Trained by My Teammate (My Dark Jock #3)

by Arden Long

As we play a game of cat and mouse through the trees, I actually feel the thrill of fear, like I'm a rabbit running from a wolf. But this wolf already owns me, and I know it.

“That's right,” he hisses in my ear and his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. “You're mine, any place, any time. And I'm going to remind you of that.”

Can he feel how hard my pulse is racing? I don't want him to know he has the power to make me react like this with something as stupidly pathetic as a fucking kiss.