Angel Blackwood (45 page)

Oh no, a full moon. I’m on
heat. I look around the room, but don’t see Tyler. Running into his
room, I find he’s not there either. I can tell it’s either early
morning or late at night, so I grab a bag and start throwing in
clothes. I find the thinnest coolest sundress I can find and put
that on. Grabbing toiletries and my car keys, I make a dash for the
door. I know I’m running out of time as my temperature rises. It’s
dangerous here with all these unmated males, especially the ones
from Caspian’s pack. I need to get to Nixon’s treehouse and away
from any men.

I sprint down the stairs and
bump into Jacob.

“Angel? Where are you…” He
lifts his nose into the air then slowly looks down at me with wide
eyes, before taking a step back.

I don’t wait for him to speak,
I hurry past him towards the back door. I manage to make it out of
the house without bumping into anyone else. Throwing my bags into
the back seat, I reach for the front door when a huge body pushes
against my back. I turn around and come face to face with the
shaven headed man from earlier.

“You smell so good,” he says,
leaning in and sniffing my neck. I try pushing against his chest,
but this only makes him lean closer against me, placing both hands
on the roof of my car and caging me in.

I try to resist him as he
pushes against my body and dropping his hands to my hips, but the
fact that him touching me has me cooling down considerably makes
this a losing battle. I lean into his chest and feel the now cold
air as he gently runs his fingertips slowly up my upper thighs
lifting my dress with every movement.

His one hand goes to my jaw and
he lifts my face to look into his hungry brown eyes.

“This is so wrong,” I mumble.
He’s a stranger, yet I’m struggling to resist his touch.

He moves his face closer to
mine and I close my eyes waiting for our lips to touch, but it
doesn’t come. The coolness his intimacy brought disappears and I’m
immediately assaulted with a burning hot fever. I lean against the
car for support, opening my eyes to find Axel and Tyler pulling
away the stranger I was close to kissing seconds ago.

“I’ll deal with him, take her
and get away!” Axel yells, holding the man down.

Tyler ushers me into the
passenger seat and belts me in. I close my eyes and slouch in my
chair as we pull away.

****

We drive in silence. Tyler has
the aircon on full blast and facing my direction, it’s helping a
lot or that’s what I keep telling him. I actually think my mates
presence is the real reason I don’t feel like I’m about to die. I
remember how bad it was the first time with Nixon, it makes me so
much more grateful to have Tyler here.

He helps me out of the car and
up the ladder into the treehouse. I don’t have the energy to even
ask him how he knew where to go or how he’d got the keys. I flop
down onto the bed, seconds later Tyler enters dropping my bag on
the chair in the corner of the room.

“Thanks for coming with me,” I
say softly, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry you have to go
through this, Angel. If I could make it better then believe me I
would.” He sounds pained as he says the words, but keeps a distance
between us. Maybe this is just as hard on him; even if he doesn’t
look all that fazed.

I can’t help but blurt, “You
can make this better. You know what you-”

He quickly shakes his head,
taking another step back until he’s in the door way. “No! I’m not
having sex with you, Angel. You were able to last the week last
time, you can do it again,” he growls, and then he’s gone.

****

Two days pass and although
Tyler has been there for me whenever I need him, he won’t do the
thing I need from him; the thing that will make all this pain go
away.

The heat has come back
full force. The fact that my mate is in my presence is no longer
helping, its only making it harder because I want to jump his bones
every five minutes. We hardly talk to each other unless necessary.
I lay in bed all day and he sits on the porch most of the time. My
wolf is constantly calling for him, my heart does too, but it’s
pointless because he’s just not interested. My body feels like it’s
on fire, the smell of my mate only incenses me.

Tyler walks into my room to
collect the plate that still holds my uneaten dinner. He looks
exhausted as he sluggishly walks into the room. He’s only wearing a
pair of boxers, I swear he’s trying to make this even harder on
me.

“You need to do something,
Tyler. I can’t bear to do go through this any longer!” I huff
rolling over on the bed trying to get comfortable. I’ve resorted to
wearing a simple bra and panties, my clothing sticking to my sweaty
skin had become insufferable. He avoids looking at me when I’m
dressed this way. If I wasn’t so irritated with my mate right now,
the fact that he doesn’t look at me would hurt my feelings. Right
now though, I couldn’t give a fuck. I want this heat to go away
right-fucking-now.

“Not going to happen, Angel, so
get that idea out of your head,” he says calmly, moving to walk out
of the door.

“Give me your phone,” I say,
sitting up straight on the bed with my arm outstretched. Tyler
walks out the room with my dishes and comes back holding his phone.
I snatch it from him and search for Axel’s number.

Axel picks up on the second
ring, “Sup.”

“Axel, I don’t wanna ruin our
friendship so I’m not going to ask you to help me, but can you
please give me Caspian’s number?” I glare at Talon as he freezes,
turning around to face me.

Axel laughs on the other
side of the phone, “He still don’t wanna help you out, babe?” I
look up at Tyler across the dim lit room. He’s still frozen in
place, his shoulders rise and fall with every breath he
takes.

I say, “No, he
doesn’t want to help me. I can’t take this anymore, Ax. I’m going
to call Caspian, he’ll be more than willing to help me with
my
situation
.”

Tyler storms across the room,
ripping the phone out of my hand. “Forget she even asked you. You
inform Caspian about this and I’ll make sure you regret it,” he
says, whilst scowling at me.

He listens to whatever Axel is
saying, I’m too weak to even bother eavesdropping.

“I’ve got it,” Talon says. Then
he’s listening again, never taking his eyes off me.

He pulls the phone away from
his ear and talks into the speaker, “I said I’ve fucking got it.”
He presses a button and drops it on top of the dresser.

He stands there suspended with
an intense look on his face as he looks me over. I swallow and move
backwards on the bed.

“Oh no you fucking don’t.” He
bolts forward, grabbing my ankle and bringing me closer to him at
the bottom of the bed. I sit up and try to pull my foot away from
his tight grip. This causes him to release my foot and grab my jaw,
forcing me to look up into his shiny blue eyes.

“You want this? You want me to
make the burning stop?” He says softly in a sweet caring voice. I
don’t answer, so he pulls my face closer to his as he leans down.
Our lips are nearly touching and I can feel his breath on my lips
as he speaks. “You want this? Answer me,” he says in a firmer
voice.

“Yes!” I say, leaning in for
his lips. He pulls away ever so slightly and before I know it... I
let out a huff of breath, I’m on my stomach with my cheek resting
against the bed. I feel his hands on my ankles as he opens my legs.
I start to panic when I hear him removing his boxer briefs. He
climbs onto the bed behind me. I try to lift myself up, but his
hand rests on my shoulder, his fingers touching my collar bone as
he holds me in place. He leans forward and whispers against my ear,
“You want this?”

My body instantly begins to
cool down when I feel his bare skin touching the back of my thighs.
I feel compelled to say, “Yes.”

He runs his
other hand down the spine of my back and stops at my bra, his
fingers linger on the hooks of my bra but he doesn’t snap it open.
I lay there frozen as tingles surge through my body. Both his hands
come down to rest on my hips and he motions for me to lift my ass
up. I gently lift myself so that I’m resting on my knees before
him. Before I even have time to know what’s going on, I feel a cool
breeze on my ass. He’s ripped away my underwear and I’m not even
fazed that he’s seeing me this way, the only thing on my mind is.
“
Is this really
happening?”

I smile to myself as he
caresses my bottom tenderly.

He yanks my hair in a tight
hold, forcing me to sit up and lean on my hands.

The affectionate, romantic mood
gone .

He growls, “Let’s get this over
with then” harshly yanking my hair. I’m still stuck in the ecstasy
of feeling the heat leaving my body, so I don’t push and shove
against him. I scream when he enters me roughly in one quick
motion, filing me completely. It leaves me panting breathlessly. He
doesn’t stop to give me time to adjust to him. He recedes then
pushes back in even harsher, making me scream out again. With every
thrust I feel my temperature dropping so I don’t stop him. Tyler
makes wild sounds behind me. He continues to tug fistfuls of my
hair, bending my head back harshly. I squeeze my eyes shut, letting
the tears fall silently. I don’t dare make a sound. Tears of relief
fall as the heat leaves my body. I cry because I yearn for my
loving caring mate, but this is all I’ll ever get from Tyler. I’m
taking it even though I know I don’t deserve to be treated this
way. The only sounds that fill the room are coming from him and the
springs in the bed as they squeak.

He starts moving in a
rhythm, the hand resting on my left hip squeezes hard as he grunts.
I feel a sensation building within my core. I try to even my
breathing as he continues his assault on my body, praying that it
will be over soon. His hand tightens on my hair, the fist that
holds it gripping tighter. Then I feel him tense then shudder. He
slowly untangles his hand from my hair then pulls out of me. I fall
flat on the bed, exhausted and relieved that the whole ordeal is
over with. I turn my head away from where he stands looking down at
my half naked body before he walks out of the room. I listen for a
few moments, hearing the front door slam and his car skid away. A
tear falls down my face, not once did he kiss me or talk me through
the experience.

I slowly get myself off the bed
feeling dirty and used, even though I asked him for it. I’m colder
now and even though I should welcome the coldness in, all I want
right now is the warmth back. I look down at the evidence of my
shattered virginity on the sheets of the bed. I rip all the
blankets off and rush off to throw them in the washing machine.

Next stop. Shower.

As the fruity smell of the
conditioner runs through my hair, I think about the scene that
played out moments before. I wince at the flashbacks. I quickly
stop all thoughts, focusing on getting the knots out my hair.

My body aches and I feel a
little discomfort, but it’s nothing compared to what I’ve been
through in the past. I put on one of my shirts and a pair of
shorts, trying to keep myself around the tree house and my thoughts
about Tyler at bay.

I don’t have a phone and I
don’t know if he’s coming back to fetch me. To be honest, after the
entire ordeal… I’d prefer to have some alone time. After two hours
go by, thoughts of losing my virginity to Tyler start resurfacing.
I decide to block it all off, act as though it didn’t happen, that
I didn’t enjoy the possessiveness his body had over me. I’m good at
shutting things out so this should be a piece of cake.

I try link with Talon, I’ve
told him about my heat and I wonder if Tyler has told him about us
having sex.

“You looking
for me
?” I hear Talon’s
worried voice as he links.

“Yeah. How’s things your side?”
I know I’m delaying the inevitable, but I’m a little scared to tell
him that I slept with his brother.

“Its… things
are… it’s busy
,” he stutters.
Clearly everything is still hush-hush so I don’t push for
answers.

“How you
doing
, baby? Are you coping
with the heat? You sound better?”
He sounds worried.

I’m quiet for a
few seconds then I take a deep breath and link back to him,
“
My heats over
Talon
.”

Now it’s his
turn to be quiet, “
What do
you mean? You still have-”
He
abruptly stops talking.

“You slept
with my brother.”
His words
are flat.

I try to butt in but he’s on a
roll. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard, showing you how much I
love you and how badly I want to make this work between us. You
hardly show me any affection in return, Angel. Do I need to treat
you like shit to get some action?” I can feel his fury and I know
his words are only fuelled by his anger. I had no idea he would act
this way. Talon has never showed any jealously toward his brother
-neither has Tyler- but now… hearing the cruelness in his words.
I’m not sure how this mate shit is meant to work between the three
of us if the twins are jealous of each other.

I don’t bother replying. I shut
off the link and build those walls in my mind back up. I’ll speak
to him when he’s calmer.

****

A little later, I hear a
car pull up. Running to the balcony, I look down to find Axel
jumping out of his car. My eyes focus on the other door as it opens
and out climbs Nixon.

I give Nixon a big hug and hold
him longer than I know I should; I’ve missed him.

“Missed you too, little one,”
Nixon chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me
back into the house.