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My body buzzes with arousal, my nipples hard, and my core hot and needy.

Slipping into a set of PJs that were a gift from Eva, ones that are covered in pandas and hearts, I slide into bed, pulling the covers up over my lap.

I read for a few hours to help decompress from the day.

When I decide I am tired enough, feeling settled that I have heard nothing from Aston, I snuggle down and pull the covers to my chin.

A slight breeze hits my forehead as I drift off to sleep, and I am too tired to react, but I feel the ache in my heart.

9

Camo

After my job of finding some punk ass bitch who likes to steal things that do not belong to him, the pull to see her drove my need to be close, so I rode past her apartment. When I saw the pizza boy arrive, I knew this was my chance to get into her house without being seen, so I faded and snuck past the kid.

I had only meant to stay to see her, to fill my need to lay eyes on her, but when I saw she was not alone, I knew that I needed to stick around, but interfering would spook the kid and piss Skyla off.

I watched her with him, the way she made him know that he had nothing to fear from her, and he doesn’t. Skyla is one of the best women I know, which is why my head, heart and soul are so fucking torn over her.

I wanted to reach out and touch her. To kiss her, to feel her skin against mine, but I know she is still angry with me and she has every right to not want to see me, but my need to keep a watch over her always wins out.

When that boy, Aston, told Skyla that his mom barely feeds him, or even knows he is there, but the fucking stepfather hits him and the woman who birthed him does nothing, it sent me into a rage.

I had to hold in that anger and need to kill, so I did not scare the boy. He looks fucking small for his age. Over the years, me and my brothers have seen some nasty shit involving children and it is one thing that we will not stand by and watch.

Watching her with him sets something off in my soul, but I push it down for tonight, and I will deal with it later.

My fists clench at my sides, as my gaze tracks her every move. She locks up her house and she looks out through the window, checking for anyone lurking around. Her shoulders tense when I step forward, and I know she can feel me.

Besides my brothers, who I have trained to sense me, no other person has ever felt me watching them. It is why I am feared among the supernatural, but Skyla calls to me on a deeper level, which is why I think she senses when I am close by.

Skyla gets herself a drink and some snacks before she goes to her bedroom but she checks on the boy first. Luckily for me, she does not close her door all the way, so I can slip out without waking her.

With the knowledge of what she is about to do next, my cock pumps full of blood, painfully hard in an instant. I bite my lip, keeping my growl locked down as she strips, making a show of removing her clothes slowly.

Her panties and bra go next and I fail at staying away. Without touching her body, I inch closer, and I know she feels me this time, seeing her breath hitch and her nipples peak to hard tips.

Bringing my hands up, I hover over her body, starting at her shoulders, moving down her arms, to her hands, static hoversbetween us. Flexing my fingers to stop myself from reaching for her, I can smell how aroused she is.

Skyla always smells good when she is turned on.

I step back and watch as she slips into some pajamas, and climbs under the covers, leaning against the headboard and opens her kindle to read. With my back to the wall, I watch her.

I take in every feature that I can see of hers. Her black hair with blue/purple ends, the little stud she has in her nose. She has a small scar at the corner of her mouth, which she got when she was a teenager and got into a fight.

Her lips twitch as she reads, her eyes widen at certain points. Observing her like this makes me see her in a different light, because not once in the time we have been fucking have I come here to just watch her.

To see, truly see, her.

It has only been lately that the pull is stronger with her. Maybe I need to have a sit down with Pres and see what advice he can give me.

Her movement pulls me from my thoughts, and I see her placing the device on the bedside table before she snuggles down under the covers, pulling them up to her chin.

With a soft smile on her face, she sighs, and I wait until she is sleeping before I leave, but I check on the boy before I go, a deep need to protect him settling in my gut.

I slip out the door, locking it behind me with a grin on my face because Skyla does not know that I have a key to her house. Having my particular supernatural powers means I have some advantages, but I cannot walk through walls and shit.

Mounting my bike, I shoot off a text to the brothers to see if anyone of them are free to have some fun, and by fun, I mean in the cause some pain variety.

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