Chapter 7

• Emily's pov
• "What?" I breathed out, my heart rate kicking up a notch.
• Bryson voiced. "I can't sleep. I desired to see you."
• That word. Desire....
• He probably should not use it in a sentence when it involves me.
• He stops, and under the moonlight, I swore I could see the faint color of a blush. But that could just be my imagination.
• He clears his throat and lifts his hand in his hair where he scratches behind his nape. "I want you to join me for a run Em. Let's go to our special creek." He murmured.
• I looked around. It really wasn't a good idea to be here with him, especially since in a few days he'll be mated.
• This wasn't appropriate, especially at the time. Before it would not have been a problem but I didn't want any of the patrolling wolves to notice us outside together, alone.
• "It's pretty late Bryce and the creek is a good few miles from here. I'll be back in my bed by morning." I pointed out and crossed my arms under my chest because of the sudden cold wind that brushed against my shirt.
• I don't normally sleep with a bra and I didn't have one tonight. So when that cold wind smacked against the material of my shirt, it managed to bead my nipples.
• I really hope Bryson doesn't notice it. That would be so embarrassing.
• "Come on Em I can't go without you." The plea in his voice caught me and my shoulders sagged in defeat.
• The corners of his mouth lifted into a dazzling smirk that had my stomach twisting with butterflies.
• I rolled my eyes, playing annoyed when all I wanted to do was giggle at the boyish look on his face.
• "I knew you couldn't resist my charms." He joked winking and wiggling his brows.
• This time I can't stop the giggle that fluttered out of my mouth.
• "You think so highly of yourself." I joked only for my eyes to widen and for me to choke on my spit when Bryson suddenly started to unbutton the khaki pants.
• "What are you doing?" My words come out like a jumbling mess as I can't help but make my eyes roll down his masculine alpha male figure.
• Bad idea.
• Because now I'm fighting off my arousal and hoping he would not pick up on it.
• If he does, I will have to make a quick lie and say that I was masturbating in my room prior...
• No, that lie was way too ridiculous.
• Think about toads Emily. Think about their rough skin and how slimy they feel when you touch them...
• Think about anything other than Bryson's broad chest. Or his toned six-pack. Or the little fine hairs trailing from the bottom of his navel to disappear in those khaki pants he was currently unbuttoning.
• I whip my eyes up quickly, blushing furiously when his eyes are already staring at me deeply into my soul.
• Great he caught me looking.
• But instead of teasing me like I expected him to, his mouth only tilted into a grin and he joked.
• "Well, I have to get rid of those," He tugged at the khaki pants, his eyes dancing with mirth. "So that I can shift into my wolf Em."
• Oh right.
• How embarrassing, I forgot.
• Bryson's lips spread into a teasing smirk. "Or did you think I was removing it for something else?"
• I stuttered and that had him chuckling at my expense. Glaring at him, I puffed and turned around.
• "You're annoying. Has anyone else told you that before?" I asked and bit the inside of my cheek as I fought the urge to turn back around when I heard the fabric that coveted his lower half fall to the ground.
• "You. Many times." He snorted. "But how can I take those words seriously when you know you love it when I'm 'annoying'?"
• I rolled my eyes and waited for the air to shift.
• And it does a few seconds later. I felt the aura of his wolf strike through the air powerfully as he growled.
• Then the bones cracked and then a growl emerged from his throat.
• Seconds later his snout nudges my bottom and I swear he had done it on purpose.
• 'Get on'
• He demanded through our mind link.
• Even though my wolf has yet to awaken, I could still mind-link others from the pack. I still had werewolf genes after all.
• I turned around and now faced my best friend who was staring down at me through the pupils of his wolf.
• I reach up and run my hand through his thick soft brown coat. " You're such a cute handsome pup," I joked, knowing he hated being called a pup.
• "Bryson!" I gasped seconds later when he snouted between my thighs, forcing my legs to part.
• Then his entire head gets between my thighs before he raises his head, causing me to get off the ground and slide down to his back.
• "Bryson Taylor!" I snapped, my face burning up.
• 'And that's what you get for calling me a pup'
• He snorted through the link.
• I twisted around so that I would face the front instead of facing the back. " This just proves how annoying you are," I murmured, not even having the courage to argue with him about what he had done.
• 'Since you think this is annoying, I'll have to do this quite more often'
• He joked.
• The blush on my cheeks got hotter and I was thankful that the wind was extremely cold tonight. It would help cool down my cheeks.
• Bryson grabbed his khaki pants in his jaw and then straightened up to his full height. He was nearly his father's size and was the biggest among our peers.
• Well, that was expected seeing as he was from an alpha bloodline and they were usually the biggest and strongest in the pack.
• 'Hold on tight ba- Em'
• Bryson demanded, his wolf rumbling under me as he took a stance to get ready to race through the thick foliage.
• I gripped his thick brown coat, marveling at the softness.
• 'One two-
• Bryson darted and I squealed, gripping his coat harder. He laughed through the mind link and joked.
• 'Still not fancy of fast rides?'
• With the way he said it, I knew that there was a secretive meaning behind it.
• 'No, I rather slow. That way I can enjoy it more.'
• I said through the link, knowing exactly what I was doing and how he would take it.
• His wolf growls under me powerfully.