What am I feeling? - Chapter 7
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There was something about the name that made my heart race as he instinctively opened his lips slightly to take the exposed skin on my neck into his mouth and begin sucking on it gently. I bit my bottom lip nervously as my abdomen burned with pleasure, I attempted to suppress the moan that was threatening to cross my rogue lips. His hand made its way up my waist and slowly found its way under my shirt, the sensation tingled as my n*****s hardened from under my loose shirt.
Wait, I wanted to say only for an inaudible moan to escape my mouth.
“Cyrus’s offer?” One of the men with Kyson asked with amusement.
“Shh, Baby,” Aziza murmured against the curve of my neck as his hands roamed up my chest until his fingertips embraced my erect n****e.
“Didn’t you hear, this little pup here is going to be the newest member of our pack soon!” Kyson said with a laugh as he patted Aziza's back.
Aziza released my neck momentarily as he turned to face Kyson and growled at him with venom forming in his mouth, he repositioned his body weight so that his pelvis was now pressed against my privates. A squeal escaped my lips as his hardened bulge pressed between my thighs hungrily, his pre-c*m was seeping through the thin material of his pants, begging to be released. I grew lightheaded as Aziza's sudden display of possessiveness consumed me to my core, none of this seemed real and yet all I wanted at that moment was his lips back on mine.
“Geeze, wow, Sorry!” Kyson said sarcastically as he held up his hands defensively and took a step back.
“You’re a f*****g i***t Kyson,” His friend said as he shoved his elbow into his ribs.
I began to whimper instinctively from the loss of Aziza’s touch, something that seemed to reel him back in, he placed his lips back on mine in an almost passionate kiss as he sent a silent message to Kyson to screw off. I placed my hand on his chest and slowly traced my fingertips along his abs and explored the grooves of the smooth skin that was contained just under his shirt.
“Shut up!” Kyson said annoyed as he shoved his friend.
“Whatever,” his friend said before leaving without him.
Kyson took one final look at Aziza before shaking his head in defeat and walked away, it didn’t take him long to finally disappear, leaving Aziza and I alone. Aziza gently removed his lips from mine with the sudden loss, making me whimper.
“Aziza…” I pleaded as I linked my hand to the back of his head and gripped his hair between my fingers and pulled him into me more.
“Mm,” Aziza murmured, “Someone’s a bit aggressive,” He said with amusement as he allowed me to pull him closer.
“Shut up,” I said embarrassed.
My cheeks grew red as I looked away from him only for the corner of his lips to c**k upwards in a mischievous smirk.
“quite aggressive…” He said as he placed his hand on my chin and pulled my face towards him.
“You’re one to talk,” I said flustered.
“come with me,” Aziza said gently.
He held my hand and pressed it to his lips before pressing a gentle kiss on my fingertips, his lips were soft as a warmth spread through out my body.
“Wha-” I started to say only for him to drag me away.
“You don’t want to be found, right?” Aziza asked as he led me away.
I groaned from under my breath as a silent response and allowed him to lead me down the hallway and into a darkened room that had been hidden away on the far side of the packhouse. It was a part of the house that I rarely ventured to as it has always been abandoned.
“Where are we?” I asked as he closed the door behind him.
“In a room that Cyrus gifted me, it’s far enough away from everyone else that you won’t get caught. I guess Cyrus doesn’t want me around his pack members,” Aziza said sheepishly.
His expression softened giving him a vulnerable and yet boyish look, I couldn’t help but stare in awe as his crystalline blue eyes shimmered in the dark as he felt along the wall for the light switch.
“Join the club,” I said as I sighed and backed up until the back of my legs hit the edge of a bed causing me to stumble back onto it.
The springs squeaked from under me as I shifted my body weight on the cushioned surface.
“My, somebody’s eager,” Aziza said with a chuckle as he switched on the light.
“Shut up,” I mumbled embarrassingly.
His lips, I thought as my cheeks grew red.
I slapped my ivory cheeks aggressively in a poor attempt to hide the blush on my cheeks.
“You know, you shouldn’t do that to your pretty face,” Aziza said amused as he approached me.
I attempted to sit up to face him only for Aziza to close the distance between us.
“Why do you care?” I asked curiously.
“Because I care if you get injured,” Aziza said gently.
He placed his knee on the bed just between my thighs, parting them with his weight falling over me so that he was now mere inches away, his body was hot as he tore the buttons from his shirt and effortlessly exposed his chest. His built frame peered at me as he lowered his body with his face greeting mine, I shuddered eagerly as my nose grew tingly from nerves, my eyes threatened to water as the pressure built from within my abdomen. He traced his hands along my forearms until his fingertips found my palms and massaged the smooth crevices until he locked his fingers with mine, pinning me to the bed.
“Why the Silence, Mate?” Aziza said with a chuckle as he brought his face down towards my neck.
His words caused the blush to travel down to the nape of my neck as
“You smell like strawberries,” he said smoothly against my ear, “It's intoxicating,” He said with his breath against my ear.
I bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood while barely noticing the pain, I was in a dangerous situation with a man I had only just met and I wasn’t sure how I could escape without Aziza removing my clothes. I needed to get away, but I didn’t know how and the more seconds that passed by the more I got lost within myself.
“Aziza…” I moaned as his hand found its way under my shirt.
I’m doomed.
“Winter!” A booming voice shouted angrily as the bedroom door burst open.
Shit, I thought as I instantly recognized the voice.
Cyrus.
Everything passed with a blur as Aziza was suddenly thrown from off me and my wrist grasped aggressively. I winced from the sudden pain as my arm threatened to disconnect from the socket as Cyrus aggressively pulled me out of the bed.
“What the f**k do you think you’re doing here?!” Cyrus shouted at me.
He grasped both of my upper arms hard enough to cause bruising from his grip, he flung me over his shoulder with his rough grasp gripping my ass.
“You’re hurting me!” I cried out as I squirmed from his hold.
“Does it look like I give a s**t?!” Cyrus shouted angrily as he carried me towards the door.
“Ow!” I cried out.
“Stay the f**k away from my daughter!” Cyrus shouted at Aziza before he faded from view.
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