In Your Arms Shifting Method Novels & Stories

I sipped it cautiously. "Better?" "A little." I wrapped my hands around the warm cup. "Does it ever get easier?" "The sickness? Yes. Usually by the second trimester." She settled into her chair, watching me. "The training? That gets harder. You're building muscle memory now. Later, we'll add shifting into the mix." "I haven't shifted since that first time." "I know. We're letting your body adjust." Nyx's expression turned serious. "But soon, you'll need to learn controlled shifting. Partial transformations. Holding multiple forms. It's the only way to survive."

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you. We'll start with something simple. Let's practice escaping from a grab." He reached out and gently grasped my wrist. "Okay, now try to pull your arm away." I tried to yank my arm free, but Davies held tight. "No, no, Steph. Don't use brute force. Use your body weight and momentum to your advantage." He demonstrated, showing me how to twist my arm and use my hips to generate power. I tried again, and this time I was able to slip my arm free. Davies grinned. "Great job, Steph! You're a natural."

My hips sway, my head swings, and my body moves, all my nerves easing up while in his arms, while I’m close to him. The song ends, and Reid spins me under his arm and then into his body, his fingers curling around my abdomen, splaying across my stomach. My hand braces myself on his chest, my fingers gripping the fabric of his T-shirt, and my foot pops up behind me in a little pose.

His other hand clamps onto my elbow, keeping my arm folded tight. I close the distance instead of fighting it, drive my shoulder into his ribs, disrupting his center just enough. My foot slips inside his stance, knee pressing into the back of his thigh as I twist hard. The hold loosens. Barely. He compensates, forearm tightening as his weight drops. The pressure forces a sharp exhale from my lungs. His body is solid against mine—heat, sweat, muscle—unyielding. I hook my arm around his waist, fingers catching the seam of his shirt, and yank him forward while stepping across his leg.

"Now try again." Jill struggled with the armbars again and winced when he suddenly stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "You have to lean properly," he explained, pushing her back. "Upper arms horizontal, forearms vertical." His fingers brushed her arms, adjusting them, and shivers ran down her spine. “That's good, now squeeze slowly, breathing in. - Good, and slowly back, exhale.” As Jill followed his instructions, he stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, occasionally correcting her posture. His touch was gentle and caused a longing tug in her stomach. She had trouble ignoring it and concentrating on the exercise.

He chuffs again, leaning forward to lick my face. “Yeah, we do make a good team. Okay, you ready to shift? I’m going to hold your leg so that you don’t jerk it and snap more bones during your shift.” I set my hands on his leg and foot, above and below the injury, and then look at Arric. “Whenever you’re ready.” He begins to shift and I feel his body jerk with the pain of it. He clenches his teeth together as Warren pulls the shift, a low moan of pain the only sound that he makes. It’s soft enough that I don’t think the warriors in the main room can hear it.

--- Ariana closed her eyes. --- Not in defeat— --- In focus. --- Breathing steady. --- Mind clear. --- She had felt this before. --- Pressure. --- Control. --- Suppression. --- And she had already learned something important. --- You don’t fight the system directly. --- You move with it. --- Then change it. --- Her eyes opened. --- Sharp. --- Aware. --- Instead of pushing against the pressure— --- She aligned with it. --- Followed its direction. --- Then shifted at the last moment.

Carefully, I tried to peel his arm off me, moving inch by inch, but the moment I shifted, his grip tightened. I froze. His breathing remained steady, but his hold on me was firm, possessive, like he knew I was trying to escape. I bit my lip, weighing my options. Stay and pretend this never happened? Or move and risk waking the devil himself? My head throbbed again, reminding me of the reckless amount of alcohol I had consumed. Ugh, stupid me. Fine. I could do this. I had to do this. I sucked in a deep breath and shifted again, slower this time. His arm loosened, just slightly, giving me the opening I needed. I inched away, holding my breath—

"Bend at the knees. Do not lean forward or back." She dropped. Her centre of gravity shifted down and my grip had to readjust. "Now bring both arms up fast between mine and push outward," I said. She drove her arms up between mine and pushed out hard. My grip broke completely. "Good," I said. "Again. No thinking this time, just move when I grab." We ran it six times. By the fourth, her arms were already moving before my grip had fully settled. "Good," I said. "Now from behind. Someone grabs you from behind with both arms around yours."

I arch my back a little as I make her movements faster and a little harder again. Before I lose control, I wrap my arm around her, sit up and move her legs so they are wrapped around me instead of either side of my thighs, I then tighten my arms around her pulling her closer so I slide deeper and deeper inside her, I then start to thrust my hips with hers making both faster and harder until she is shattering in my arms and I am holding her tight to me as I release even deeper inside her.