"Oh no no no no no no no. Hell no! You are not doing this to me. What if I get hurt!?"
"Stop being a baby. Just help me with this."
"No I refuse to be a test monkey."
"Your not just my test monkey," I pointed out, "your my sexy test monkey!"
He let out a growl of frustration, giving up.
"Ok what should I do?"
"oh, maybe you can fly. Start jumping maybe that will start it."
So I did what he said and started to get impatient on the 20th jump.
"it's not working."
"Try flapping you arms like a chicken!"
I was seconds away from doing it until I realized the words that had came out of his mouth.
"Really dude...really?"
"Don't go quoting vines on me, it's worth a try. Just follow me," he started flapping his arms up and down while jumping around me.
What else could it be then. I don't... Maybe it....goddamn it! I can concentrate with him jumping around like that.
"will you stay still," instantly he froze in place.
"Wow you responded quick."
"I can't move," I saw him start to struggle in his still stance.
"sit," I commanded him and he did exactly that. There was no way I was able to command an alpha.
"So I guess u are more powerful then an alpha," Nash spoke annoyance in his voice.
Now that I got that down, let's find a new one. I don't know why but I felt like there was more. And I knew what I had to do to do it.
"w-why can't I see? What the hell is going on!?"
It worked! Ha! Ok one more.
My eyes darted to his arm, and screams erupted from my mate. I stopped what ever I was doing that caused him pain knowing it worked when Nash's screams where replaced by moans of pleasure.
"What ever you doing, its amazing," he breathed out.
I broke what ever bound or control I had, setting Nash free.
"I kinda like the last one better," a smile was shining one his face.
"I like that one to," I sent a sharp pain to his ass, making yelp in surprise.
"I'm gonna get you for that," he growled, running at me.
I quickly ran away trying to get away from his future ass slap. But only made it to the kitchen, when Nash spun me and pushed me against the counter, lifting me up while grabbing my butt.
He pressed his heavy lips to mine, wanting as much skin to touch.
I sent visions of use doing the nasty, sending growls in the room. "Blinding me with visions, I see. It's not good to tease you know." I just giggled and pressed my lips to his, wanting him more then ever.
"Hey um do you guys mind if you don't screw each other on a place were I have to cook," Skylar, commented.
"Sorry, but at this point in don't care," my hands gripped the hem of his shorts, tugging on them.
"You will when dad comes in, in 5,4,3..." As he counted down, we quickly pull apart and fix ourselves.
And right in time my dad walked in with a annoyed face playing his face.
"Hey dad what's wrong?"
"I forgot to tell your aunt and grandma that we left, and its us going back to tell them or we tell them over the phone, which could risk you grandma to have a fit, and probably have a stroke."
Wow, this is bad, especially since grandma is an original were.
Yeah original!
"I can go you know so you don't have that much things to worry about," I added as an evil sadistic idea popped into my head.
"Umm are you sure."
"Yeah grandma loves me anyway plus I want them to met Nash."
"Aright sweetmeat, but you," he pointed at Nash," if you plan on getting my daughter pregnant on this trip tell me first so I don't have to bash your head in later."
"DAD!"
"Just trin' a keep your mate from getting hurt," my dad said his hands up in surrender. I rolled my eyes and walked away, Nash being pulled behind me.
"Hey do you think he was playing," Nash said kind of nervous.
"No, not really."
"WHAT!"
"Its ok he's just protective, just looking out." The nervousness was still lingering on his face.
"OK so were going to need some t shirts and pants and shorts."
Confusion covered his face,"why shorts?"
"Cause its Texas. Its 50 degrees one minute and 100 an hour late."
"That seems reasonable. "
We went up stairs to my room andb stuffed half my closet in black giant bag. Making sure I brought my phone and my charger before I left my room and raced down the stairs. Once i was down stairs, I raced outside to my shine black 1970's mustang.
Have I ever told you about my baby girl? She is the light of my world. I didn't know life until I had her.
My thought were interrupted by soft lips pressing against my cheek.
"You ready babe," Nash said, throwing his stuff in the back seat.
"You already now," I said pulling out the drive way.
"Can we stop at the pack house really quick so I can grab some more clothes?" I just strugged and started dancing and singin to 'tuesday'.
" Got the club goin' up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosay,
Got the club goin' up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosay,
Got the club goin' up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosay,
Got the club goin' up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosay," I sang along while Nash was staring at me like a idiot.I just ignored him till I was pulling into his driveway.
I sat in the car while Nash quickly rushed out the car to get the things he needed.
I was skipping songs when anaconda came on and a bunch of teens, that were around, started dancing to it causing me to get excited along with them.
Nash hopped in the car while I rapped the Michael part, rolling his eyes at my loudness.
I blinded him with images of me and him doing those thing she says in the song. A growl filled the car as I slowly gave Nash back his vision.
"I don't think that's a good idea sweatheart," he growled seductively, sending chills down my spine.
"I'm pretty sure it was baby."
Another growl rolled from his throat.
I shifted the gears and keept drive down the street.
This is going to be really fun.
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Hey sorry I didn't update in so long I had so much going on and then I got a new phone so I had to downloaded wattpad again so the struggle is just really real.Anyway
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Werewolf"Now what if you were a fifteen year old in high school and gets bullied by other high school boys. Seems like what a normal life of a teenage boy nerd, but that's the problem. I'm not a normal teenager, and I'm sure as hell not a boy." . . . . Joze...