Donnie is huge, and his body was bigger than I am, even shifted. I know it is an Alpha thing, but I am an omega and small, even for an omega. I remained still, trying to catch my breath which escaped me while he licked and sniffed me.
“Touch him,” I hear a voice making me turn my head to see Zane sitting on the ground a few feet away from my head.
“What?” I ask as Donnie continues sniffing my neck and face.
“Run your hands over him.”
“Why?” I ask, what is the point? He is already crushing me under his weight.
“Just do it,” Zane orders. Donnie growls, and I look at him, but his eyes are on Zane.
“You want me to help her? I can’t help you train her if she doesn’t listen,” Zane lectures him, and I look up at Donnie.
He huffs and looks down at me, his body heavy on my chest, and Donnie nudges me with his nose and whines.
“Tell me what you feel,” Zane instructs, his tone not as strict. I roll my eyes but run my hands over Donnie’s front legs, trying to figure out the point of this.
“I feel… fur. Wow, he is a wolf,” I sass him.
“What’s under his fur,” Zane presses.
“You could just tell me what I am supposed to be feeling for,” I grumble, running my hands through the fur on his chest.
“Weakness, soft parts,” Zane advises, and I look at him.
“He is a hard wall of muscle, what soft parts are there?” I ask him, running my hands through his fur, but he is all hard, thick muscle even in this form.
Donnie doesn’t mind me brushing his fur and is almost purring, I lift my knees, wanting to get up. He lays down, squashing me. My face is buried in his fur as he uses me like his new personal couch. Zane snickers, and besides my arms splayed out at the side, I doubt I am visible under his body.
Smacking his side, I try to shove him off so I can breathe without getting a mouthful of fur, it tickles my nose as I fight the urge to sneeze. “Donnie, get off,” I snap at him, shoving him.
A hand grabs mine before placing it on Donnie, and Zane’s scent gets stronger. Donnie growls at the intrusion.
“Just showing her,” he snaps, yet I can’t see him, only darkness from his wolf’s fur covers every inch of me.
Zane moves my hand down through the fur, and down the length of Donnie’s body until I get to his legs. He runs my hand up to a soft part that would be the equivalent of an armpit for a human.
“Here, feel how soft it is?”
“Yes.”
“And here,” he adds, running my hand across his flank and his abdomen, which are also soft. “Find more soft spots not covered by bone and muscle, those are where you attack,” Zane instructs, and I roll my eyes before realizing what a mistake that was as I blink rapidly.
Donnie’s fur is getting in my eyes. I move my hands higher, maneuvering them to his chest and shoulder, managing to get my arms around his neck, and Donnie licks my fingers. The nape of his neck is hard, but the sides and under his throat are soft.
“Here,” I choke on his fur. I lift my knees, touching between his back legs, finding everything under him besides his chest, ribs, and back are pretty soft, the top of Donnie on his back sides and legs are all rock hard and packed full of muscle.
“Good, now get him off you,” Zane chuckles, and I scoff, choking on fur again before sneezing as his fur goes up my nose. Donnie’s chest rumbles like he’s laughing at me, and I’m suffocating on his fur.
“How? He weighs a goddamn ton,” I snap at Zane as I try to shove him off.
“The soft spots will cause the most pain because there isn’t much protecting those areas, only soft tissue,” Zane answers. Of course, I knew that, but I am in human form while he is in wolf form and he outweighs and towers over me even while in this form. “Just get him off, Sage. wolves aren’t much different from our human side. They feel pain like we do. Learn where to aim, think of it as fighting Andrei and not Donnie.”
“You want me to hurt him?” I ask him, and he laughs.
“If you think you can,” Zane says. In this form, I am pretty much useless.
“Can I shift?” I ask him.
“No, you are in this form, and attempting to shift while in this position while being attacked will result in a quick death,” Zane cautions.
I lift my hips, trying to roll him off, yet he doesn’t budge no matter how much I shove his huge ass body. Then he drops all his weight on me, which I thought he already had, and I can’t breathe, making panic course through me.
“Soft spots,” Zane reminds me as I struggle to breathe.
“Donnie, you’re hurting me,” I shriek, gasping for breath. I am being crushed to death.
“Fight or flight, he isn’t hurting you, Sage, relax, he is showing you. Panic will get your adrenaline pumping, calm down and think,” Zane presses.
They are insane, this isn’t helping me, but suffocating me.
“You can’t shift, Sage, but that doesn’t mean you are defenseless. You’re still a wolf,” he says as I try to shift his weight.
“Claws,” Sierra points out, coming forward. My claws slip from my fingertips before I sink them into his side.
Donnie shifts slightly but doesn’t get off of me, instead he presses his head down, sniffing the top of my head.
I claw at him, not seeing the point in this because I am an omega, even shifted. I wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
“He is still a man,” Zane hints, and Donnie growls at him. “What?” Zane drawls and chuckles.
I lift my knee, but he shifts slightly so I can’t knee him in the balls. I gasp again, trying to get air as I thrash underneath Andrei’s wolf.
“Andrei, make him get off,” I cry out as I struggle to breathe.
But Donnie remains, squashing me, and I push my arms between his front legs, getting a little relief as his weight shifts slightly off my chest before I wrap my arms around his neck. I pull myself up and turn my face to get some air. Donnie looks down and licks my cheek.
I growl at him before lifting my head and my canines slip from my gums. I sink them into his chest and shoulder, and he whimpers, moving back as I use my hands, pushing his head away. Donnie presses his teeth to my neck but doesn’t bite, just to show me where to bite before licking it.