Four

Blue’s POV

I didn’t leave my room for two days. I told myself it was because I needed to catch up on reading. Also because I had assignments to work on and I just needed space. The truth? I couldn’t face him.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt Azriel’s hands on me. I heard his voice calling me desperate followed by that cruel smile before he walked out and left me shaking on the bathroom floor.

And the worst part? I wanted him to do it again and again and again.The ache came back within hours and it was worse than before. Like my body had gotten a taste of relief and now it was screaming for more.

I tried everything. From cold showers to forcing myself to sleep and taking care of it myself but nothing worked. Nothing gave me that same relief that Azriel’s touch did nd I was losing my mind.

Classes were a blur. I showed up, took notes then left immediately. Oh, and I made sure to avoid the cafeteria completely. I decide to live off granola bars and whatever I could sneak from the kitchen when no one was around.

Sienna tried to corner me once in the hallway but I literally turned around and walked the other direction. I didn’t care if it made me look weak. I just couldn’t deal with her on top of everything else.

The footsteps outside my door got worse though. Every night there was pacing back and forth. Sometimes stopping right outside for minutes at a time. I’d hold my breath waiting to see if they’d knock.

They never did but I knew who it was. I could smell the scent of the leather jacket Azriel likes wearing and it seeped under the door.

On the third day of my hiding, I ran out of shampoo. I knew I’d left the extra bottle in the hall closet when I first moved in but I’d been avoiding leaving my room so much I forgot to grab it. It was early afternoon on Tuesday. The triplets all had classes until at least four.

Yep I have memorized all their schedule.

I could make a quick run to the closet and back. I wrapped myself in my towel, checked the hallway to see it was empty and padded quickly to the closet at the end of the hall.

I found the shampoo and quickly grabbed it. I turned around but walked straight into a wall that smells ridiculously like a human body then realize it was a solid chest.

I stumbled back with a yelp while the shampoo bottle hit the floor. Weston stood there in joggers and nothing else, his hair damp like he’d just showered. His green eyes dragged down my body which was only wrapped in a flimsy towel.

He hummed at the sight then raised a brow.

“Finally out from hiding.”

“I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been studying.” My face went hot.

“Right. Studying. That why you look like you haven’t slept in three days?” He bent down and picked up my shampoo holding it out.

“I’m fine.” I snatched the bottle from him.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Weston is the brother that reads everyone with just a single look. He is the quietest amongst the three but I had a feeling he might be more dangerous than the others. I haven't been proven right though.

I tried to move past him but he shifted, blocking my path. It was not aggressive but enough that I’d have to ask him to move.

“Westonm—”

“Azriel told us what happened.”

“He —what?” My stomach dropped even though I expected it.

“In the bathroom. He said you were so desperate for it.” Weston’s eyes were so intense I had to look away.

Humiliation burned through me that I wanted the floor to open up and just swallow me whole. I have had enough of this.

“I wasn’t — it’s not -”

“Relax, Blue. I’m not judging you. You’re human after all.” His voice dropped lower.

I looked up at him and immediately regretted it because the way he was looking at me wasn’t judgmental at all. It was hunger and I don’t know which is worse.

“The ache is getting worse, isn’t it? You can barely sleep or focus. It feels like something’s missing all the time.” He stepped closer, I stepped back and hit the wall.

How did he know that??

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Still lying. Your scent gives you away. You reek of need, Blue. It’s all over the house.” He braced one hand on the wall next to my head.

“That’s — that’s disgusting. Stop saying things like that.” I know my face is burning right now. Werewolves and their damn sense of smell!

“Why? Because it embarrasses you? Or because you know it’s true?” His other hand came up fingers ghosting along my collarbone where Azriel had kissed me.

I tried so hard to breathe but it was difficult and the ache flared to life so violently I actually swayed on my feet. Weston caught my waist steadying me. His thumb pressed against my hipbone through the towel.

“There it is. You feel it, don’t you? The relief when we touch you.”

“Please don— ” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

“Please what? Please touch you like Azriel did? Please make it stop hurting?” His hand slid higher underneath the edge of the towel.

I wanted to push him away and run back to my room but to my horror I found myself grabbing his shoulders because my knees were about to give out on me.

“You’re even worse than he said. Look at you practically falling apart and I’ve barely touched you.” Weston’s laugh was soft and almost gentle.

“Why is this happening to me?” I whispered.

“Because humans get to this age where they cannot stop themselves. Whether you understand it or not. ” His fingers traced patterns on my inner thigh and I forgot how to breathe.

“What does it mean?”

“You’ll understand soon enough. That’s what makes you so fun to play with.” His fingers moved higher and I whimpered.

He sounded just like Azriel, just as cruel and mocking but his touch was different. He was going much slower like he wanted to study every reaction.

“Make it stop. Please. It hurts so badly and when you - when he --it gets better for a little while and I just —”

I was begging. Actually begging in a hallway in nothing but a towel!

“There she is.” His fingers finally finally found where I needed him. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out.

“None of that. I want to hear you.” His other hand gripped my jaw, thumb pulling my lower lip free.

“Someone might —”

“No one’s home. It’s just us. Just you and me and this pathetic need you can’t control.” He pushed his finger inside me and my vision blurred.

His fingers moved in circles then dipped inside until my vision blurred for a second. His thumb moved slow on my clit then fast then slow again never letting me get comfortable. There was this cruelty about him I never expected.

“Weston-- ”

“What? You want more?” He pulled back to look at my face.

“Beg me.”

“Please ”

“Louder.”

“PLEASE! Please Weston.” It came out needy and breathy.

He gave me what I needed. His fingers pressed exactly right and everything shattered. I came with my hand over my mouth biting down on my palm to muffle the sounds, my whole body shaking against the wall.

Weston held me through it, his other arm around my waist keeping me upright. For a few perfect seconds, the ache disappeared completely. He slowly steps back taking in my wrecked state with those calculating green eyes. Then he smiled.

“You’re going to come asking for this again, aren’t you?”

I stared at him still trying to remember how to breathe.

“When the ache comes back. When it gets so bad you can’t stand it, you’re going to come begging one of us to touch you.” He leaned in close.

“I won’t —” My face burned.

“You will. Because you’re desperate and you can’t help yourself against pathetic human needs.” He grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him.

I know deep down I should be angry and feel humiliated but I just stared at him dumbly. Something is so fucking wrong.

“Will you? Will you do it again? When it comes back?” I hated myself for asking and he gave a wolfish grin showing his fangs.

“Oh, Blue. You think you can just ask nicely and we’ll give you what you want? You have to earn it.” He stepped back putting distance between us.

“Earn it how?”

“Figure it out.”

“You smell so wrong.” He frowned at his hand that has just been inside me his eyes flashing.

Then he was gone. I stood there feeling the ache already creeping back. And I had no idea what “earning it” meant. But god help me, I knew I’d try to find out.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​