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I haven't seen Haze all day. Not that I'm looking out for him...okay I am. But I can't stop thinking about our conversation yesterday. He told me to leave, he told me that I could walk out the front door and never look back.

But I didn't. I stayed.

Haze wants me to let him in, but it's hard when I have no idea what's real and what's not.

I thought today I could try and have a somewhat civil conversation with him except I haven't seen him all day. I've explored the pack house but he's nowhere to be seen. I can only presume he's busy with the trespasser and his plan to defend the pack from Malakai.

"Why are you looking over your shoulder every five seconds?" Aurelia raises a brow at me.

My eyes cut to hers and I straighten my spine. It's later in the evening and the canteen is fairly quiet as most people have already come for dinner. "I'm not," I defend.

Aurelia snorts. "Okay, sure. Sure."

A figure approaches us and I look up to find Noah slumping down in the chair beside Aurelia. I immediately think back to seeing him with Maddox in the office. I heard his cries, his pleas for him. Despite knowing that they clearly hate each other.

"What's up guys?" Noah nods his head.

I force a smile at him and tug my sleeves over my wrists. "Not a lot," Aurelia sighs. "It's a quiet evening."

So quiet Haze hasn't shown his face anywhere. I frown at the thought. Doesn't he want to talk to me? My heart sinks and I can't believe my feelings have come to this. My wolf might be desperate but I know I am too and I am severely ashamed of it.

"Do you guys know where Haze is?" I blurt.

Both of them look at me and remain quiet for a beat. I swallow gently and try not to pick at the skin around my nails. Noah shrugs. "I know he's had a busy day with Maddox," he explains.

"Oh."

"But I think he's upstairs in his room," Noah continues. "Think he needed some time alone."

My heart skips a beat. "Time alone, huh?"

"No," Aurelia says. "The last thing he needs is alone time. That's when he starts overthinking and everything starts going wrong."

Noah hums.

"You should go see him," she encourages me.

My cheeks heat. "Oh, I doubt he'll want to see me if he's had a stressful day."

"Trust me," she laughs softly. "You're probably the only person he'll want to see after spending the entire day with Maddox."

"Agreed," Noah's jaw tenses at the mention of Maddox's name.

I huff out a breath. "Okay," I stand from the bench. "Where is his room?"

Aurelia explains the location and before I change my mind, I start heading upstairs. I pause outside his closed door and I raise my knuckles and freeze for a moment. Shit. Am I really doing this?

Yes. Do it. My mind screams at me.

I knock and step back. A few seconds tick by and then a minute. I frown and knock again but louder this time. Yet no response. I drum my fingers across my lip and contemplate forgetting this altogether.

Haze? I reach out through our mindlink.

No response.

My eyes flick down to the door handle and I press my fingers to it. He's come into my bedroom uninvited more times than I can count. I think it would be a little hypocritical of him if he became annoyed at me now.

I peek my head inside and sweep the dark themed room but Haze is nowhere to be found.

A low muffling sound echoes from the side of the room and I step inside. "Haze?"

When I inch closer I start to realise the sound is the shower. I stop walking when my eyes collide with his en-suite and the door that's slightly ajar. Haze stands in the shower, so tall and huge he practically takes up the entire space.

I hold my breath when a deep groan erupts and my eyes widen when they sink further and further down to find him stroking his cock. Fire bursts across my skin at the sight of him touching himself.

Holy shit.

He's fucking huge. He has length and girth and I doubt my hand will even be able to wrap around it properly. Fuck. Why am I thinking about touching his cock?

I should not be here right now. I should never have come in.

My mind is screaming at me to leave but I can't. I'm stuck rooted to the spot with my eyes glued on him because I don't want to look away. I lick my lips as he speeds up and then slows down, throwing his head back and releasing the sexiest sounds I've ever heard in my life.

Haze releases his cock and it bounces. Then I spot piercings down the length of his shaft. Not one but five. My mouth falls open at the sight of them on his cock. I had no idea there was such a thing.

Goddess, my innocent mind is screwed.

He latches his hand back onto his length and strokes himself. His mouth opens and he exhales his moans again, unleashed and loud. My legs squeeze together at the sight and I take a slow breath. I can't believe I'm still watching. What is wrong with me?

Then he reaches his peak and comes all over the glass wall. I clap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from making a sound but it's too late. A tiny whimper escapes and his eyes snap to mine through the gap in the door.

My eyes widen. I've been caught red handed watching as he makes himself come.

No. No. No.

What the fuck do I do now?

You fucking run, Viola. RUN!

I turn on my heel and walk across the room before the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand. "If you were going to stand there and watch me, sweetness," Haze's panting voice makes me shudder, relaxed from his orgasm but still raspy around the edges. "You could have at least asked to help out."

My eyes squeeze shut and I shake my head. "Sorry, I didn't mean–"

"You didn't mean to stand there and watch me come? If you didn't, you would have left."

I slowly look over my shoulder at him and I'm relieved to find that he has a towel now wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water roll down his inked chest and he leans on the doorframe so casually.

"I-I was just coming to check on you, I haven't seen you all day," I confess.

Haze's brows raise in surprise but the corners of his lips are already tugging into a smirk.

"They said you had a stressful day," I whisper. "I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Stressful indeed," he nods. "Which is why I had to take matters into my own hands but if I'm honest, I would have preferred if you came and sat on my face instead."

My heart pounds in my throat and the heat between my legs grows stronger. "T-that wouldn't relieve you," I blurt.

Haze chuckles lowly and pushes off the door and strolls towards me. "Trust me, sweetness, it would have done more for me than actually touching myself."

A small gasp escapes the back of my throat as I stare up at him in disbelief. I chew on my lip at the thought of him laying against his bed and his large hands wrapped around my thighs as I sit on his face.

My cheeks burn and I try to shake the image out of my head but I can't.

I've never sat on anyone's face before. Joseph probably would have classed it as abuse to himself. Death by pussy.

My throat tightens at the erotic images that continue to flash through my mind. His deep groans. My hips gliding against his mouth. The way his fingers would leave marks in my flesh from where he's been holding me so tight.

I press my legs together as a rush of arousal bursts through me.

Haze's eyes flare and I despise us wolves having a great sense of smell. I need someone to bury me in the ground. He reaches out to me and curls a strand of hair behind my ear. I stop breathing altogether as I stare ahead at his broad chest, still coated with water.

"You still owe me my bet, sweetness."

I close my eyes at the memory. My core throbs. The edge of his finger runs down the curve of my throat and I open my eyes to meet his. Our matebond begins to grow and stretch, practically tugging on the strings inside us.

"Looks like you might want to trade it in now..." his gaze flicks over my face with amusement, but his heavy desire lingers as he studies me.

My fists tighten at the way the heat continues to spread, to the point it's almost unbearable and the thought of Haze going down on me doesn't actually sound so bad. We're just fooling around. I owe him his win.

Oh my Goddess, Viola. I scream at myself. I can't believe you're siding with him.

Most likely because I wouldn't mind having my pussy licked right about now. I know I'm going crazy but it's been a long time since I even touched myself, let alone trying things out with Joseph which never led to an orgasm.

"Might as well get it over and done with," I murmur.

Haze's mouth curls into a cunning smile that makes me throb even harder. "Now, now, I never thought I'd hear you say you were ready," he laughs deeply. "But trust me, sweetness, you're not gonna want it to be over with."

Before I have the chance to say anything in response he takes my waist in his hands and picks me up like I weigh nothing. I exhale a screech as he places me down on the edge of his bed.

My heart thrashes in my chest. Oh Goddess, oh Goddess. I'm really doing this. This is really happening. Fuck. Fuck!

Haze sinks to his knees in front of me. Still shirtless. Still in nothing but a towel. He flicks his fingers into the hem of my leggings and slowly begins to tug them down my legs along with my flimsy underwear.

I press my legs together when the cool air whips my boiling skin. Haze tuts at me and slips one of his hands between my thighs, attempting to part them. He does for a second before I attempt to snap them shut again.

The throb between my legs is so painfully unbearable that I'm panting for a breath.

Haze's eyes find mine and he pins me with a stare. "Try and close your legs again and I'll tie them to the bed."

My lips tremble at his words as he parts my legs again. I'm stretched wide and completely bare for him, his hands cupping the insides of my knees and pressing them back to the bed. My cheeks bleed and the ache is intense but not as intense as the one in my core. His eyes rest on my pussy and his nostrils flare at the sight.

"I'm not going to enjoy this," I blurt.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I know I'm going to enjoy this more than I should.

"No?" He quirks a brow. "Then why are you so wet for me, Viola?"

I bite down on my lip at the way he says my name. "Because I–"

There is no time to finish my sentence as Haze moves closer and licks my pussy with his warm tongue. I sober, my eyes almost shutting at the smallest sensation but...fuck.

"Lay the fuck down, Viola."

My back collapses onto his bed as I stare up at the ceiling. Haze chuckles at my obedient ways. There was no way I was fighting him when he sounded like that. Every word dripped with authority.

"Good girl," he rasps before covering me with his mouth once more.

I grip onto the sheets and tell myself not to make a fucking noise. It's near impossible.

"You'll be down there for hours," I exhale shakily.

He smiles into my core. "We'll see, sweetness. We'll see."

Haze's tongue runs circles around my swollen clit and down over my entrance and back again. I hold my breath but that's because all the air in the room has somehow evaporated. My eyes flutter shut at the way his mouth works me to perfection.

He doesn't rush. He takes his time and I arch my back when he sucks on my clit gently.

I open my mouth to release a moan but I stop myself. It strangles in the back of my throat. Haze attempts to widen my legs even further, feasting on me as if he's been starving for years and I am the only thing that's going to help.

Tears brim in my eyes as stars of pleasure start bursting through my chest. I gnaw at my lip when he sucks my clit and leaves it for a few seconds before coming back. I'm being fucking edged and it feels...heavenly.

Then he does something with his tongue that makes me practically lurch up. "Oh, fuck," I cry out before slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Stop holding back," he smirks into my core. "I know you wanna come all over my tongue."

My head shakes and I glance down at him buried between my legs. I shudder at the sight. All of his muscles in his arms tense as he pushes back my thighs and eats me out as if his life depends on it.

I breathe through my nose as he latches onto my clit once more and sucks. I grip onto the sheets to stop myself from threading them through his hair. I feel like I'm literally falling out of the sky as my orgasm sends shockwaves through me.

A low moan passes my lips and then I cry out in pure bliss. The orgasm is hard and sharp and everything I've ever fucking dreamed of. I take a few moments to calm down, my body slumped against his bed.

I attempt to shut my legs but Haze still has them in a death grip. My brows press together as I glance down at him, trying to move away. His jaw tenses as he watches me with black eyes from where his eyes have dilated to the extreme and my arousal glittering across his lips.

"I'm not done," he states.

My heart does a somersault in my chest. "Y-you're not going to make me come again," I exhale, still trying to catch my breath.

He watches me closely. "Again, we'll see about that."

I sit up on my elbows and watch him as he stares at my pulsing core. I shiver from my sensitivity but he doesn't start licking me immediately. He gives me a moment to catch my breath.

"Goddess, look at this," he groans. "So fucking beautiful."

My eyes lock on him when he glances up. For some reason I'm stuck in awe. He...he thinks my pussy is beautiful? I don't think any men would look at female anatomy and call it beautiful.

"My labia is long," I embarrassingly blurt. What is wrong with me?

Haze shakes his head. "No. You're fucking perfect."

My heart hammers. I remember asking Imogen why I had extra skin down there and she showed me a website of womens labias to make me feel more confident about my own–knowing that other women also look like me. It still stuck with me, concerned anyone who was with me would ask why it looks like that.

But Haze's eyes tell me nothing but the truth. Why would he lie? He'd just say nothing at all.

"Lay down," he orders again.

I shake my head. I want to watch.

Haze narrows his gaze at me. "Lay. Down. Viola."

"No."

His hand reaches up and wraps around my throat before he pins me back down to the bed. I release a moan of instant satisfaction. Holy shit. He studies me for a long moment, sensing where my pleasure is coming from.

A smirk bursts across his lips before he lowers his face back down to my core, hand still firmly wrapped around my throat. It doesn't hurt but there is enough pressure to make me feel a little breathless.

This time he presses his tongue inside me and squeezes my neck a little, holding me down so I can't move. I'm hot all over. I arch my back and moan out loud because I can't stop myself. Not when it feels this good. Not when I feel this awakened.

Look at you, Haze's voice erupts in my head making me whimper. My dirty fucking girl.

I sub-conciously grind down onto his face whilst he fucks me with his tongue and speaks through our mindlink.

You like being choked, huh?

My teeth clamp down on my lip and I nod.

You like your body being controlled by me?

"Haze," I whine when he sucks my sensitive clit again.

You like knowing that you're my dirty little slut?

My back arches and I come. Hard.

I latch onto his hair and ride out my orgasm on his face as he continues to pin me down and suck on my clit until I'm physically trembling in his hold.

Ahhh, there's my good girl. Come for me, sweetness. Come all over me.

Tears roll down my cheeks at the intensity. I finally manage to catch my breath but I'm a fucking mess.

Haze removes his mouth from me and takes his hand away from my neck. I press my fingers to the tender flesh and push myself up. I'm suddenly floored with shame and embarrassment.

Flashbacks of Joseph's conversation with me hit me square in the chest.

You're not normal, Viola.

Those things are weird.

You need help. It's sickening. You're sickening.

I jump off the bed faster than I can blink, grabbing my leggings. Fuck. Fuck. I can't breathe.

"Viola," Haze calls out for me but I don't turn around to look at him. I can't.

I'm filled with dread and mortification. How did I let him do that?

I slip into my leggings and step out of his bedroom before I have to face him again. I rush down the hall towards my room and I walk straight into the shower. I remove my clothes and scrub my skin until I'm almost raw.

It's not normal. I'm not normal.

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Author's Note

Okay. WOYYY this chapter is spicy and I love seeing Viola be comfortable with Haze like this, but her shame for what Joseph said to her before😭

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