~Hazel’s Point of View~
I stare off into space, completely blank.
Travis. Naked.
Hard. So hard. No shame about it. Proud of himself. Why wouldn’t he be?
I literally couldn’t hold another thought in my head. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
Travis. Naked.
I wanted to stare at him, watch him watching me admire him. His muscles, his scattered random tattoos that seemed to make no sense. The scars he had all over. I wasn’t afraid of him, I could never be. They only proved that he was strong, a survivor.
Flopping onto my belly I bite my lip. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to sleep tonight. And what am I going to do about it? He doesn’t live here any more, I don’t exactly have the easiest access to where he does live. I have only tonight.
I knew the likelihood of rejection would be present. All he does is push me away and I go back like a puppy dog begging for attention.
Every single time.
How can I not? His eyes are hypnotic, his touch is electric and he always … always smells so damn good. Like sweat and yet somehow like the wind after the rain. He’s all nasty and male but yet clean at the same time.
I find myself leaning against the wall by his room, grateful my parents’ room is downstairs. There was no way I even remotely wanted to think about what was going on down there. Ugh.
“Go to bed,” I hear, barely above a whisper.
“No,” I say, defiantly, turning to face his door.
Either he sensed my heartbeat out here or he smelled me. Maybe both. I can’t wait to have my wolf. This fucking sucks.
He needs to know I’m not backing down. I’m not a dumb pup, I more than know what I want.
Him.
However I can get him.
I try the door, practically holding my breath with anticipation. When the knob turns I nearly faint, there’s a dim light from the bathroom allowing me to see. He’s standing, not far from the door toweling off his shaggy hair. He’s wearing dark green boxers, and nothing else. His wound is clean and already halfway healed. My stomach flutters, remembering his front view.
“If you need a haircut--”
In a couple of quick steps he’s in front of me, grabbing the sides of my arms. My eyes close on their own, relishing the contact. His warmth.
There were no lights on in the room, just a tiny bit from the cracked door and when I open my eyes his face is mere inches from mine. He then leans in until our foreheads press together.
“Why won’t you listen Hazel,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my arms.
“How can I,” I reply instantly, practically breathless.
The more I’m around him, the harder it is to ignore. My entire body tingles when I’m near him, my mind races with possibilities.
“I’m no good for you,” he whispers further, but he doesn't move.
My eyes dart all over his chest. I wasn’t sure if he shaved but he had no hair, just hints of color here and there over his dark skin.
“Clearly I don’t care. I can’t control it,” I whine, almost pleading.
I raise my hand and touch it to his cheek. He leans into it a bit, pulling his forehead back. He closes his eyes and takes deep, long breaths. Something tells me he is fighting with his wolf.
“Whose idea do you think it was to send you away,” he snaps, taking my hand and removing it from his face.
Wait, what?
My jaw falls. He didn’t! He wouldn’t! His words cut through me, straight to my heart.
“You? You convinced dad to send me away? Travis? How could you,” I say, in shock, a bit higher than a whisper.
I stand stunned and increasingly pissed off. He looks completely unapologetic. The one person I can’t seem to quit no matter what I do, despite countless males at my old school constantly trying. None of them were him, they never could be. I thought… I hoped he had at least seen me as a friend.
“Yeah, me. You need to get out of here, away from me. This isn’t the life for you. Nothing good will come of you being here. You think your mom wants you to be in this world,” he snaps, turning away.
I watch while he fluffs his pillow and pulls back his covers. All I want to do is jump in the bed. HIS bed. Roll around in his scent, bathe in it.
But who the hell is he to decide my life?
Without thinking much about it I run at him with all I have, ready to shove into his back. I wanted to hit him, which was stupid. He’s a damn brick wall of muscle. Not only that, all I’d do is shove him onto the bed. Maybe I like that visual a bit too much.
But I was already too far into the motion to stop it when my mind began to tell me how stupid it was to even attempt. Before I knew it I’d not only pushed him onto the bed but he’d grabbed me and rolled me with him.
Now I was caged beneath him, his weight pressing into me. My top had gotten pushed up and I felt his bare stomach against mine, both moving with our frantic breaths. He had my wrists pinned under his thick hands. His scent assaulted my lungs and it was heaven.
I had one card left to play, but I was certain it was my ace in the hole. Travis had always been fiercely protective of me and even though he wouldn’t admit it in a million years, jealous.
But so was I. We both made each other jealous all the time.
“If you do desperately want to see me with another male, then you got it,” I say, taunting him.
My boobs were free, I never sleep in a bra. My nipples were hard and he was more than aware of that. His eyes darted all over my face and when his eyes flicked to black I took my chance.
He was distracted enough that I could raise my head and touch our lips together.
“Hrmmm,” bellows out of his chest.
“Mick? Mick look at me,” I breath, more turned on than I’d ever been.
He was still, but clearly burning a thousand calories with his internal war. When his eyes stayed black I wiggled beneath him until I felt his hard cock against me.
“Mick, hey,” I said, smiling up at the beast.
“Hmmmm. H-az-el,” he breathes, fully igniting my entire body.
I’d never heard a wolf speak through their human like this, I had no idea how rare it was but something told me it was something crazy.
“Let me touch you,” I beg, as the grip on my hands lessened.
I reach for his face, my heart racing and practically bursting out of my chest. This is my only chance.
“Mick, you came for me,” I say, trying to put on my best sexy smile.
I caress his cheeks with my thumbs, they are so warm. He leans into my hands, on one side then on the other.
I finally got the nerve to kiss him, my lips softly touching his. This may be Travis’ body but Mick is in control right now. That is who I have to please and he loves me, I know it in my bones.
There wasn’t a chance in hell his wolf did this for other females.
His hands immediately roam my body, going right for my legs and running up to my thighs. I moan softly when he grabs my ass, and my eyes fix on his black ones. I’d kill to know what I looked like to him right now. To know what he was seeing. But what is he feeling, other than hard which… I can more than already tell.
“Mi-ne,” he breathes, his nostrils flaring.
My skin practically burned, an ache between my legs hit me like I’d never felt. My body was telling me what I always knew, what I always believed: I was his. Only his. This wasn’t a fluke, certainly not a mistake. I am destined to be his.
“Yes, yes I am,” I moan, writhing underneath him.
As his grip on my ass intensifies, he grinds his erection into me. I opened my legs to him without hesitation, I’m desperate. His throbbing dick jabs into me and I immediately began to try and pull my shorts down. I must… I have to… Must have him. There’s no way he can’t smell how wet I am and feel the desperation of my touch.
“No,” I hear, as his body goes stiff.
“Mick, stay with me,” I beg, holding his face.
I’m now more soaked between my legs than I could make myself after two orgasms. And those O’s only ever happened, thinking about him. I was suddenly desperate for friction. For his hands, for anything. I needed to come, and there was no doubt in my mind he did too. One touch from any part of him there and I’d be in O town within seconds.
The next few minutes were borderline terrifying as I watched Mick and Travis fight for control. But all the while I remained caged under them, somewhat tossed around. But I wasn’t leaving, I needed them. They wouldn’t hurt me, every fiber of my being told me that.
“Get out,” Travis finally barks, panting.
Without hesitating I wrapped my legs around his hips, refusing to let go. I refused to give up, why couldn’t he just give in? I more than knew he wanted me, he felt the same. He was such a stubborn asshole!
“Your dad is gonna come up here, you want that? He’ll fucking murder me,” Travis protests, as his eyes return to normal. He instantly rolls off me and gets to his feet.
I make a face and shift to my side. It was like someone threw a bucket of ice water on us. I’d been so close to … something.
Not at all sure what. But I was nearly there.
“Get out Hazel. This didn’t happen, I fucking mean it. Don’t pull that shit again, who the hell are you to manipulate my wolf,” he seethes.
Confidence Hazel. Don’t you dare let him push you around!
I walk around the bed and get in his face, sticking out my finger for good measure. If I did something to his wolf it was CLEAR he wanted it.
“Why can’t you just admit it? Your wolf gets it, yet you have to be a total asshole. Answer me this then… Has Mick ever come through you like that for another female? I am NOT one of those Fly whores,” I whisper.
He closes his eyes and I watch as his hands ball into fists. Why is he fighting this so bad?
“No, you’re Dozer’s kid, my Alpha’s … kid. Now, get … the fuck out of my room. If you don’t, I’ll leave and you’ll have to explain to Mona why I left,” he whispers, looking away.
I step forward, fully pissed. Things are so good between mom and I right now, in just a few days I’d mended a lot of broken fences. There was no going back. I was also very much on dad’s good graces since mom was happy. Nothing was fucking that up.
“If you throw me out of here right now, I’m done Trav. I can’t keep doing this. Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to have you push me away? It breaks my heart each time. If you throw me out of here now, I will go to another male,” I threaten, crossing my arms. I stiffed my back, not cowering.
His eyes meet mine and I could swear there is hurt in them. My feet move on their own, stepping forward. But he’s faster, already gone from his spot.
“Get the fuck out,” he says, nearly as a whisper in the wind as I hear his bathroom door close. His words were laced with hurt, his hurt or mine?
both, it seems!
~Punch’s Point of View~ It was impossible not to leave last night, to go back to the packhouse. Wrestling with what to do over Hazel was the hardest thing I’d ever faced. I prided myself on my confidence, on handling any situation. Now she was parading around the house, completely ignoring me. I couldn’t lie either, it hurt. I wanted her to look at me again like she had last night. Lusty, hot, sexy. Like I was the best thing she’d ever seen. And the way she effortlessly handled Mick? There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I could have had her virginity last night. And probably have Dozer cut my dick off afterwards. Ruining his little girl for her mate, under his roof no less. “I get to go first, I can't help it,” Dozer says, handing his mate a small box. Looking at Hazel by the lit up Christmas tree, now dressed in conservative holiday jammies covered in candy canes … it does something to my heart. She certainly isn’t a Fly, nothing even remotely like it. She is absolutely wife and mate
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~Hazel’s Point of View~ I laugh out loud, as I fall for the hundredth time tonight. But as always, big strong arms caught me. Warmth envelopes me and bright eyes look down, along with a sexy smile. “I’ve got you linda,” he whispers, and I make a face. “Who’s Linda,” I ask, finally getting upright. He laughs. “It means, lovely. Believe me Hazel I know your name,” he insists, reaching for my chin. I blush as he holds it, then he gives me the lightest kiss. Just a feather basically, but it is sweet. He’d been so damn nice all night, like unreal. I didn’t know males could be this considerate. Especially while I felt like I’d made an idiot out of myself, I couldn’t skate for shit! But he seemed to love that I kept trying. “I think I’ve tortured you long enough, want to get these things off,” he asks, pulling me off to the side. I nod, eagerly. He makes a whole show of putting my boots on for me, and I wasn’t sure feeling this turned on was even legal. As soon as my feet hit the f
Chapter 14 ~Hazel’s Point of View~ “I really love that you’re totally at ease out here linda. Totally natural. Not that I want to bring up another female but one I dated a few months back never wanted to get to know Benji. Damn sure never wanted to watch a hunt,” Hector says, with his brilliant white smile. I practically melt but I’m also totally fixed on his chest, his abs, his tight stomach. His hips and his V. His muscular arms, his tattoos. Goddess I want to see all of him. Please? I’ll be such a good girl!! A couple of howls break out in the distance, and the sounds of animals running fills my ears. I’m more than used to it all, I can’t even recall how many times all the guys in the pack hunted on our property. My parents made sure I was introduced to it pretty early on, and sometimes I’d even have cool drinks waiting for everyone when they got back. Well, an ice bucket of beer usually. “Hunting is awesome. Though I’ve certainly never watched a tiger. How big is Benji? I mea
~Punch’s Point of View~ “Talk you piece of shit,” I yell as I kick a worthless loser in the gut. We’d held a sting of sorts, Dozer didn’t like it exactly but he told me to “straighten shit out,” so I had a loose interpretation of that. I was gonna do what I wanted regardless, he probably figured as much. I found out one of the shy pups at my boxing club, a kid we called Pudge, was getting sexually abused by his mom’s boyfriend. He confided in me, and I knew it wasn’t easy for him. The poor kid thought it was his fault and I wasn’t having that. But what I uncovered in the course of trying to take out the trash, was something far worse. More men. Too many. Only I didn’t have names, I had shadows. Well, I hunt shadows and I never fucking lose. And NOT when this happens in my town. “I tell you anything, then I’m as good as dead,” the guy mumbles, then spits blood. I laugh right out loud as Missile shakes his head. He was a good man to have as a back-up, or maybe I had him tag along
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I blow out a hard breath as I kick some rocks in the driveway. He’s not coming. I already know it. “Honey? You're still here,” I hear, as my mom trots out the front door in her robe, looking mildly crazy with bedhair I don't want to even think about. “I can call Hector to come get me but he may already be at school. I can’t believe Punch is gonna make me late for my first day,” I whine, knowing fully well mom would go off. She’d taken the step of calling him last night to confirm, letting him know it wasn’t up for negotiation. We were BOTH going to school, together. So he was definitely doing this on purpose. Low, even for him I felt. Just as mom put her hand on my shoulder the rumble of a motorcycle came to life in the distance. On purpose. Late. Deliberate! Sure enough Punch pulls into the driveway a minute later. No backpack, no nothing. Just his leather Flying Death vest and a black hoodie underneath it. In January, in two degrees. No real coat, ho
~Punch’s Point of View~ I’d seen Hector and Hazel all over the fucking place today. Cozy. Holding hands. He even kissed her at lunch after they made eyes at each other literally the entire time. Mick was ready to rip me apart over it. I grabbed some random cheerleader for head but bailed at the last minute when she stuck her hand in my pants. Could’ve gotten it too. I’m such a bitch. Goddess help me! When shit gets heavy for me and things start to feel out of control, normally I face it head on. Grab some female and fuck it out. Get in the ring and really fucking punch somebody. I mean ... I'm Punch, it's what I do. I fix whatever it is. But every damn thing about the Hazel situation is different. What can I even do? So here I am, actually fucking participating in gym class. Running around the track for over an hour, trying to get out my frustrations. “Mitchell! What are you doing? Class is inside,” I hear, as I looked back to see the teacher, also the wrestling coach at the d