His Savior

Gym Time

~Zahara~

               I wake out of refreshing sleep. I stretch out and feel next to me, my hands only coming in contact with the cold sheets. I sit up and look around the room, but I don't see Cory anywhere. I know he's okay, but it isn't like him to just disappear. If there were anything wrong with him, I would be able to sense it.

               I get out of bed and head to the shower. I take a quick one and head to the closet for clothes. I really should be down training, but I'm anxious to find Cory. I put on workout pants and a sports bra anyway, just in case I make it out to training. Maybe Cory and I can train together. It would be interesting to see what he has learned and how strong he is with his wolf. I know Sylas hasn't appeared yet, but Aria and I have felt his presence already. Besides, after our day yesterday, I need to make sure that he is doing well.

Hey Len, Have you seen Cory anywhere?........ Len? That's odd that Lennox didn't answer. He is usually up early and always answers the mind links. Maybe he is busy with training. I'd imagine so since he would have had to take over my training times.

               I cut the mindlink and head out of the room. I didn't realize how early it was when I had gotten up. It is super quiet in the packhouse. The only people I see are maids getting ready to start their day. I have blackout curtains in my room, so I couldn't see how it was outside. As I walk down the stairs, I take a glance outside and notice that it's not fully light outside. The sun is just starting to rise. Makes sense that Lennox didn't respond; he wouldn't be caught dead up this early.

               I catch a whiff of Cory's scent and follow it out. It takes me down the stairs and through the kitchen/dining room. I head outside into the early morning air and take a deep breath. Outside smells amazing at this time in the morning, and I also get a nose full of Cory's scent. I follow it out toward the training center, and it gets stronger. I walk past the weight room, where Cory's scent is overwhelming. I double back and quietly open the door. I notice no one else is inside; the room is filled with Cory's scent.

               I stand in the doorway and look at what's in front of me. Cory is on the bench press, and his muscles get taunt each time he pulls the bar to his chest and raises it high. Cory never had much in terms of muscle definition before, but now that he's been eating well and getting his wolf.....damn. I notice the sweat dripping off of his forehead and down his biceps. He must have been at this for a while to have worked up that much of a sweat.

               My mouth goes dry while I watch him and my knees start to get weak. I watch Cory switch from the bench press to leg curls. Cory lays on the machine face down while his hands grip the handles. His legs bend upward at the knee, his thighs tight as they bear the weight, calves bulging with each bend. It feels hotter and hotter each second I watch him work on the machine.

               I quietly walk over to Cory, trying not to break his concentration. That would have been easier before Cory's wolf started to surface, but he catches my scent and turns toward me. He doesn't stop his leg curls. When I get close, I touch the base of his calf and run my fingers up, leading toward his knee. I collect sweat with my touch, and the sparks are outrageous. Cory puts the weight down and starts to get off the bench. "Stop," I request and Cory stills. "Just lay there and let me enjoy you."

~Cory~

               I gulp when Zahara tells me to stay put. I can smell her arousal in the air, and the sparks on my leg drive me crazy. I'm anxious to see what will happen next, but it is a good type of anxiety. Zahara and I have gotten closer lately. We haven't mated, but we probably, have been close a few times. I'm nervous since I don't know anything about mating, but the way my body responds to her, I need this to happen.

               Zahara's fingers don't stop at my knee. They travel up my shorts, along my thigh. Just when I thought the sparks were everything, Zahara's hand moves to the inside of my thigh, getting closer to my manhood. The sensation is so amazing. I can feel myself getting harder, and I know that I will need a release soon. Her fingers are light as a feather, fluttering from spot to spot on my skin. My breathing is quickening, and my heart is beating faster.

               Just as the touch of her fingers makes me feel lightheaded, Zahara removes her fingers from my shorts. I groan in frustration, not understanding why she is teasing me. Zahara chuckles a bit and leans down. I can feel her breath on my neck, moving up to my ear. "Ssshhhhh......don't worry," Zahara licks my earlobe. "I'm not even close to being finished." Just those words drive me insane. I can feel my dick pressing into the bench below me, and it is making me crazy. I want to feel her hands all over me. I want her mouth on my body. I want to taste Zahara, and all of those feelings kind of scare me. I never really thought this way about anyone before. I never considered mating with anyone; didn't think I would even get the chance. Now this beautiful woman is wanting me as much as I want her. I'm a lucky man.