Devoured By Flames

Chapter 8~ Fleas

Azula ~

She wasn’t sure when she had dozed off on the couch but she was slightly aware when warmth surrounded her causing her to snuggle deeper into the overly warm pillow she found herself pressed against remaining asleep peacefully for the remainder of the night.

She was awoken by gentle nudging, causing her to groan gently “five more minutes” she whispered tiredly her eyes refusing to open, “please” she exhaled hugging onto her pillow tighter before she became aware of the sparks that surrounded her entire being, spreading across the skin like wildfire causing a soft moan escaped parted lips as her eyes finally blinked open.

Met with his golden eyes darkened with lust she screeched out of surprise lurching back out of his arms managing to pull the covers with her and she flipped off the bed leg suspended in the air As she hit the ground with a soft thud.

“Why are you in the bed with me?” She snapped slightly confused, but still popping up like a daisy in spring.

“Because it’s my bed?” He said raising a brow.

“I fell asleep on the couch for a reason” she deadpanned.

“And I had you in my arms for another.” He said mischievously.

“You probably gave me fleas!” She insulted chucking a pillow at his face.

Though it was then she noticed she didn’t have any pants on, her blue eyes widened as she yanked up the comforter to hide her bottom half. Glaring at him with a tiny pout on her lips. Trying to ignore how good he looked shirtless, he also had dark freckles that danced across his shoulders. Tan abs that could melt the entirety of Alaska if he let them.

“Pervert” she mumbled looking away as he gave out a deep and hearty laugh.

The sound was music to her ears, it caused her heart to soften and her chest to clench. Yesterday he pushed her away like a boat in a massive raging sea but today his laugh was like a lighthouse wanting to bring her home, wanting to give her shelter, to be her light.

“I’m the pervert but yet you are the one checking me out I promise I looked only upon your face when I made you comfortable,” he cooed softly.

“I wouldn’t touch you unless you asked me to” he added delicately.

“Well I won’t ask you to” she states matter of factly as Seraphina chimed in.

“No, we will beg him,” why was her wolf such a simp?

“We will see about that” his voice getting huskier as he flicked her tongue playfully over-sharpened canines as she was forced to look away from the sight.

“Anyways I wouldn’t shower or eat until after training. Get dressed and we will head out.”

She gave a nod moving to where her clothes had been set up, finally deciding on a pair of spandex shorts so she had unlimited movement and a black sports bra with a white spaghetti strap tank top. Silently heading to the bathroom putting on the clean clothes and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Sitting on the closed toilet seat to lace up white tennis shoes and with a swipe of deodorant and the brushing of her teeth, she was done.

The sight she was met with … would bring mountains to their knees, he managed to get his fiery wild red hair into a small ponytail though strands still managed to hang loose, because his hair wasn’t long enough he remained shirtless with a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. Her lips suddenly felt dry, her tongue flicking out to try and moisten them.

The movement didn’t go unnoticed, and she blushed a deep shade of red having to look away, licking her lips didn’t even help. They remained dry and her Oasis was the man that stood before her, and oh how badly she wanted to drink from it. Her heart racing as she tried to push down any form or scent of Arousal barely managing to do so until finally she was motioned to follow him.

She was secretly grateful that he didn’t come near her in that brief moment of weakness, watching his back as they moved until they stepped outside, the sun was just beginning to rise dawn breaking its way through the darkness that had laid dormant over the lands, the skies painted with pinks and oranges, shades of blues and purples.

It was as if the sky was a canvas and an amazingly talented artist had spilled their paint in the process of painting it blue. With the sun's slow and rising glow casting upon their skin, she finally managed to snap herself out of the daze she had found herself in quickly jogging to catch up.

“Sorry I got distracted,” she said gently as she caught his smile.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He questioned her gently as she nodded.

“It is” she agreed in a soft voice

“And yet its beauty still couldn’t come close compared to you, my little flame.”

Azula blushed deeply at his words “you shouldn’t say such things” she reminded him respectfully.

“You chose your Luna, the least you can do is respect her and the choice you made.” She gently looked away managing to quietly push past him.

She didn’t say such things to make him feel guilty, people are free to make their own choices, the mate bond was a suggestion if one chose to ignore it then there was nothing that could be done. Eventually, she found the sparing ring where warriors females and males alike were already stretching and sparing as she moved off to a corner to begin her stretches, one’s that she was taught at her old pack.

Ignoring the gazes of those around her Azula continued to warm up only allowing herself to pause when Vulcan spoke using his Alpha tone. Straightening to hear what he had to say.

“As many of you notice Azula is joining us for training, we will pair her up with different fighting partners see how she does and make sure she can carry her own, no shifting, and Azula no using your flames.” He said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

“Yes Alpha,” she said holding his gaze as everyone else dipped their heads. Her blue eyes never wavering once before his chosen Luna spoke up.

“Since I’m the future Luna of this pack I think I should be the first to spar with her” though Vulcans look of disdain did not escape her blue eyes.

“Remember how I said I was going to kill a b***h?” Seraphina chimed in with a sing-song voice.

“Seraphina no,” she told her wolf seriously.

She didn’t wait for Odette and took her place in the center of the ring allowing the woman to join her as they took their poses.

“I’ll make you submit” Odette purred.

She raised an amused brow as she lifted her hands.

“If you can’t manage courtesy I suggest silence.” She told Odette gently.

But instead of responding the woman made a lunge for her….

Oh well, this was certainly going to be fun.