Chapter 24

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I crouched down, my fingertips touching the ground near my feet. My flyaway hairs patted down unto my forehead with sweat. My purple tank top was drenched in sweat, making me scrunch my nose up in disgust of the horrible smell emitting from me.

“Go!” Weston yelled as I heard the beep of his timer.

Just like that, I flew from my position, running where Weston had told me to run. I felt the cold breeze hit my face, my bare arms, and legs, causing goose bumps to form. I ran flawlessly, turning to dodge the trees in the forest while I heard the crunching of leaves beneath my Nike sneakers.

My running ability was much better now. I couldn’t even run before, but now I was running like Flash. Prior to my new abilities, one mile was enough for me and now, I was running a total of ten miles. My eyesight zoomed up on things that were in the way, telling me to dodge them.

Right when my eyes caught the orange cone, beckoning me to turn and run back to where I started, I ran faster. My feet was light on the ground, it wasn’t pounding like a normal person. I rounded the cone, running back to where Weston was.

Once I crossed the cone, I heard the beep of the timer again. I had to put my hands behind my head to open up my lungs. I remember the first time, I had put my hands on my knees, wheezing, and Weston barked at me that I was just straining my lungs.

I looked up, Weston looking at his timer in shock before smirking. “Wow, babe,” Weston winked. “I like fast. Fast is sexy.”

That earned a slap in the back of the head from me. “Stop thinking nasty,” I snapped, feeling my wet ponytail in disgust.

“Well, if you knew I was thinking nasty, then you were thinking nasty as well,” he retorted, defending himself.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I said, “Ugh, whatever! Just tell me if I broke my record.”

Weston gave me an award-winning smile that made my heart melt. I’ve never had somebody be so proud of me for something this little. He threw the timer in my face, pointing at the time. “Holy crap,” I screamed, jumping up and down and giving Weston a quick kiss on the lips. “Four minutes and thirty eight seconds?”

Once I was able to calm down, Weston smirked at me again, folding his arms across his chest. “Now, drop and give me four.”

“Two pushups? That’s super easy,” I shrugged, already dropping down to my hands and feet.

“Four hundred, babe,” Weston said, amusement lacing in his voice. “After, four hundred sit ups.”

“What?” I yelled, looking at him from the position I was in. “You’re kidding right? I can barely do seven!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Besides, you are a werewolf now. Anything is possible. I’m doing this for you benefit. I don’t care if you’re tired, scared, hungry, thirsty, or if you don’t like me,” he said in a falsetto coach voice.

I looked at him stupidly before blinking, “Actually you do.”

“True,” he shrugged. “Just drop and give me four hundred!”

He blew his whistle that he wasted his money on. I rolled my eyes and surprisingly, did four hundred pushups and sit-ups in a breeze. I was on my last ten sit-ups and I felt my stomach muscles roaring in pain and this was the point I was literally slowing down! “Come on babe,” Weston cheered. “Don’t stop now! Ten more! Here, I’ll give you a quick kiss every time you come up.”

When I came up, Weston bent his head to my level and puckered his lips. I looked at him in amusement before pushing him away. “Gosh, you’re so corny,” I said breathlessly. Weston chuckled, beckoning me to go on.

Once I finished my sit ups, Weston put his hand on the small of my back before saying, “Okay, it is time for Hide-n-seek.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a training process for you to control your heightened senses. Smell, touch, hearing, etcetera,” Weston said before giving me a cheesy smile. “So, count to ten and find me, babe.”

I closed my eyes, counting to ten in my head. Hearing his footsteps were kind of hard. I could hear the buzzing of flies, bees, and other insects. However, I forced myself to concentrate on only him and that’s how I knew he went to the right side of the forest.

Opening my eyes, I took a deep whiff of the air around me. The smell of forest leaves, pinesap, and finally the sweet smell of my mate. I could feel my wolf pacing around inside of me. Controlling my sense of hearing, I could hear his steady heartbeat and his slow breathing. Following my senses, I looked around the forest and it took me a while to finally see his outline behind a tree that was about one mile from where I was standing in the first place.

Bringing myself to a silent jog, I crouched behind several bushes before deciding I was close enough. His back was facing me and he was leaning against the tree, very oblivious that I was there. I jumped out, putting my arms around his waist. “Tag, you’re it,” I tiptoed to whisper in his ear.

Weston turned around in my arms to face me, putting a fake look of disgust on his face. “Gross, babe. You’re so sweaty and stinky,” he said, playfully before putting his arms around me as well.

“What?” I said in shock. “This is sexy! Very sexy.”

“You’re so vain,” Weston teased, his face nearing mine and his eyes becoming softer. I felt myself begin to relax, my wolf howling in happiness. He gave me meaningful smile, resting his forehead on mine. He pressed his lips on mine before saying, “Eh, I have to admit, it is sexy.”

I began to laugh against his lips, smacking his arm as he said, “Shut up, I’m trying to kiss my girl friend here.”

So, that’s how our hot, steamy make out session started.

Weston pushed me against the tree that he was leaning on earlier. He was gentle about it, but rough at the same time. He kissed me hungrily and I kissed with the same eagerness. He rested his hands on either side of me, pressing his body against my own.

I began to nibble slightly on his bottom lip, causing a low, satisfying growl to erupt from his throat. Running my hands in his hair and tugging on it slightly was making him crazy. I would have lied if I said he wasn’t making me go crazy to.

He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I happily obliged. A moan escaped my mouth, causing Weston to smile against my lips. His tongue darted into my own and his taste erupted like fireworks on my taste buds.

My fingers found the bottom of his shirt and I seemed to have no control over myself as I began to lift it up. Weston quickly met me half way, pulling away from me and taking his shirt off, discarding it to the ground. He met my lips eagerly again, his hands roaming down my body as if I was a trophy or something. Because he made me feel like I was worth it, a loud moan escaped my lips.

So, I did the same, my fingers lightly brushing his broad shoulders and the tight skin of his chest and abs. I felt the goose bumps form a trail after my fingers. He shivered at my touch before letting out a moan himself.

He picked me up off the ground, making me wrap my legs around his waist. He rested his hands on my butt, squeezing softly. Noticing I was running out of breath, Weston left my lips, making a trail of kisses down my neck as far as the dip of my collarbone, lightly nipping here and there. He took a big whiff of my scent before growling again and kissing my soft spot, my mark. Then, he began to suck on it. I screamed breathlessly in pleasure, even saying his name and tugging his hair.

I felt my knees go weak. My wolf was howling in pleasure as well at being so close to her mate. When I realized what was going on, I pushed Weston’s eager lips away from my neck.

“Weston,” I said, breathlessly. “We need to stop.”

He snapped out of his phase, blushing a bright pink. I untangled myself from him, fixing my messed up shirt and pushing the strands of hair that fell from my ponytail away from my face. Then I shook my head trying to regain composure.

Weston turned away from me, his back muscles tensing up. Even behind him, I could see his hair, messed up from my constant tugging and from my fingers running through them. He was taking quite a large amount of deep breaths.

“Weston, are you okay?” I asked with concern, going in front of him. There was still a slight blush on his face and he snapped his closed eyes open and turned away from me again.

“Babe,” I said, again. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Stop lying!”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

“Seriously,” he said with force this time.

“Then, why are you not looking at me?” I retorted back.

“Because,” he groaned, looking up at the sky before looking back at me. His blush had gotten deeper this time. “Do you really want to know?”

I nodded, my eyes showing concerned. He turned around and motioned to the huge lump in his pants. “Because, I’m trying to calm down,” He muttered, hesitantly before looking at the ground in embarrassment.

I looked at his face before cracking up. I even fell to the ground in laughter. He looked at me with irritation as I clutched my belly and I began to snort.

“It’s not funny,” he complained as I got back up, trying to hold back my laughter.

“Whatever, Dot. Let’s just go home. I’m so hungry,” I said, hearing my stomach rumble in agony. I put my arm around his waist while he put his arm around my shoulder. Halfway to the house, I said, “It’s still funny.”

“Shut up,” he said, pushing me to the ground and leaving me there. I began to laugh again. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.

***

“Hey mommy,” I said when I got home. I kissed her cheek, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

Yeah, my mom and I were alright now. We talked it out, thanks to Weston. She explained to me the things Weston had told me and even added that my emotions heightened. She told me her stories of when she was experiencing her first few shifts, encouraging me that training was good.

“Hey guys,” she said, still looking at the magazine she was reading. Weston and I sat across from her at the counter. “How was training?”

“Your daughter is very lazy,” Weston groaned, remembering that he spent thirty minutes arguing with me about running for the third time today.

“Whatever,” I said, shoving him in the shoulder which caused him to almost topple over. “It was good. Broke my record. Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds for ten miles. Did four hundred push-ups and sit-ups and controlled my senses today,” I said, rather proud of myself.

“You’re so narcissistic,” Weston muttered.

“I heard that.”

My mom laughed, looking up at me with a big smile. “That’s good, honey! Getting better and – “ Her eyes dropped on a spot on my neck. “Is that a hickey?”

“What?” I said, blinking at her and on instinct, put my hand up to my neck. I grabbed my phone, which had a front camera and inspected my neck. Right on my spot, Weston had left a dark red hickey.

I turned to him, my face going a bright shade of red and even he was blushing too. However, I was furious with him because I got caught from my own mother. I turned to look at my mom again who gave out a small chuckle. “Whatever,” she said, waving it off. “I’m no threat. As long as you don’t get pregnant. Now, that hickey,” she said, pointing at it. “Your brother won’t be too happy.”

As if on cue, Darren came into the kitchen and said, “Hey Dan – “ His eyes zeroed in on my hickey, widening at the red spot.

Weston and I looked at each other in horror. Actually, Weston looked like he wanted to bolt. However, what caught us both in surprise was the fact that we heard a snort and a chuckle coming from the mouth of my brother. “Dude, I give you props on that one,” Darren said, pounding Weston’s fist. “You are not bad, man. You are not bad. When I gave Kelly a hickey, bro, it did not look like that. Even when I - ”

My eyes widened and I clamped my ears shut, “Ew. Ew. Ew. Shut up!”

Darren laughed and said, “Now you know how I feel. You two gross me out.”