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~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?