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I knew it was wrong to watch them, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to see their release and then I could leave, but Aeon caught me watching. My breath hitched as excitement flowed through me, I couldn’t move. Aeon lifted Lucien upright, as he leaned his head back lost in his pleasure.

Aeon grabbed Lucien's length in his hand, stroking him, keeping eye contact with me as they both tipped over the edge. I bit my lip hard to keep myself from moaning at the sight. My time was up, making me quickly turn around to leave to get some relief of my own, but before I left the hallway, I ran into a hard naked chest.

14

ZEV

The night was beautiful with the moon hanging low, there was a slight breeze, and I could even smell the delicious food Mr. Potter had cooked. I definitely needed to make a trip to the dining room to see what he had made. I laid on the ground for a few more moments before I grabbed a pair of pants from a wooden box we had out here on the grounds.

When a Belladonna is here, we all wear clothing, but when it’s just us, we spend about ninety percent of the time naked. There is no point in changing if all I’m going to do is tear up another pair of pants or just get naked again to shift in an hour. We were all comfortable in our own skin.

It wasn’t uncommon to see your pack without clothes and when we did our pack runs, everyone undressed together. It was just a way of life for us. The thought of pack life kept appearing in my mind causing me to feel more lonely than usual.

Was the Belladonna preying on my weakness? Was she a telepath? Aeon was so hell bent that she was manipulating us that maybe I hadn’t taken her seriously. She didn’t seem threatening at all, but that meant nothing. Anger ran through me, and I welcomed it. She would not get to me, another Belladonna would not punish us again. We would not fall victim to the whims of this woman.

I walked around towards the front of the manor to stop by the dining room to see what Mr. Potter had made when something caught my eye beyond the gate.

It was a small movement that I wasn’t sure what I had actually seen or perhaps it was my mind playing tricks on me. The place was heavily warded by the spell and in the two hundred years we had been here, I had never seen someone come up to the gate.

Just to be sure it wasn’t my imagination, I sunk back into the shadows to wait and see if I could see more movement. When nothing happened for about ten minutes, I decided it was just in my head. I went into the house, washing my hands first before heading into the dining room.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled her. She didn’t wear perfume, so this was all her. It was musky and sweet at the same time.

I hadn’t seen her since I shifted outside of her room a few days ago. My wolf had forced the shift early, which wasn’t really uncommon when a Belladonna was here, but I remembered everything this time. Our consciousnesses shared the space of what I thought was going to be anger. He was curious, a little wary of her, but he needed to be near her.

Now all I could think about was that she was manipulating us. She had to be a powerful telepath, but every time I felt for her, it was like her magic was muted. I was curious what her family had casted on her and why? Did they think we would let our guard down with a weaker witch?

These questions drove me mad and for once I was grateful I only had to stew for an hour a day. I don’t know how I would survive if I had all day to think about her and her motives.

I served myself a plate of everything Mr. Potter had made because it smelled delicious, and that man was too good to us. I knew he would be happy because it looked like we all had come down to eat today. The food was excellent as usual, making me want to go back for more, but I needed to see what the Belladonna was up to. She had been quiet these past few days, and I didn’t like it.

I grabbed a few cookies instead, following the scent of her, wondering what she was up to. It smelled like she had taken a few cookies with her as well. Following her scent up the stairs, I stayed on the landing when I heard the lustful sounds of Aeon and Lucien.

Jealousy burned its way through my heart. There was nothing worse than hearing the sounds of them to remind you that you’ve been alone for the past two hundred years.

The moment I heard them, I wanted to turn away to go back to my room, but the Belladonna’s scent was also coming from his room. Was she with them? Flashes of her body writhing with the need to finish, her dark hair fanned out on the bed as she grabbed the sheets, looking at me with those violet eyes while I tasted her, ran through my head.

My imagination ran wild, making me hard, and I had no choice but to see what the hell was going on. Her scent had an underlying tartness to it that made me realize she was aroused. Her scent hit me with such force when I spotted her leaning against the wall while she looked at them, enthralled. Her hand was resting at the base of neck, her breathing was quick, and she smelled good enough to eat.

Suddenly, I felt like I was starving.

Their climax was loud enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t hear it from all of our rooms. The Belladonna rubbed her legs together, whimpering softly before she looked away and down to the floor.

Her face was a gorgeous shade of pink, my wolf urged me to move forward closer to her, to smell her, rub against her, to taste her. My gums ached with the need to shift, distracting me, enough that I didn’t know she was close until I heard her gasp.

My instincts shifted quickly as I grabbed her, throwing her over my shoulder to walk down the hall. Once I turned the corner, I released her slowly, letting her slide down the front of my body. Her breasts, her heat and the anger in her eyes made my chest tighten. I pushed her against the wall.

“Did you like it?” I growled.

Her pupils dilated, her breathing was shallow, and the blush still ran down her chest to the tops of her breasts. Her violet eyes were large, looking innocent for a moment before anger returned, her violet eyes slowly darkened.

“Did you like it?” she growled back.

“I wasn’t the one watching from the hallway, rubbing my thighs together,” I said, leaning down close to her ear. “If I slip my fingers in you, will I find you wet?”

“Fat chance, asshole,” she said, getting ready to slap me before I caught her hand, tightening my grip, expecting her to yell in pain. Her nostrils flared, but no signs of discomfort showed on her face. I grabbed her other arm, pinning them above her head, making her breasts look that much more delectable.

“Tsk, Tsk.” I shook my head. “You should know by now that our reflexes are faster than yours. Now answer my question. Did you enjoy watching them? Do I need to offer some relief?” I pushed my leg between hers, but not close enough to her core.

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