The Blade

Chapter Fifteen - Emelia

Emelia

                    “No! You have to pivot more before you fully extend your leg,” Damien scolded. She was already dripping in sweat, her body screaming in agony from becoming lazy.

                “Damien! I’ve pivoted this much my entire life and it seemed effective,” she grumbled, pushing hair out of her face.

                “This way is more efficient. You’ll have more power behind it,” Damien’s hand scratched at his jaw, his eyes scanning over her. She could feel them burning into her and she wished that exercise clothes weren’t so tight. Emelia knew, though, that his gaze wasn’t sexual, it was calculating. He was trying to find the best moves for Emelia and try to perfect them.

                “It’s not as easy with the punching bag. I need someone who I can actually practice with,” she breathed, wiping sweat off her lip.

                “Why didn’t you just say so? I’m right here, kitten,” Damien smirked playfully and Emelia rolled her eyes. Her body ignited when he used that nickname and she didn’t need to be anymore boiling than she already was.

                “I’d be happy to kick you in the jaw, Damien,” Emelia’s smug look made Damien laugh.

                “You wish you could reach that high,” he patted her head in an attempt to make her feel tiny. She grabbed his arm quickly and pushed it down as she reached her knee up. When Damien caught on that she was about to break his forearm, he pulled away, shocking her.

                “A human wouldn’t have been able to pull out of that grip. Point one for me,” the blonde laughed.

                “You want to keep score? Alright. What does the winner get?” Damien crossed his arms, making his muscles flex.

                “Anything they want,” Emelia responded.

                “Deal.”

                Damien ducked down, kicking his foot out and swooping it behind his mate, catching the backs of her ankles and making her fall back. She groaned in surprise and from the collision of her body and the floor.

                “No one said ‘go’,” Emelia chuckled, tensing her abdominals and bringing her legs over her head, flipping herself over and kneeling on the ground. Damien smirked down at her.

                “Go,” the wolf spoke, leaning down to pin her shoulders to the floor. Emelia slipped her hands between his two arms and pushed on the insides of his elbows, making them go slack before she flipped them over. Her thighs straddled his waist and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep him there. His build was much stronger than hers and he could flick her off of him if he had wanted to.

                “So how do we win exactly,” Emelia’s hand came down to her mate’s neck, squeezing. In return, his hands went to her butt, squeezing that before flexing his arms and pushing her over his head. She landed on her side and she rolled, standing at the same time as Damien.

                “You give up,” the man shrugged. Charging at her, her wrapped his arms around her waist and flung her over his shoulder. He smacked her ass and she squealing in surprise.

                “Damien!” She scolded, but he only laughed. She held out her arms and shimmied off his shoulder, landing on her hands. She performed a back flip before turning around and facing her opponent again.