The best thing about having someone who likes you is that when you can cuddle, and your bodies intertwine and mold together. I didn't have a lot of love growing up. My mom wasn't a warm and fuzzy woman. She didn't understand me. So, having someone to hug and make me feel better about myself was amazing and, at the same time, completely new. We were on Jacob's bed, kissing, giggling, and tickling each other.

“I can't believe how ticklish you are,” Jacob breathed against my neck as his hands examined my back. He rolled me over and placed me under his body.

Despite the small war in bed, Jacob was gentle and did his best not to overpower me with his strength and heavy sculptured body. My shrieks were embarrassing, but he was too sexy for me to want to stop the foreplay. Plus, my body ignited everywhere he touched.

“Okay, I'll stop,” he said, rolling to the other side and staring at the ceiling. He breathed deeply, and I also caught my breath. But, my body missed his, instantly. I looked at him, still shaking with laughter.

I placed my hands against my heated face. “I will find a place where you are ticklish,” I assured him. I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“I still need to find one where you aren’t ticklish,” he teased back.

“You didn’t actually let me touch you,” I complained with puckered lips.

“Do you want to touch me?”

The heat in his eyes made me shiver. He challenged me, and I wasn’t going to cower. “I do.”

He placed his hands behind his head. “I’ll be still. Do what you want.”

Kneeling on the bed, my hair fell about my shoulders. I crawled over his body and brushed my nose against his neck. My tongue flickered out, and I drew patterns around the soft skin of his neck until I reached his earlobe and sucked it. Jacob shivered under my hands and laughed, pushing me back.

“See, you are ticklish,” I said, reclining with a proud smile of victory.

“Your lips are really soft.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to fall over him again. “Come here, I’m not through with you yet.” I laughed as he hugged me and kissed my cheeks, nose, and mouth. “You are soft everywhere,” he whispered against my skin. “I love everything about you, from head to toe.”

I stopped laughing, his words imprinting themselves on my mind and soul. No one had ever said something as delightful as that.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked.

I shook my head to clear the emotional rollercoaster that was taking me over. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not.” I laced my arms around his neck. “You are always careful.”

“Then why the gloomy face?”

“It’s not a gloomy face.”

“It’s not your happy face either.”

I pursed my lips. “You said you loved everything about me.”

He smiled and rested his forehead against mine. “You are my soul-mate.”

“Presumably compatible soul-mate,” I reminded him which made him become gloomy. “I’m sorry.”

Jacob sat back onto his heels. I witnessed the sadness clouding his chocolate eyes. “Do you regret kissing me?”

I sat against the headboard and shook my head. “I’m still baffled by the fact that you like me.” My mind wandered to a serious subject. “Is it just because we are compatible?”

“Who said I like you?” Jacob teased with a smile.

I rolled my eyes. “You should reject me then.” My voice came out harsher than intended, and I pouted.

Jacob turned my head to face his gaze. “Is that your elaborate scheme to get to know my feelings for you?”

“Of course not. So, you don't like me?”

“You know I like you. Do you want me to tell you all the time?”

I nodded.

He smirked and gave me a peck on the lips. “I like you a lot, little minx.”

“So, this between us”—I pointed at him and me— “is serious?”

“This is very serious.”

Despite it being what I wanted to hear, I didn't smile. “We are in heat.”

Jacob smirked while his fingers played with my collar only to poke my nose. “Is that what you are calling our attraction?”

I nodded. “Wolves have it, too, after finding their mate.”

“I like being in heat for you. And you, Cami?”

I gulped at the nickname that only family and friends called me. My brother had a special way of saying my name. Now, on Jacob's lips, it sounded beyond sexy.

“Am I that unlikable?” Jacob probed.

“Of course not.” I gasped, my hand falling against his cheek. “It's just the way you said my name. Thierry likes to call me like that.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't want to remind you that your brother is missing.”

“I'm sorry, too. I didn't want to ruin this moment between us. I always worry too much about everything.”

“Everything will be okay.”

“But what if I don't love you enough to break your curse?” I asked him what was tormenting my mind lately.

“It works both ways. We both need to be deeply in love.”

“And do you think you can be madly in love with me?” I looked up into his dark eyes as he gazed down at me. My heart seemed to be beating outside of my chest.

“You have a huge heart. You are really courageous. You laugh easily when you are relaxed. You are also quiet and overthink everything. You aren't arrogant to others. You care about what happens to the people you love. There's nothing not to love about you.”

“I'm not courageous,” I mumbled, shifting my gaze to the wall.

“You are. You are brave. Even if you are afraid, you are willing to face your fears.”

“You barely know me.”

“We are getting to know each other. And, you don't need to feel sad if you don't like me, yet.”

“I like you,” I protested. “I like you a lot. I'm just scared that we won't fall in love in time to break your curse.”

“Are you willing to fully commit to us, honey?”

I blinked while processing the extent of his question. I caressed his face. His eyes were sweet and vulnerable.

“I don't want to get back with Simon if that's what you are afraid of.”

“You wouldn't be the first, Camille.”

There was a brief moment of silence between us. My hand kept touching him.

“Do you want to...break the bond?” he inquired.

I shook my head. “No, you are my perfect mate. You are everything I wished in a mate. You are kind, and you don't make me feel useless and pathetic.”

“You are not. You are beautiful in here.” He pointed at my heart. “Here,” he said, waving around my face and then my body. “You are a cute little thing. And, I can't get enough of you.”

I giggled at his words. His arms surrounded me and pushed my body against his as our lips connected.

“I want you to come with me to a very important place,” Jacob said after our kiss. “So that you can get to know me better.”

I nodded.

He added, “Some other time, when we return to the palace.”

“What are we going to do today?”

“Besides kissing and cuddling?”

My lips curled into a smile. “After kissing, can I have my first lesson on teleporting?”

“Why don't we do both things at the same time?”

I arched an eyebrow. “How?”

“We can teleport to several places and kiss. I will choose first and then you will choose your favorite places.”

“Places like Egypt and the Wall of China?”

“Or the Taj Mahal,” Jacob added.

“I love that idea!”

“Then choose the first place you want me to teleport to,” he spoke next to my lips.

Butterflies wildly fluttered in my stomach as I shivered in pure lust. I was comfortable in his bed with the make out session.

“Can I decide after lunch? I don't think my angel wants to stop this right now.''

He frowned. “Only your angel?”

“We both don't want to stop this,” I rephrased with a grin.

“This might get intense if we keep going like this.”

“I hope so,'' I whispered with narrowed eyes while burning with desire.

Jacob drew me closer, and we lost ourselves to the passion igniting between us. That man could kiss!

 

 

Teleporting wasn’t as easy as it was portrayed to be. After several failed attempts, I understood that as long as I was relaxed, I could use the picture or the memory of a favorite place and take us there. On the other hand, Jacob had a natural control over his teleporting ability. It might have something to do with the fact that he was one with his angelic conscience. He was born to be an angel. I was born to be a werewolf. It would take longer for me to adapt.

Before the day was over, Jacob took me to a huge gym in the Royal Palace so that he could test my skills. It was the prince’s and his highly ranked officers’ gym, so we were mostly alone. After warming up and testing my velocity, we stood on the tatami in front of each other.

“I’m big and mean, and I make a movement to grab you. What do you do?” Jacob asked, towering over me. His face was serious. “I don’t need to tell you that, even in their human form, werewolves are dangerous.”

I nodded. “I know. They are stronger than humans, and I’m smaller and weaker because I’m a female.”

Jacob’s lips curled into a grin that lit his eyes. “Maybe smaller but not weaker. Not anymore, honey. But, you need to use your size and innocence to trick a bigger opponent.”

“I can pretend to be helpless,” I said. “My pack only teaches females how to perform household duties and brainwash them with blind obedience to the pack leader and their future mate.”

“Why?”

“Medieval ideas,” I said, shrugging. “Thierry went against the rules for teaching me how to defend myself.”

“I like him already,” Jacob said with his sexy voice. Then, he cleared his throat and motioned his hand so that I looked at him. “We are going to start with the basics: punching and kicking. I want you to show me how you punch.”

I nodded, closing my fist.

Jacob turned me around and placed himself against my back as he held my fist in his hand. His warm voice brushed my ear and sent tingling sensations down my spine and arm. His arm circled around my waist and my legs almost gave out.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, probably noticing how my body relaxed instead of tensing.

I sucked in a breath to focus. “Nothing.”

The way his nose rubbed against my earlobe and neck made me think that he knew perfectly well what was wrong with me. His lips taunted me as he breathed words into my skin. “You need to bend the middle set of your knuckles in. Then, bend the base of your fingers. Place your thumb over the index and middle finger.”

I nodded as butterflies kept bouncing against my stomach walls. Blinking to focus my mind on the emptiness before me, I said, “I should use my entire body when striking. I need to rotate from my hip to maximize the power of my punch.”

“Exactly.” He let go of me and stepped back.

I nibbled my lower lip as I tilted my head to look back.

“Maybe we should practice against the punching bag first.”

“As you wish,” I agreed, lowering my fists.

Suddenly, Jacob’s arms grabbed me from behind in a bear hug while my arms were pinned to my sides.

“Never lower your guard, babe.” He teased further, “What are you going to do about this? How do you think you could free yourself?”

“Stomp your foot to release and…” I paused, trying to remember the rest.

“First, you need to lower your center of gravity so it’s harder for your opponent to lift you. You should hit his foot or hit his tibia. Then, use your open hands to strike his groin, over and over again, until he releases you. After, use your elbow to hit his midsection and the other elbow to hit his face. Rotate your body to fight. Use your fists to punch his face. Kick the inside of his leg and it will give you enough space so you can run away.”

I nodded, trying to follow his directions.

“Do you want to try?”

“What do you want me to do first?”

“Stomp your foot on mine. Then, hit my tibia. I’ll release you, and you’ll use your free arms to strike my groin.”

I followed his instructions in slow motion, trying not to hurt him.

 

 

For the next hour, Jacob tested my abilities and taught me new tricks.

“She’s holding back,” a voice echoed inside the gym.

Jacob and I stopped what we were doing. He was teaching me how to do leg locks which should be used to cause my opponent to submit. They were useful for werewolf attacks.

I released Jacob’s head from my locked legs, and we both stared at the entrance where Prince Cedric stood with his folded arms and his back leaned against the doorframe.

“Your majesty.” I stood up from the tatami and bowed in respect.

Jacob kneeled first and stood up as he dusted his clothes. “Nice to see you, Cedric. How long were you there watching us?”

Cedric shrugged and strolled toward to us. “I came here to work on the punching bag, but I don’t mind helping you. I can be her partner, and you can instruct her how to maneuver her way around a bigger and stronger opponent.” His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Unless you want to continue your foreplay on the ground.”

Since my cheeks were already red with the physical effort, my embarrassment manifested as a crushing pressure against my temples, and my head pounded as if it was going to explode.

However, the prince was right. I didn’t want to hurt Jacob. Looking at him, I noticed that his jaw was tense.

Cedric arched an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you grabbing my mate,” he spoke between his teeth.

Cedric raised his two hands in the air. “It’s not like we are going to cuddle. She’s going to try to choke me, punch me, and throw me in the air. Afterwards, we can go have dinner, and you can tell me why you are practicing with her.”

Jacob mused with narrowed eyes. “If Camille doesn’t mind, then I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Can I really hit him? We weren’t allowed to practice with the members of the Alpha’s family. And…he’s the prince.”

“It’s fine,” Jacob assured, placing his hand on my left shoulder. “I punch him all the time.”

“So, I don’t have to be careful to not break him?” I asked, looking at the prince with a grin since Jacob seemed to relax from his sudden jealousy attack.

Cedric furrowed his brows. “Missy, I’m a gargoyle warrior. We don’t break easily. We are stronger than angels. So, what will you do if I try to grab you like this?” he asked as he opened his arms to grab me in a bear hug from the front.

He tried to catch me off guard. But, Jacob had me training with punches and kicks for ages, so my instincts kicked in and, once he grabbed me, I created some space between us, so I could bend my knee and hit him in the groin. But, first, I made sure to move my arms, so he couldn’t run away. I grabbed under his arms as I hit him once, twice, and then I finished with a bite to the neck.

The prince released me and stepped back with a clenched jaw. But, even if he had groaned while he was being hit, he simply shook his head and smirked as if I hadn’t hurt him at all.

“Good,” Jacob said with a proud smile. “Next time, after you hit him in the groin twice, try to pull his head down and knee him in the chin before going for the bite if he’s still standing.”

I nodded and pressed my hand against my chin as I recovered my breath. “Why doesn’t it look like I hurt him?”

“Even in my human form, I’m a lot stronger than a wolf,” the prince answered. “Do you want to test your punches and kicks against me? We can practice the choking on the floor later. In the werewolf form, they can lunge forward at your throat and bite at your limbs. You need to maneuver your body so that you have your adversaries with their back to you, so you can snap their neck or just choke them until they are unconscious.”

I inhaled a big breath. “Wolves attack in packs. This would be only useful for one-on-one combat.”

“Angels and gargoyles attack in groups. But, if you ever find yourself outnumbered, I suggest that you either run for your life or have some sort of weapon to help you defend yourself. Teleporting also works, but I was told that it may not work well under pressure. Our wings are an asset. Learn to use them when they grow.” The prince motioned for me to step forward. “Come on, staggered stance, facing me with your dominant leg behind you. Kick your leg straight out and upward. Remember to lean back slightly from the waist to help your balance.”

I looked at Jacob, and he nodded for me to obey my new instructor.

For the next hour, I pushed my body into complete exhaustion.