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36 - What Hazel Wants
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Flying Death 37 - Simone
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “I’m floating,” I moan, as I rub my fingers between my legs. My head swirls with thoughts of mating, thoughts of Travis marking me. It’s literally making me high, I feel so incredible that when he touches me I think I may very well be possessed. I feel so hot, as if I’ve been laying in the sun all day. It feels incredible, but the ache in my belly needs something more. I moan again, this time in approval when his hands glide up my legs and to my hips. He’s saying something, but it’s like a dream. Everything is swirling and cloudy, but I just need his hands on me. I’m so desperate. “Travis,” I murmur, just as I feel something cool against my face. Now I'm like a mermaid flapping in the water. It’s cool when I’m so hot, so fluid and so-- *Hmmmm, mate,* I hear, making my eyes pop open, only my vision is blurry and I can’t seem to focus it. I try to speak but it’s like something is competing with me. Wanting to talk through me, and my brain short circuits with
Flying Death 38 - Too Late
~Punch’s Point of View~ *My room, twenty minutes, not negotiable,* I say, over mind-link to both Missile and Klunk. They both half assed reply, clearly groggy and sleepy. I fall into a chair and rub my face. When I finally look at Hazel, she’s got her arms crossed and she’s pacing. The anger is practically radiating from her and honestly, it’s a bit terrifying. I feel so many different things at once I’m almost freakishly relaxed because it almost doesn’t seem real. No doubt a long night of solid fucking my mates still has me in a twist. “He said they had you on video, obviously that’s bullshit. Where’s your pack vest at right now,” she asks, dropping to her knees in front of me. I growl and make fists with my hands. Picking up my phone, I dial Buddy. His wolf has the best nose out of any of us. “Reeve, you okay,” the male answers. “Not really. I need you to shift and give my room a thorough deep dive. Especially on and around my bed where I left my vest. The only scents that s
Flying Death 39 - Joined
~Punch’s Point of View~ I forced myself to change my entire mentality during this week to try and become Travis again, the male that Hazel would want and who she deserves. And now? I gotta get right back to Punch. A lot of humans think shifters are all talk, and maybe some are I guess. But not werewolves, and certainly not the Flying Death. There will be no hiding what I am in a human jail, but I proudly display my ink. I more than want everyone to know they better not even dare fuck with me. The last thing I need is to let some human get under my skin and start a fight. A fight they’ll definitely lose with one punch. Then I’ll be in even more shit than I already am. The booking process was highly amusing since shifters don’t normally have ID like humans do. I told them I was Travis Dennison and that raised some eyebrows. Missile has all the credentials one should need since he’s got a real straight and narrow job and all. I don’t even have an actual driver’s license, never needed
Flying Death 40 - Shifted!
~Hazel’s Point of View~ Everything around me is a blur of voices, hands on me and who knows what. I feel my father’s warmth and I feel safe enough for now. Mate. I’m mated!! There’s just nothing else that matters. Wellllllll, aside from the fact that they shot Mick with a dart and my entire body crippled with pain for a second until he passed out. His lifeless body shifted back, in all of Travis’ naked glory. I did enjoy that view. But I need to go back and claw the eyes from that female who shot him, especially since she was gawking! Shifters are not entertainment for humans! “How the hell could this happen,” my father seethes as he carefully sets Simone’s body down in the cab of a truck. The anger radiating off him is palpable, so intense that even though he’s not technically our Alpha, I feel his aura through Simone. We’re both exhausted and even though the first thing new wolves generally want to do is run and hunt … we just got mated. So really, there’s not a whole hell of
Flying Death 41 - Let's Get Physical
~Hazel’s Point of View~ When I’m in a long hallway where every single door looks the same, Simone fully comes alive. She tells me with each door I pause at that it isn’t the right one. *Hazel? You’re so close where are you,* Travis asks, over mind-link. Goddess, I’ve always wanted him stuck in my head and now I’ve got my wish! *I think it’s the next one,* Simone shouts, and I move so fast I can’t even register it. The door flies open before my hand hits the knob and then I’m in his arms. As desperately as I want him to hold me, as I want to just listen to his heart, there’s simply no time. I pull back and slam the door, then throw the lock. I look around at what appears to be an office but all I can see is a massive deep couch with tons of room. Travis flips off the light but takes the sheet from me. “There’s no cameras, I checked. But they wouldn’t see us in the dark anyhow. I’ll throw this on the couch so you can take it home and smell it,” Travis says, turning away. Si
Flying Death 42 - Dial It Up
~Hazel’s Point of View~ You’d think that since I had to go mate and dash, then spend the night without my male I’d be in a totally foul mood. Well, I’m not. I know he’ll be home, even if I don’t have an exact time. Being surrounded by his brothers, by his family somehow makes it okay. Somehow makes it not so shitty. “Haze! Hey, you feel like answering the phone,” Missile says, poking his head into the kitchen. I make a face, not quite understanding. He’s wearing his garage jumpsuit, in all black with his colorful arms sticking out of the cut off sleeves. His earrings sparkle like usual and his look is complete with a black backwards hat. *Don’t you look at him! Jeez,* Simone scolds. I clear my throat. I did mean to call Kylie about prom night! I need to get on that. “Who calls the packhouse,” I question, as I finish pouring myself some iced tea. It’s quite past breakfast but not quite lunch. I worked up a hell of an appetite with all that mating and I can’t seem to drink enough!
Flying Death 43 - Smooth
~Travis’ Point of View~ “When can I fucking leave,” I snarl, pounding my fist on the table. “I’m doing my best Mr. Dennison,” the lawyer insists. Mr. Dennison. Fucknig hell. Even Dozer’s father didn’t go by that name, we’re just not formal people. While the same law firm has represented our pack for decades it seems like they don’t even know us. But then again, there’s only so much we’re willing to tell outsiders. Their firm has a mix of shifters and humans and in my current predicament that is a good thing. I rub my face in annoyance. It’s been three days since Hazel was in my arms, since the smell of her sweet arousal filled my nose and coated my tongue. I cannot fucking wait anymore. “What is the hold up,” I say, trying to use a nicer voice. “You kind of pissed off the judge, well Hazel did but it's all the same to the humans,” he defends. “You know damn well there was nothing about that she could have stopped or controlled,” I growl, jumping to my feet and getting in his fa
Flying Death 44 - Intentions
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I don’t know if it's better or worse to try and meet Hector so early in the evening, but it's now or never. *I still don’t get it,* Simone insists. *I don’t expect you to,* I reply, as Ginny turns a corner a bit too fast and I have to grab the car’s handle. “You know my man will be super pissed if he knows I helped you,” she huffs. Though I know she likes stirring up trouble. Though she doesn’t know all the details and hasn’t asked. “You’re a true friend Gin. I’m very grateful,” I say, giving her arm a little rub. She just shakes her head in response and mumbles. She agreed to drive me to the border, unfortunately it’s still a ways to the skating rink. I honestly don’t know if it’ll be better or worse to try and go the rest of the way on two legs or four. People will know who I am regardless. Ten minutes later, I’m staring at my phone but doing all I can to walk quickly. It’s a miracle the map even went into this territory, not all packs allow it. When
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