But I don't want to. My body is responding to him in ways I've never experienced before. Ways Jake never made me feel in two years together.

I know I should push him away. But I don't want to. This is so crazy. This is so wrong. But why is my body responding to him like this? What the hell is happening to me?

His hand moves on my back as we dance. He accidentally touches my breast. I feel heat shoot down between my legs. Oh god!

"Come with me," he says in my ear.

"Where?"

"Somewhere private. Somewhere we can be alone."

I should say no. I know being alone with Malcolm is dangerous. But my body has a mind of its own.

He leads me through the crowd toward the back of the house. We stop at a door at the very end of the hallway.

It's a bathroom. Small and dimly lit with just one flickering light bulb. He pulls me inside and locks the door behind us.

Then his mouth is on mine and I'm drowning. He kisses me like he's been starving. His tongue traces my lips until I open for him.

I've never been kissed like this before. Never in my entire life. Jake's kisses were sweet and careful, like he was afraid I might break. Malcolm kisses me like he wants to devour me, like he can't get enough.

He groans against my mouth and presses me back against the bathroom door, his hands tangling in my hair. I can feel how hard his c**k is through his jeans and it should probably scare me but it doesn't. It just makes me want more.

This is crazy. I'm still a virgin. I've never let anyone touch me like this. Jake wouldn't even touch me like this. But with Malcolm, I want his hands on me. I want everything he can give me.

He unzips my dress slowly, his fingers trailing fire down my spine. His hand finds my bra and unhooks it with one smooth move.

He kisses down my neck, lower, until his mouth is on my breast. I arch into him, my hands tangling in his hair.

His hand slides up my thigh, and I'm gasping, pressing into his touch like I'm starving for it. Like I've been waiting my whole life for someone to make me feel this way.

He lifts me onto the bathroom counter, and he positions himself between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. He pushes my dress up around my waist, revealing the tiny scrap of lace that barely covers me. When he sees how wet I am through the thin material, his eyes flash that gold again.

He pushes my panties aside and he moves two fingers into my p***y.

"So f*****g wet," he growls. "Ready for me."

He slides one finger inside me, then two, stretching me carefully. I'm so wet that they slide in easily. He moves slowly at first, then faster. I feel like I am going to break apart. This is all so new. But I don't want him to stop.

Just as his fingers move deeper and I am feeling something building inside me, someone starts pounding hard on the door.

"Open!" a loud voice yells from outside.

"Shay! It's Maya. We need to leave right now!"