Jahmee Harris Train Novels & Stories

“Jax is here to help with some advanced training.” I was already dressed in the tiniest workout set possible, a micro sports bra and thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. The chat was exploding the second Jax appeared on screen. Kai pulled me to the center of the gym floor. “On your knees first. Let the viewers see how well you greet your trainers.” I dropped to my knees between both men. They pulled out their thick cocks, and I alternated sucking them on camera, stroking one while deepthroating the other, drooling messily as they filmed from above.

Damien and Rain followed Jax to the training ground. Damien looked cheerful while Rain just looked miserable. He didn't know why he had agreed to even come here. But as he looked at how Damien was, he knew exactly why he had agreed. Damn Damien and his perfect smile. "everyone, we will be having two new trainees today." Jax announced. The trainees looked at Jax curiously. "Hey everyone I am Damien, I will be joining you guys to train before I go back home. I hope you can all teach me and welcome me" he said, flashing a smile at them.

Chapter 12: Control Nyra's Pov I already knew how his first training session went before he texted me. Coach Harris had called earlier, and unlike most people, he did not waste time with unnecessary explanations. He told me what I needed to know, which was that Jace was not fully back yet, but he was far from finished. That was enough for me. I sat at my desk, my phone in front of me, thinking through the next steps while the room stayed quiet. Everything was moving the way I expected, but I knew better than to assume that meant it would stay that way.

"It's because we train first mentally, physically, We'll train you on the basics first. We are just going easy on you because of Mr. Martins' orders." "Easy?" I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, you don't have to take it easy for me." "Then I will make it hard. The battle is not even starting yet, Ms. Hira Callan." Harris was not joking when he said that. I had been training for a month now and Harris became my self-defense instructor and bodyguard, as Mr. Martins wanted to always check up on me, scared that his friend, my dad, would choke him as a ghost when something happened to me.

Instead, she had fear plastered all over her face. “Why do you look so freaked out? I did it to prove him wrong?” “Wrong? Darius is almost never wrong.” She spoke. “Do you know who runs the training alongside the assigned trainee?” “Who?” My heart drummed heavily in my chest. “Pamela.” I could've sworn my heart would've blasted right there out of my chest if I hadn't gripped it. "Pamela?" "To make matters worse you have your team introduction in thirty minutes?"

I would boost their self-esteem, not tear it down. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Isaac asked me, and I realized I had been staring at his imperfectly perfect mouth for a while now. “I love your smile.” “And I love you, Em. But we have a special guest coming to train you, so get up, shower, and put on something athletic. Layers, because you will sweat. A lot.” Isaac said, sounding like he knew personally what it felt like to be trained by this special guest. “Who will train me? I don’t want to take away any time from the soldiers or the gamma. He just started last week and, -“ Isaac gave me a peck on the nose to stop me from worrying.

What is it with everyone tonight? “So, Zahra, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action tomorrow,” Baxter says from across the table, his tone both curious and professional. “James has asked me and some of the Elite trainers to assess you and devise a training plan. We’ll combine some elements with the Alpha camp, if that’s all right with you. We’ll be training alongside them as well.” Zahra’s face lights up with excitement as she responds. “Of course. I was hoping I’d get a chance to see what they’re up to.”

Not only that, but there wasn’t much muscle on her body either. She looked malnourished. The trainer, Harriet, emerged from the training building just a few minutes after their arrival. I smothered the mate-bond, silencing it’s attempt to evoke concern for it’s mate. Her stride was aggressive, filled with purpose as she approached the trainee’s and called them to attention.

When the man stood in front of him, Harris first took note of the way he held his sword. The broad-chested man's grip on it was tight but imbalanced, and he saw this. Perhaps weeks of intensive training had done him better than he believed it would. Harris had been carefully and brutally training with the wolves since he arrived. He knew that the only way he would not be thrown into the streets is if he could impress the chief, Jesse Wyatt. The man had said he would be present to watch today's training session. And for some reason, they were training with swords. Of course, Harris never saw the use. If they ever went to war against any pack, they would make use of guns and combat.

“Keep this up and you’ll be ready for the next showcase.” Elias nodded, pride warming his chest. “Thank you.” As he headed to the locker room for a break, his phone buzzed. A text from Jax. Jax: How’s training? Miss you like crazy already. Elias smiled, typing back quickly while walking. Elias: Good. Just finished run-throughs. Triple axel felt solid today. Miss you too. You? Jax: Brutal practice. Coach is riding us hard. Can’t stop thinking about you on the ice. Send me a pic later?