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It might be accurate, but it's still embarrassing! I stifle a groan. Jason is the hottest freaking man alive, and having him tease me is both humiliating and painful. He is making fun of me, and yet all I want is to kiss his face and run my fingers through his dark, fluffy hair. It always looks so soft. "No offense, but," I size him up. "I think you're too heavy for me." "You think?" He laughs down at me. Jason is more than a head taller than me. Six-foot-six maybe. I don't know, but Maddox and Jason are the tallest people I've ever seen.

It was rare and commendable for her to be able to accompany him for so long. "If you're sleepy, go to sleep!" Jason reached out and pick Madison up in his arms directly. Even if she was pregnant, she was only about 110 kilograms, which was not heavy. Of course, it was a burden to Jason's current body. Fortunately, Madison held his neck in time, otherwise, it would have been a joke. After gently putting Madison on the bed, Jason suddenly felt relieved.

“You're not gonna take a shot at any?“ Darius asked, gesturing at the workout tools. “Nah, I'll pass.“ In just yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt, I wasn't doing any of the workouts. Wasn't in the mood. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind and they had my spirit low. Watching them was refreshing enough. But I had no urge to get into the action. The approaching light steps attracted our gaze and mine widened at the sight of Jason. He was dressed in tight shorts. With no shirts on, his tattoos were the only thing clothing on the upper side of his body. He had his shoes on and was taking sips from his bottle of water and holding a towel in the other hand. He was yet to look our way.

He goes so hard that I keep wondering if others couldn't hear us. “Jason hits so hard“. I can't help but compare him to Richard, because both friends are very good at handling a woman's body. “I guess Richard will have more to offer when he's not intoxicated.” Jason is clinging to me tightly, while he falls asleep, as soon as he climaxes. “Though I call him disgusting, he's super strong in handling a woman's body”. Jason and I are up from bed, when he receives a text from Richard, “I guess the sound of his phone pulls me out of my sleep”.

My boyfriend, Jason Miller, kept going, his voice full of contempt. “Can you stop eating already? You’ve got a double chin now. You look like a pig. And you seriously think I’m supposed to propose to you looking like that? “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t get down to 100 pounds, forget about marriage.” I looked at myself in the mirror, still trying to steady myself after the shock of hearing a cat’s thoughts. I was five foot six and weighed a hundred and twenty-one pounds. That was a perfectly healthy, normal weight. But the way Jason talked, you’d think I was huge.

he asked his own breathing a little erratic. "I feel fat, my ankles have turned to cankles and I feel supremely unattractive," Jason said, a look that said it was an unfamiliar feeling to him on his face. "Apart from that, excellent," he said, smiling when Sebestian laughed. "Are you going to introduce us to your mate?" he asked, eyeing the other Omega.

okay, don’t cry, he hugged her. Friday Party Day… "Tod, hurry up, I want to see her already!" She stepped out, and Jason just stopped dead. "Whoa," he muttered, fumbling for his phone. "Hold on, I need evidence of this moment." He snapped a few pictures while she rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing. "You look like you walked straight out of Vogue," Tod said, crossing his arms. "Nope, I’m not letting her go. Jason, back me up here. Our girl’s all grown up."

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

Jason asked, stepping out from the kitchen with a Tupperware filled with cooked chicken. "Fuck me, your big bastard!" James inhaled, stepping back to look at Jason, who towered over his 6"1 slim frame. Taking in a heavy sigh, I let the two of them say their hellos since they had yet to meet. James had arrived half an hour ago and had pretty much been glued to my side. While Jason had made himself scarce, giving the pack their privacy to bury their dead.

"Prepare for what?" She mumbled through her lips, still clutching her hands to her chest. Jason was a little...well alot shorter than every other werewolf around. He was even an inch shorter than Sarah and she was barely 5'4. The wind sent strands of his low, frazzled black hair in all directions and his black eyes were small and naturally slitted. Despite how mischievous his appearance looked, he still gave off an amicable vibe. He was probably even the only one at the party who wasn't practically cursing her six feet under with their eyes.