Blaze’s POV

BLAZE'S POV

I went back to my room, trying to fall asleep, but my mind was spinning with images of Aerilyn.

It was like flashing pictures of her popping up. How her shiny caramel hair flowed down her back in waves, how her honey orbs were pools of honey when the sun lit them up like fireworks.

The way her plump lips part as she breathes, the way her cheeks turn a rosy red color... She's intoxicating, suffocating my thoughts every second of every day.

I hate her for it, I hate how she controls me.

No one controls me, not even my father.

She slowly crept into my mind, planting her seeds everywhere before slowly taking over my mind, body and formed some sort of obsession just around her.

Whenever my father asks about choosing a mate, since I can't find mine, I think of her. I think of her riding my cock, and it twitches, straining my pants in the most inappropriate places.

I sit up, my body rigid, tight, tense and I sway back and forth stiffly.

I need to get out of the pack, I need to es