Werewolf Academy

I couldn’t stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has.
His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn’t mind “praying” to him, any day.
“Eva,” I looked up at Will’s face, but my eyes decided to do they’re own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs.
God! They don’t even deserve to be called abs. They’re more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy!
His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies.
He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate?
Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.