Game Plan

I pull him inside, my fingers laced in his shirt as I tug him by it, a soft giggle escaping my lips as he smiles. Flynn takes ahold of my free hand, holding it close as he places a soft kiss upon my lips. With only my car left in the driveway and a note upon the front door, I didn't think. I acted. I acted and here we are two minutes later, the front door shut behind us as I'm pushed gently against the wall right by the stairs. A smile spreads across my face as Flynn places his lips upon my neck, his hands now upon the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head as my wolf cannot contain her excitement.

As my shirt is on the floor, my hands work fast, taking his off as well. "Tit for tat," I joke, pulling him back against me as Flynn chuckles, the corners of his lips pulling as I can feel them against the flesh of my collarbone. My head rolls back, Flynn pulling away shortly as he hoists my legs around his waist.

He smirks. "Tit-

"Nope," I whisper, knowing he's about to say a dirty joke. He chuckles, going back as he places a kiss upon my lips as I run my hands through his silly locks.

So what note did my parents leave behind? Gone until tomorrow night.

As we make our way upstairs, my bikini top is gone, exposed as I don't feel ashamed like the first few times I had sex. I don't try and cover up anymore or shy away anymore. Why? It's not because I've become accustomed to it. No. It's because of Flynn. It's because Flynn is not about to sleep with me purely for the satisfaction like what we have done with others in the past. Not only is it him, but me too, that we are about to do this because we love one another.

As the bed meets my back and Flynn places himself between my thighs, I know that I will not regret this night. I will not feel ashamed. That I, Amory, know that it's no longer Augustus that I want with me in this form of intimacy, but Flynn.

Flynn. Oh how I'll soon be moaning his name.

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The sun is bright, waking me up as my eyes slowly peel open. My arms ache as they stretch, a yawn escaping my mouth as I roll onto my back, the cold hair hitting my bare chest as goosebumps cover my skin. As I reach for the sheets, I find them barely there, all hogged as I turn my head to see Flynn sleeping. He's hogged the blanket and sheets as I lay cold. Taking ahold of the sheets, I gently tug, pulling them over, only for Flynn to roll onto me, those hunter green eyes meeting my own.

"Cold?" He asks, placing a soft kiss upon my temple as he gets up.

Within twenty minutes we're dressed, Flynn borrowing a pair of baggy sweats that reach his mid-shin, an oversized college shirt, and helping me throw the sheets and blanket into the washing machine. Before we shut our eyes last nigh, Flynn dropped the bomb on me, the bomb on me that he will be going to the same university I will be attending as well. Not only did it put a smile on my face, but it caused us to delay shutting our eyes for another hour.

"Was last night all right?" Flynn asks, breaking the silence. I turn my head, looking into his eyes as I nod. "Was it okay? Was I okay? Were you comfortable?"

After all the girls I've seen at school talk about him. Talk about how they would love to know what he's like in bed. What he's like after the deed is done. After all I've heard, I would not expect Flynn to act insecure.

"Amory?" He asks, concern written all over his face as a small smile spreads across my face.

"You were fine-you were better than fine." He nods. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I tilt my head to the side. "You were amazing."

He nods, smiling as he places his hands upon my hips, resting his forehead against my own. "As were you," he responds. "I have to go home today." I'm worried now. Worried about what his father may do. I am frightened of his father. "I am talking with my mother about visiting the college campus." It's a three hour flight to our university.

"Does she want to?" I ask.

"She's interested and open to my idea," Flynn replies. "Could I ask you something?" I nod. "If she's on board, would you want to come along?"

"To Massachusetts? I'd love to."  Flynn smiles, the beeping of the washing machine tearing us apart as its time to dry the sheets and blanket. "Will your father be home?" I hate bringing up the topic. We both tense up.

"He should be out on a run today."

"And what if he's home?"

Flynn takes in a deep breath. "I'm going to stand my ground." My skin pales. I'm scared. "I love you, Amory."

I nod. "I love you too."

"I have to face him, you know," Flynn adds. "One day I'll have to stand up to him and-

"And let him know he is not the captain of your fate." Flynn nods. "Of your choices." He takes my hands, backing away as he takes in a deep breath. Flynn let's go of my hands, walking out of the room as he goes to collect the evidence of last night from my parents, my shirt from the floor as well as his. I watch as Flynn places his car keys upon the kitchen counter as I walk out, hoisting himself up to sit upon the granite counter as he looks out the window. I know he wants to stand up to his father, but standing up our culture does not mean talking back and standing firm, but a physical fight. His father would never kill him. His father is the Alpha. Flynn fears that this fight could result in physical pain as well as being made rogue.

Flynn is scared.

Shutting the laundry room door, I walk into the kitchen, tilting my head to the side as he seems distant. I walk up, walking between his legs that dangle from the counter, my hands placed upon his cheeks as I turn his face to mine. "You know that the second I decide to take my own path I will be stripped of the Alpha title?" I nod. "Tradition is everything to this town and the second I reject tradition people will not respect me anymore."

Respect is everything to an Alpha. Respect is what keeps them satisfied as it's in the blood.

"Do you want to be Alpha?" I ask, knowing the type of question I ask is extremely personal. Flynn meets my gaze, those hunter green eyes filled with sadness. My wolf howls within me, understanding his pain as I just want to see him smile. I just want his eyes to be filled with happiness. I want a smile to grace that face rather than a frown.

Flynn shakes his head. "I don't want to be the next Alpha, but it's my duty, my 'destiny.'" I nod. "But destiny is a silly word for people who are too weak to make their own decisions in life."

Reaching up onto my tiptoes, a I place a soft kiss upon the corner of his lips, feeling him relax under my touch as I can see something once more. I can see that Flynn is who I have fallen for. I can see that Flynn is someone who makes me smile in the morning, who I want to see first thing in the morning, who I want to never watch another frown upon his face.

"When are you heading out?" I ask, my voice soft as I want to not seem him tense up again.

"I have to leave soon," he replies, looking up to the ceiling as I nod.

Hopping off the counter, he pulls me in for a tight hug, bringing me against his chest. "I love you," I whisper, Flynn nodding.

"That's all the hope I need to talk with him."

As I watch Flynn leave, I feel empty as I see his car speed off. Taking a seat upon the couch, I hear the dryer go off, letting me know the load is done as I turn on the TV. I'm scared for Flynn. I'm scared that he could come back bruised and blood, a rogue even. As the dryer beeps again, I let out a shaky breath, heading for the laundry room as Augustus flashes through my mind.

I have to reject him. I should of rejected him before I slept with Flynn last night. Why? Because I had forgotten that when you have sex with anyone not your mate, you feel pain. I out Augustus through pain last night and he has no idea how it happened. I have to reject him. It's not fair. It's not justified. I have to hold myself to the account that I will not be with Flynn again that intimate until I reject Augustus.

As I grab the sheets from the washer, my eyes widen. I gasp, dropping the blankets as I fall to the floor, a sharp pain in my stomach as I cry out in pain. My eyes squeeze shut, my muscles cramping as I roll onto my side. What a coincidence. What irony.

I have to reject him. I have to not only for him, but for me. For this pain. This pain to go away.

I grab my phone, knowing he won't see my text for a while. Unlocking it, my fingers ache as I type away, sending the text to Augustus that should of been sent long age.

We need to talk. ASAP.

Augustus is about to have his reality changed and it's not going to be pretty.