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Craving You

Austin POV

She jumps, detaching her lips from my skin and instantly, I feel an empty nakedness. I groan, covering my face with my hands wanting nothing more than to pull her back down.

She climbs off of me and I groan again, this time in whining frustration. “Where are you going?” I ask, propping myself on my elbows as she picks up her shirt.

She reaches into the pocket of her jeans, that she never even got the chance to take off and she pulls out her cell just as it beeps again. It seems to be some sort of set alarm, but she quickly silences it. “It’s 7:30 now… I should be going.”

"Huh?”

"Your next appointment.” she states in a questioning way, slipping her shirt on. Before I could say anything more, she’s gone, closing the door behind her.

I am hard, heated, and horny, and yet she had the nerves to leave me like this?

My towel is still arresting my aching d**k and I just want release more than anything else, preferably from her, with her… in her.

I sit up but just then the door begins to creek open; a smirk finds its way to my lips; I knew she'd return, it's obvious she can't get enough of me, I'm like an addictive drug- once you've tasted, you're hooked for life.

.... But it isn’t her that enters.

"I see you are already hard and waiting on me.” My 7:30 appointment purrs, flashing me a bright smile; mine fades.

Did that girl really not return? Anger begins seeping into my bones, rage knocking at my heart. Did she really just torture me… and leave?

The brunette walks over, letting her hand slide up my leg to my grown bulge and squeezes it. Obviously, I moan.

“So big.” She smiles, seductively licking her lips. I drop back onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut, and the girl dressed in red lingerie takes that as her invitation to climb on top of me.

My eyes fly open and I stare at her with her head tilted backward and her back arched as she grinds against me. It feels so good even though I haven’t yet penetrated her and she looks so sexy and- Ugh! I can’t believe what I’m about to do.

"Stop!” I shout, though I’m not angry at her but at myself. I have no idea what I’m doing or why I’m doing it but I just can’t go through with this… despite how badly I crave it. “Just go.”

That girl, called mate, that seduced me, then abandoned me, has made a mess of me and now I can’t enjoy the one thing that satisfied me, relieved me of stress, relaxed me and comforted me. She stripped the joy of the only surety in my life.

To say I am vex is a huge understatement. Brex had already retreated the minute the brunette entered.

The brunette on top me still doesn't move, looking down at me as if hoping I’d change my mind.

“Are you not listening?” I shout once again. “GET OUT!” The alpha tone isn't intensional but it certainly gets the job done.

The girl scrambles off me, picking up the black pumps she had strutted into the room with and scurries out, not even stopping to put them on. I am angry with myself for wanting her, angry at myself for running her, but the true placement of the anger is at my mate. Save to say, she frigged me up pretty badly.

I couldn’t sleep that night and if I didn’t know better, I would think I was in heat. I had to take another cold shower, and crank the AC in my room to freezing temperatures just to have a little ease. Eventually, my eyelids close.

"Austin! Get up! Time for school”

I groan, feeling like I hadn't had anything more than 30 minutes of rest. I recalled how the sun had already been peeking through the night sky by the time my eyes finally closed. Why does it seem like my parents only show up to vex my spirit?

I crawl out of bed, no doubt looking like a zombie as I head to the bathroom. 20 minutes later, I am ready for school and as expected, mom and dad have already left. Why do they even bother still?

I sigh, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket sitting like a centerpiece decoration on the table. Tilting the basket slightly, I retrieve the money tucked under it which is routinely left for me to take care of myself. I don’t even bother to lose sleep anymore over the thought of not getting to see them before they leave. I’m accustomed.

Deciding to switch things up today, I take my white Porsche Macan to school.

In no time, I pull into the parking lot and a few seconds later, my phone rings. “Hey Jason,” I greet him.

“What’s up with you… I have been trying to reach you whole night.” The truth is, I was mentally unavailable, so I turned off my phone, but come on, if I tell Jason so, then he’d ask way too many questions and I’m not about to tell anybody that it's a girl that has me so.

“You know how it is when I have a girl over.” I reply instead, quite cocky if I might say so myself.

“That’s not what Brittany told me.” He pauses and I say nothing, so he continues. “She told me you kicked her out.”

“Well, I got bored of her, so I had to swipe left on that one.” I chuckle. “wait, when are you going to show up, I’m at school already,” I say, quickly changing the subject.

There’s a sigh from the other end, he's well aware that I have purposely changed the subject and he's smart enough to let it die there. “I’m on my way.”

“Cool.” I hang up, grabbing my bag and making my way to the entrance. It’s a bit scanty seeing as I’m kind of early, so I head to the back of the school where the gang and I usually hang out.

“Ah, look who it is.” Pete hails.

I nod with a smile, taking a seat on the stump, slightly away from the smoke of Pete’s cigarette puff. I don’t smoke and can barely stand the scent, but I’m nobody’s mother telling them what they can or can’t do; but I guess because birds of a feather flock together, everyone assumes I smoke too and I simply leave them to their own speculations.

My phone rings again and as I pull it out, my eyes fall on caller ID, 'Incubator', and I immediately roll my eyes.

“Parents?” my head shoots up and spots Jason approaching me.

I don’t even have to ask how he knows because I know he knows me well…. sometimes too well. I nod and he gives me a weary smile as I answer the phone.

“Ok, sure no problem.” I sigh before ending the call.

“They need you after school, don't they?”

My brows raise as I lift my head towards Zavier who is sitting beside Pete. “How’d you know?” I ask rather curious.

He points to his head, where a brain should be. “I’m psychic” he smirks.

“Boy if you don't…” Pete playfully raises his hand as if he's about to slap Zavier though he doesn’t. Pete then turns to me. “You had the phone on speaker.”