Stirrings

~Devonte~

I feel desire stirring inside me, but I do my best to swallow it down. Now isn’t the time for the mate bond to interfere. I need to be focused so I can end this quickly and start my life with Sonya.

She’s going to wipe the floor with you.

Shut up, wolf! You need to get ready. We have a challenge we have to win.

You’re on your own, stupid human. I told you what I want and won’t settle for anything less. I throw a block up as quickly as I can. If he won’t join me, he can go away. I have no time for his bullcrap right now.

I get into my own fighting stance, facing my mate. She’s looking at me up and down, and the smirk on her face is a bit unnerving. I look for any weakness that she has, but nothing stands out to me. We are eyeing each other but not in a rush to move.

Lynn beckons me with her fingers, and I feel called out. I’m a Gamma wolf; I have royal blood. I won’t be intimidated by someone lower than me. I step forward and swing my left fist. She easily sidesteps my swing, and we return to our original stances. I didn’t expect my fist to connect the first time out, but I did want to feel her out. Her reflexes are top-notch, and I have to keep that in mind.

I lunge forward, and Lynn mimics my movement. I dive down and slam my shoulder into her gut. I sidestep and turn to see Lynn down on one knee, clutching her stomach. The bond makes me want to go to her and see if she’s okay. I fight the urge and take a step back. I need to wait for her to get back up, but I can’t be caught unawares.

Lynn shakes it off and goes for her stance again. I follow suit, and I move toward Lynn. She tried to sweep my leg; I twist my body around and push into her back. Lynn stumbles forward and falls to her knees. It’s clear I don’t need my wolf to win this. Lynn may be talented, but she pales in comparison.

Lynn leaps to her feet and quickly turns toward me. I don’t really have time to prepare myself before she’s lunging at me with her fist. I reach out and block her punch and at that moment, I hear Sonya call out. I cut my eyes at her, which was the wrong thing to do.

~Lynn~

He’s quick, and I was getting worried. I knew fighting a royal Gamma wolf would be hard, but knowing and experiencing are two different things. I just needed one moment, one move that knocked him off of his game and fell into my lap.

My punch was blocked, and I knew I might not last much longer. It might have been over if his little chosen mate hadn’t distracted him. I gladly take advantage of his momentary distraction. I quickly bring my other hand up and grasp his wrist. I twist his hand down and yank it up behind him. Devonte quickly grabs his shoulder.

I turn to look at this supposed ‘perfect’ mate, and her eyes are big. That does nothing but egg me on, so I pull up on his arm, and Devonte drops to his knees. I pull again and bring my face to his ear. “You may be submitting to me after all.” A sound escapes from Devonte, but I must be confused.

Did he just moan?

It couldn’t be, Roxie. I know this is painful, and moaning is about pleasure.

I know what the hell moaning is for, and I’m telling you…….mate just moaned. I internally roll my eyes and snake my free hand around to his neck. I grip it tight enough to cut off a bit of his oxygen. I need to anchor myself so I can move. Devonte whimpers, but I swear it isn’t a painful one.

I move my body around so I’m facing Devonte, and the look on his face doesn’t match what’s going on. His face isn’t scrunched up; it looks content. I push that thought aside and knee him in the gut. I let his neck go as he falls forward. I kick him in the stomach once….twice…..the third time was the charm.

Devonte falls on his side and rolls onto his back. I quickly straddle him, squeezing my thighs tightly to dig my knees into his sides. Devonte licks his bottom lip and turns his head to the side.

What the hell is wrong with mate?

I have no idea, Roxie. I put the block up, not wanting to get distracted. I punch Devonte in his upper arms, alternating my fists with each hit. Devonte reaches out, and I’m almost sure he’s going to go for my nose or something. It would be something to get me off of him. His hand lands on my shoulder, gently sliding down my arm. I have no idea what’s going on, but things are getting weird. I take a deep breath, and my eyes get big. I swear I can smell arousal, and I’ve never caught that sent during sparing. Well, I take that back. When the Alphas spar with Tia, there’s a lot of arousal in the air. I know we’re mates, but I wouldn’t think sparing with me would get him going.

I grab his hand and pull it off my arm, twisting his thumb. I pull his arm across his body and lean in close. “Just submit now, and we can end this entire thing.” I look up to see we’ve gotta a bit of an audience. I look down at Devonte, and I swear his eyes are swirling black, but it isn’t how it would be when someone is about to shift.

I lower my bottom down, and it shoots right back up. I look down between us to confirm what I felt. How in the world did I lower my body onto his hard member? He isn’t completely standing at attention, but I can feel it. He must have noticed the change in my expression because he starts to actually fight me off of him. “L…let me up!” I let his arm go and quickly move my leg to the left side. Devonte quickly rolls to the left and lays still for a bit. I don’t say anything but slowly inch away from him. It doesn’t take long for Devonte to pop up and stomp off, away from the training area and away from me.

What the hell was that?

I don’t know, Vonte, but something’s going on with your brother.