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Sarah Oh, shit, I hit him. Did I break his nose? I think his ego wouldn’t let me check him. As Nate leaves, the floor screeches under his black boots, clearly not made for gym practice. I finish stretching with the group and wave everyone goodbye. As usual, Manny walks in to help me put away the mattresses and equipment, companied by his flirty smile. Nate turned my life upside down in two days. I can’t even flirt. Manny touches me, and I shake his hand off. His face shows all the confusion and hurt he feels, and I don’t understand myself either. Nate and I are not a possibility. Not ten years ago. Not now. Not ever. The pack is everything to him. But it’s useless. My brain repeats the way he took off his jacket and stalked towards me with his mischievous smile, and things inside me wake up again. When he rolled up his sleeves, and the tattoo on his forearm came into view, I heard gasps around me. The moment he held me close, I froze. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, and a shiver
Nate “Hey, we are here,” Sarah yells from the door when we enter the apartment. As soon as I enter, the cinnamon aroma hits me in the overly heated apartment. Overly heated for me, I remind myself. They are not werewolves. Brit walks towards us from a room that seems to be the kitchen. “Hey, Babe. You’re here. I'm starving. What have you brought?” she asks excitedly. “Sushi, lots of sushi, pasta, and beer,” Sarah explains while handing her the bags and taking off her jacket. She then turns to me and takes the rest of the bags. “Hello again, Nate,” Brit says with a coy smile that makes me wonder what my mate told her about me. “Hi, Brit.” I take off my jacket to leave it on the hanger, where I spot the origin of the cinnamon scent, a huge light brown candle in the shape of two people kissing. I follow the girls to the kitchen, where they unload the sacks of food and start eating from boxes right away as they stand around the table. I look around the kitchen for plates and cutler
Sarah It has been a crazy evening. Nate at krav maga practice was both annoying and annoyingly sexy. I've never been this attracted to a guy. When Brit gets frustrated with us cozying up on the sofa and leaves for her room, I risk a glance at Nate. The adoring eyes he has for me melt my heart. His hold on me loosened only to let me turn towards him. I’m kneeling, sitting back on my heels, and leaning on the sofa. What if I ask him to stay? Would he want to stay? He puts his elbow on the back of the sofa to reach my shoulder with his hand. Each touch, each caress, is maddeningly slow. Like he is testing the water if I’m okay with it. Usually, a guy would know my intentions by this time because I’m always straightforward with what I want. With Nate, though, the only question is if I’m able to let myself believe that what I want is what he wants. However, It scares the hell out of me. We get up to move the bottles and the rest of the food to the kitchen, chatting a bit about the s
Nate The cold wind chills my face, and I take a huge breath to cool my insides. I had to leave Sarah’s apartment. Her scent, her taste, and her actions were everything I wanted. But then I licked her marking spot, which pushed Dante into a frenzy, and I was about to lose control. My fangs tingled, and Sarah’s brows creased in confusion when she saw them grow. I hope I turned away before she realized what’s happened. "What the hell was that, Dante? You have to calm the fuck down." ‘She is our mate. I want her. And I want her now. You felt how much she wanted us. If we mark her, she’ll be ours forever," he replies firmly. I sigh defeatedly - just what I felt. He is an animal who follows his basic urges. I’ve never had a problem dealing with him before. He has been reasonable all my life. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, shaking my head. "We’ve been waiting for her for years, and now you want to scare her away? She could walk away." I’m unsure if my words will get th
Nate Her lips melt into mine to burn up our bodies pressed against each other. We don’t even feel the mate bond, yet the chemistry is intense. Our hearts beat and quicken simultaneously. Her kiss is as fierce and demanding as mine. I feel her shudder like yesterday when my fingers slide under her top. As I enjoy learning her little telltales, Dante’s possessive chanting: ‘Those lips are mine, those fingers can only touch me, mine, mine, mine,’ fills my head. I can’t argue with that. The feeling that she is perfect for me grows with each moment. We were born for each other. My hands explore her body –one moment, I’m tenderly caressing her waist, and the next, I’m possessively grabbing her back. Oh fuck, her shorts are so thin. I can feel her skin warming as she pushes up on her tiptoes. No panty line either. I’m in deep shit. Dante agreed to keep things slow, but Sarah didn’t, and it's hard being the only considerate one in the room right now. She pushes me backward, and I remember
Nate There are new faces in the living room and the kitchen. Maybe we spent more time in her room than I thought. I say Hi to everyone. “This is Nate.” Sarah introduces me and puts a sandwich in my hand. “That is Cliff.” She points to a guy. “Who I’m sure learned not to bang on my door again.” she laughs, and I force on a smile, unlike Cliff, who glares daggers at me. We shake hands, measuring up each other as I return his dislike. If my gaze could kill, he would be 10 feet under. “They are Mallory and Vivien.” She points to two girls who are standing at the counter. They wave and say ‘Hi’ and go back to what they’ve been discussing with Jenny. “Let’s sit down.” She motions to me, and we sit next to each other. She digs into her food, and I eat a sandwich as well. I find my beer still on the table where I left it earlier. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask my girl, my gaze lingering on her face. “Just water, thanks,” she replies, and when I get up, Cliff sits down on the o
Sarah I hate, hate these boots, and I’m never wearing them again – I think each time I slip, but then Nate’s steady arm comes around me, and I suddenly don’t hate them that much. His chest warms my back, and his voice: “I got you,” warms my heart. Things escalated quickly between us, and I’d lie if I said I didn’t initiate it. Dancing with him feels like our bodies are made for each other. His massive frame can hold my body perfectly. He doesn’t move much but the exact way and direction with me. I feel his muscles ripple under his t-shirt, and after the afternoon we had in my room, I don’t need to use my imagination to know what that looks like. The way he holds me gives me a pause each time - from tender pecks on my head to passionate kisses to suggestive ass-grabbing. I’m here for it all. His cocky smile each time he teases me turns me on, and I can kiss him whenever I want to. And oh boy, I want to kiss him all the time. I hardly recognize our friends around us. My sole focus is
Sarah As the early sunrise wakes my senses, I yawn and stretch to help my body. I'm so used to the apple scent in my room that the earthy snowy scent around me instantly alerts my brain. My eyes open at full tilt just when I become aware of Nate's hand caressing my back. It's been a while since I woke up in someone's arms. I lift my head, looking for his face, only to realize he is already staring at me with a slow sexy grin covering his face. "Morning," comes his husky voice that wakes my insides and curls the tip of my lips. "Morning," I reply, hiding my face in his chest. As my hand drops from stretching, it lands on his stomach, which is covered with a blanket, or to be precise, on his morning wood lying on his stomach. "Morning to you too," I add, feeling up his length, drawing circles on the tip. Nate's laugh, which is such a contrast to the stillness of this morning, quickly turns into an approving grunt. After two strokes, I pull away, untangle my leg from his, and rol