Quinn POV
Fifteen years old
Here I am traipsing through the woods looking for Meg, again. At least this time it is a better reason than she just wants to go for a walk. She has been doing that a lot lately, but she stopped asking me to go with her a couple of months ago. This time however it’s part of our tacker training. We have been doing this about twice a year for the last couple of years. Once in late fall, or early winter like now and then again in the late spring or early summer. Dad, Uncle Shane and Mac divide the group of ranked children into two teams. Reed, Levi and Meg make up one. Lucas, April and I make up the other this time, they switch it around each time. One group hides the other tracks them. It comes down to being one extreme game of hide ‘n’ seek. The catch is that if anyone from either team can get close enough to someone from the opposite team and deliver a fake death blow that person is out of the game putting one team at a disadvantage. In all the times that we have played this game Levi has always won, with Meg coming in second. The two of them are natural at this. It makes me happy to know that if Meg was ever in trouble she would be able to keep herself hidden if she had to. Don’t get me wrong I do not doubt that Meg will be able to hold her own and will only get better with training, but there are times when she could be outnumbered. There are so many bad thoughts that go through my mind when I think of all the things that could happen to her. I’m pulled from my thoughts by the sound of a branch snapping to my right. Quickly and quietly moving behind the bush to my left I crouch down to wait and see who it is. A few seconds later I know who it is as her scent reaches me. I can’t stop myself from inhaling deeply. Coconuts. The older we get the more that scent draws me in. My mind wandered back to when Mom thought I was starting to notice girls and she thought I was developing my first crush on Meg. I still think Mom was losing it. I mean, it's Meg she is just a friend. Why wouldn’t I find the scents of my friends pleasing? If they stank I wouldn’t want to be around them, now would I?
All of a sudden I’m tackled from the right. Shit, I was distracted in my thoughts again. We roll across the ground as she tries to pin me. This is another thing that scared me about Meg, ...or April having to fight someone much bigger than them. Yes, there are moves that smaller she-wolves are taught to use against the larger males, but unfortunately, they don’t always work.
When we come to a stop I’m on top of her with her hands pinned to the ground beside her head. My hips are cradled between her thighs. Her breasts are pushing against my chest as the two of us pant, catching our breath from the scrimmage we just had. All I can do is stare into those ocean-blue eyes as my mind thinks of things it has no right to. Like when did her boobs get so big? Why does it feel so good to have them pressed to my chest? Why am I fighting the urge to cup them in my hands or press my face into the cleavage that is showing? I glance down to where our chests meet Ohh bad idea. I can see the tops of those beautiful round globes. In our struggle, her top has been pulled down a bit showing off more cleavage than she would normally. The urge to press my face there is getting stronger. I look back into her eyes just in time to see the look of surprise when she feels the reaction my body is having to hers. My body starts to work on instinct before I can stop it. I gently thrust my hips forward, grinding my now very hard erection against her soft, warm core. I can feel the shiver that runs down her body. The next scent that hits me causes me to come back to my senses. I quickly scramble off of Meg and take off into the woods. Did I smell what I think I smelt? Was Meg aroused? And did I just get one of the most painful hard-ons of my life from looking at Meg’s body? Why won’t it go away? Meg is just a friend, just a friend, just a friend. Why the hell can’t I get the feel of her body against me out of my mind or how nice it felt to have my lower half cradled between her thighs? Coming to the edge of the stream, I strip down and jump in the cold water. With images of what Meg looked and felt like under me going through my mind, I take hold of my hardened self. And I do something I never thought I would do to thoughts of Meg. I tilt my head back and let out a long low groan. I just hope no one saw or heard it. How am I going to face her?
Meg POV
Fourteen years old
I can see Quinn standing next to the tree that is just to the right of me. I don’t understand why it is so hard for him to hide. I mean come on he smells like wild strawberries, he is in a forest full of them. OK not at this time of year, but still. I hear the branch break under my foot, crap I wasn’t paying attention to where I was stepping. I watch as Quinn crouches behind a brush to his right. I know I can sneak up on him I just have to pay better attention. Making my way around to the other side of him I pounce. We roll across the ground a few times coming to a halt with Quinn on top of me. He has my hands pinned to the ground on either side of my head. He is lying between my thighs, I kind of like this. I’m staring into those gorgeous deep green eyes of his when I notice his gaze travel down to where our chests are pressed together. That feels nice too. My eyes scan his chest. I suddenly feel something hard forming against the junction between my legs. My eyes go wide is he getting a boner? I feel the muscles of his thighs flex as Quinn moves his hips forward pressing into me. Oh, I can’t stop the shiver that goes through my body. I’ve never felt something like that before, I kind of like it. It takes a lot but I am able to stop the moan that is trying to escape. Quinn’s eyes go wide and without a word, he jumps up and runs off into the woods. What the hell just happened? I get up and start to follow Quinn. I reach the edge of the tree line by the stream just as Quinn resurfaces. He is standing in the middle of the stream with his head tilted back. He lets out a long low groan. Did he just do what I think he did? Shit, I need to get out of here. Did he just do that because of me? No, no way. He doesn’t think of me that way. We are just friends. Then again, thinking about how my body reacted to him being on top of me. The way it felt to be pinned under him. The firm but gentle way he held my wrists. To have all those finely toned abs pressing into me. The way I could feel the strength of his thighs when he had thrust forward pressing his...Oh, I could feel how big he was. Not that I have anything to compare it to. I take a deep breath to try and focus my mind when the scent that I’m giving off hits me, Quinn smelt that. How am I ever going to face him? He is just a friend that is all we are to each other. Right?
Meg POVThe next day when I walked into the dining hall for breakfast Quinn was sitting with some of the warriors that he had been training with lately. He usually works with me and April after breakfast on Sundays to help us learn how to defend ourselves against larger males. I get my plate and make my way over the table that April is sitting at. “Morning, you ready to get your ass kicked again today?” I ask her as I set my plate down.“As ready as I am any other time, but Reed, Lucas and Levi will be our trainers today and from now on. With the help of your Dad.” April says popping a piece of fruit into her mouth.I looked up from my plate very confused by her statement. Quinn had been the one who had wanted us to do this training. Why didn’t he want to train us anymore? I looked across the hall to where Quinn was sitting and linked him. “Why are you not training us anymore?”He quickly glances at me and then turns away. “I just can’t. You need someone else to train you.”It almost s
Meg POV Fifteen years old We have just finished our last bout of tracker training. We had packed up our supplies and Dad was carrying the last of the coolers to the truck. I mind-linked with Mom to let her know that I was going to spend some time out by the stream she asked me to be home in time to help with supper. I walked over to Dad to let him know what I was doing, hugged him and headed off deeper into the forest. I wanted to stay out here and read by the edge of the stream. There is a spot that has a bit of a waterfall. It’s not very tall but it makes a nice calming sound which relaxes me. I started coming out here near the end of last summer when I stopped asking Quinn to go for walks with me. I had already noticed then that his attitude had started to change towards me. I haven't been able to figure out why. It is a nice spot to get away to and not too far from where the wild strawberry patch is. When the time of year is right the breeze will carry the smell of the ripened b
Quinn POV Fifteen almost sixteen-year-old As we packed up from the training session that we had just finished, I watched Meg mind-link someone, speak with her father, give him a hug and head into the woods. Where the hell is she going? Why are they letting her walk off into the woods alone? What if she gets hurt? Why the hell am I on the verge of panicking? I know she can take care of herself. Even though I have spent a good part of the last eight months trying to stay away from her. I have still watched her while she is training. I can't count the amount of times that I have had to hold myself back from running onto the field ready to pound whoever she was sparing with. I don't like to see her hurt. I know what I have been doing is hurting her. I just don’t know what else to do. She has had April asking why I was doing what I was doing. She had her brother and the twins ask too. I just wasn’t sure what to tell them all. There was no way I was going to try and explain to my sister t
Quinn POVTwo years later“Meg come on everyone is waiting.” I hollered as I walked down the hall towards the movie theatre. This was supposed to be just us tonight, just the group of us from the ranked families. A time to catch up with each other before school starts up again for my last year. We had all been so busy this summer we hadn’t had the time to hang out as much as we normally do, we had hardly even talked. And once school starts up it will get worse. We had even missed the last two tracker training games, but Dad said that they weren't a big deal anymore.The group of us had always been close, even with the age differences. There was that little bit of time when we were younger that the guys and I had decided that we didn’t want to do ‘girlie things’ with Meg and my younger sister April anymore. But that was before we got older and discovered that there was some ‘girlie stuff’ that could be fun just not with these two. That would just be weird. Meg is just a friend and that
Meg POV I watched as Quinn left. I know I shouldn’t have brought Matt tonight but I thought I could use him to hide behind, a way to hide my feelings. Feelings I shouldn’t be having. I mean it's Quinn. Our future Beta, my long-time friend I can’t have these types of feelings for him. But for the last month or so the thoughts I have been having about him are anything but in the friend zone. They have been there off and on in small amounts ever since that time in the woods when he pinned me to the ground. I am still not sure what I saw when he was in the stream that day, but every once and a while that image pops up in one of my dreams. So I guess I would have to admit that it had been longer than a month they have just gotten stronger in the last month. I have watched him develop, physically as he has increased his training to get ready to go to his Beta training next September after he graduates high school. I hadn’t noticed at first. At least I hadn’t until one of the girls at school
Quinn POV “She can do better than me too,” I mutter to myself as I make my way into the locker room. ‘Ash, what the hell man?’ Now he decides to shut up. His appearance tonight would explain some of my irritation and edginess tonight. Ash hadn’t shut up since Meg walked in. He kept flashing images of her on her knees sucking my dick, my head buried between her legs and the one that almost made me lose control. I had her under me screaming in pleasure. It was so real that I could feel her nails digging into my back and the tightness of her warm, wet pussy squeezing my cock as I drove into her. So when she said that she was going to call Matt I lost it. There was no way that he was going to experience what I had just been thinking about doing. No. Fucking. Way. I had her pinned to the door before I could even fully comprehend what I was doing. “You will not be calling him back.” I’m not sure who was more pissed me or Ash. I stood there holding her against the door trying to calm myself
Meg POV 10 months later Where the hell is he? I have finally got up the courage and now I can’t find him. I have spent this entire school year berating myself about the feelings that I have for Quinn. I just kept telling myself that it was normal teenage hormones. I mean look at the guy. There isn’t a straight female out there who wouldn’t want to at least look at him. I was doing well until about a month ago when that bitch Avery started going on about how Quinn and her were going to be mates. Come on really, there is no way that Quinn’s wolf would be attracted to a bitch like that. Physically, maybe I guess, but personality-wise, never. She is so convinced of it that she has even picked out everything that she wants for their ceremony when they are appointed into the Beta positions. This is just pathic in and of itself because even if she were to turn out to be Quinn's one of his possible choices and for some insane reason he picks her, it could be another five to ten years before
Meg POVI was woken from the restless sleep that I had been having by a thump. Sitting up and turning on the light I can’t see anything that is out of place. Maybe a bird got spooked and hit the window it wouldn’t be the first time that it had happened. I hadn’t been able to get that kiss out of my head I had spent two hours tossing and turning. I had images of Quinn making out with Avery holding her the way he had held me behind the school. Or would he be making out with some other girl? It’s not like he doesn’t have options. Then I thought about how desperate and confused he had sounded when I had blocked him. Maybe I should have given him a chance to explain. I wonder if he is still at the lake. I guess I’m awake now so now is as good of time as any to see if he still wants to talk. As I swing my feet over the edge of the bed they come in contact with a hard lump that groans and the strong scent of wild strawberries hits me. I quickly pull my feet back up and peer over the side. Qu