Megan's POV
When I had a clear glimpse of his abs, the sun burned my cheeks as it showered down and caressed his flesh, sparkling the skin covered in perspiration. He returned several of his own punches after blocking a couple from his adversary, knocking him to the ground before helping him get back up. Jason gave him a stroke on the back and then gave him a fun head massage, making him chuckle and causing perspiration to flow. He immediately glanced up and saw my looking and my glowing, red face, which caused him to grinne widely. He spoke to his sparring partner before giving him another pat on the back and coming my way.
What are you doing here, hey? He grinned broadly, displaying his white, pearly teeth along with a little chip in one of them. Despite what I had told him the previous evening, he didn't seem to see me any differently.
"Um." I hesitated, a little perplexed. "Am I supposed to be here and not there?"
Well, er. Sweat was streaming from his hair as he stroked the back of his neck while lowering his head. "I just figured you'd want to rest after last night, "We slept in quite a bit. By your breakfast, I placed a letter. Did you ignore it? I shook my head and remembered what had transpired this morning.
I moved over on the bed, grunting as the sun caressed my face through the curtains. My body hit a frigid area. I blinked open my eyes and saw I was alone as I inhaled Jason's fading aroma. I slid out of bed, pulled on a pair of odd shorts, took off my top, put one on, and shoved a hoodie over my head. Jason was nowhere to be seen when I hurried down the stairs but for the aroma of his cologne and a dish of bacon and eggs. I quickly got the plate put away before running late for the workout.
"No." I once again shook my head. I arrived right away since I believed I was running late.
You can't simply stop eating, particularly before a workout, sweetheart. His grin disappeared, and his brows furrowed. "Will you promise to eat a substantial lunch for me?" So that it wouldn't hinder his vision of me, he stretched out and tucked a section of my hair behind my ear.
"Okay." I agreed.
"Well, if you don't want to remain, you're free to go. If you're not game for training, you know."
"No, it's OK. I want to exercise. My hair was in a ponytail and I pulled it up with my hands in the air. I looked for a ponytail holder on my right wrist with my left hand but couldn't locate one.
Oh, here, I guess. As he yanked one of my hair ties off his wrist, Jason's face became pink. I raised an eyebrow as I reached for it and saw how his face went from pink to scarlet.
I'm grateful, but why? I enjoyed seeing how his flush moved from his cheeks to his neck and ears.
"It's, um." He hesitated, maybe trying to find the appropriate phrase or perhaps feeling ashamed. It's the only item I have that smells like you that I can wear. I shook my head and chuckled a little.
You are so adorable.
"You say," He chuckled as his eyes glanced over my body. You look very cute in my clothing, too. I looked down to see that my jacket was a tad large, coming all the way down to completely cover my shorts. I grabbed the collar out of curiosity and put it on my nose. He gave it a thorough sniff and the garment was saturated with his male odor. I lowered it off my nose and blushed after looking up and saw that he was grinning at me.
I said, "Come on." I almost immediately grasped his hand when he extended it to me. He brought me to a spot of earth that had a large circle painted around it. "Battle with me."
"What?" I asked in horror, my eyes wide.
"Battle with me." His shoulders rolled. You came here to train, right?
I sank into a protective crouch, protecting my face and torso with my arms. He launched a test punch sloppily toward my side, and I simply sidestepped away from it since it was far away and moving slowly. He continued to make joke-like terrible punches, which further perplexed me. He made no attempt to engage with me.
We are concentrating on skill and technique, not violence. "I'm not going to actually hit you, Megan, I would never hit you." Punching bags and dummies are used for that purpose. He informed me and got me for a fool. It wasn't even a strong enough impact to move me; it was weak and powerless. I struck his shoulder quickly and gently as a test, making contact with his muscled arm.
We continued to fool about while punching, striking, and even kicking each other. I observed that I felt at ease with him and that I was enjoying my time with him as we shared laughs when they stumbled or missed. I swiped at his face, and then I put my foot behind his, causing him to trip.
Once he struck the ground, my instincts urged me to flee since I shouldn't be able to defeat an Alpha. As he lay there on the ground, he seemed shocked but then laughed heartily. His laugh was so loud that it reverberated over the wide field that it made his shoulders tremble. Once he grabbed my hand in his, I held out my hand to assist him in getting to his feet.
"Aren't you full of surprises, my friend?" He laughed again and put his lips next to me. His grin touched my lips, prompting me to smile back in kind.
The tone darkened as he started to rub his lips against mine. I hesitantly started to reciprocate his kisses after feeling his fangs dig into my lower lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started working my fingers through his hair. He placed one arm around my waist and the other over my neck as he pulled me closer. He altered his angle as I tilted my head higher, intensifying the kiss. I stood still as his tongue touched my lip, unsure of what to do.
"Relax." He muttered. Please allow me in.
I was going to question "Wha-" when his lips re-engaged with mine and his tongue slipped inside my mouth. My legs buckled as his tongue touched mine, forcing him to pull me up as I encircled his waist with my knees. He shoved my back against a tree as he marched us into the wilderness. As his tongue continued to probe my lips, I groaned, the sparks sparking a fire in my belly. His arousal rubbed on my tummy, leaving me with a hot, moist sensation between my legs. My desire still remained in the air as he snarled against my lips; the scent of his own testosterone made my stomach churn even more.
I can now picture Jason getting some action. I had to pull away when someone laughed next to me and hide my face in Jason's chest. His panting on my neck gave me shivers.
I really despise you, Ryland.