Trigger (2)
1294 Words
“Okay, what just happened?” she practically yelled, throwing her hands up.
“Keep your voice down!” Fred hissed, shooting a quick look at a group of students passing nearby.
“I’m trying, alright?” Monica snapped back, frustrated. “But do you realize what Ezra just did? The entire school’s talking about it. The gossip’s everywhere already!”
“I heard them too,” Fred added with a sigh.
“I saw her in the toilet,” I cut in, trying to steer the conversation before it got worse. “I followed her scent. She looked... off. Like she was in heat or something. I don’t know.”
Monica's eyes widened. “Wait—was she the one you slept with?!”
Fred stepped closer, eyeing me carefully. “You seem... drawn to her, Ezra.”
Monica glanced between us. “Did our parents say anything about us, concerning the club? Or... about coming home late?”
She didn’t wait for an answer before launching into her own rant.
“You won’t believe what happened when I got home,” she huffed. “My mom wouldn’t let me breathe. She almost got me grounded! I’m almost twenty!”
Fred and I exchanged glances, letting her vent.
“Ever since my dad died,” Monica continued, her voice quieter now, “she’s been acting like a child. Like I’m the one keeping the house together. It's exhausting.” She let out a long sigh. “That’s why I sneak in through my bedroom window instead of the front door. It's easier than listening to her nag me to death.”
Fred let out a low whistle. “Damn.”
“I'm serious. She was so pissed. I want to get my apartment. I hate living with her. She doesn't let me breathe.”
I stayed quiet.
“Imagine being in my room and she barges in and asks what I'm doing. Why does she want to know what I'm doing?”
I could still smell the lingering trace of her. I remembered everything.
“Why does she want to get involved in every aspect of my life?”
And I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was coming together. I pushed her back against the wall and smashed my lips onto hers.
“I've told you. Just don’t take things personally. Whatever she does, ignore it!”
I got so intoxicated by her scent that it got me hard. I was so horny and was in my head. Sucked her pink n*****s. She grabbed my head, urging me not to stop sucking her.
“Ignore her?!” she reacted. “She's so f*****g annoying. It's not that easy to ignore her. She gets on my f*****g nerves.”
“Excuse me, guys.” I walked past them.
When I met her at a certain place, she asked us to meet. The moment her body pressed against mine, I lost the last thread of control. We kissed each other non-stop. I pounced on her in bed, taking off her clothes. She was so sweet. I could jerk off all day, thinking about her.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Her sweet scent was all over me. My breath grew heavier. She arched into me, grinding her hips against mine, her hands tugging at my shirt with shaking fingers.
“Ahhh.” She gasped. “Ezra.” She moaned, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. Arms around my neck as we kept kissing roughly.
“I want you, Ezra, more.” Her hands found the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair. She rolled her tongue up my neck.
“Fuck.” I murmured.
She was so sweet. I could eat her up and still wouldn't get satisfied.
“Put it inside me, please.” She moaned, “…ahh…put it in.”
My hands reached for my belt, my zipper, every instinct screaming to claim her right there. My heart was thundering, my wolf howling in my chest. I pulled out my d**k, pushed it in slowly.
“Ezra—ahhh… Ezra—!”
She was so…fucking warm and tight. I was losing my mind. f*****g damn beautiful. I loved how her p***y clouded my d**k. This was pure heaven.
“More, Ezra. More…ahhh…”
“Damn!” I groaned, and began thrusting. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I rammed into her, went faster and harder.
“Ezra…love don't…”
Every moan, every whimper, every time she cried out my name, made me insane.
"Ezra...Ez-ra...ahhhh..."
My senses were a mess. My breath ragged, my thoughts all scattered and slipping through my grasp.
“You feel so good, baby.” I kept thrusting. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Her nails clawed into my back, and I didn’t care. I wanted to feel everything and stay inside her forever. The sound of her crying out, broken and needy, pulled another groan from deep in my throat. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, still not getting enough of her. I went even faster. Her sweat, breath, and need. I wanted all of her for myself.
“Ezra...aghhh...Ezra...Ezra.”
I woke up suddenly, as if pulled out of a dream. The bed beside me was empty and cold. My eyes snapped open again, sharper this time, my senses kicking in. Without thinking, I got up and moved through the unfamiliar space.
Like I’d been here before. My feet carried me straight to the kitchen. And there she was.
Standing by the counter, quietly making a sandwich like it was the most normal thing in the world. But damn… the sight of her hit me like a punch to the chest.
Her white gown clung gently to her skin, flawless, stopping just above her knees. Sleeveless. Soft. Simple. Her short brown hair brushed the tops of her shoulders, smooth like silk. A thick bang covered most of her forehead, casting a shadow over her eyes, those golden-brown eyes that looked like they could stop time.
I couldn’t look away.
“You’re awake?” She whispered, her shy smile tugging at her lips.
She has a soft voice.
Her lips, pale pink and heart-shaped, were so kissable they drove me insane. Her nose was small and sharp. Eyebrows curved just right.
And damn, she was beautiful. More than I imagined. And small too.
She took the sandwich off the counter, handed it to me. “Want some?”
“Yeah.” I took the sandwich and stared at her a little. “What's your name?”
She seemed taken aback for a second before she regained her composure. “My name is…is…”
“What?”
“Nymera.” She answered.
That's a nice name. I thought. “Nymera.” I repeated, along with a nod. “Love it.” I chuckled until I realized something. The sandwich I held in my hands almost fell off.
“Yes, that's right.” She smiled once more. “I'm an alpha.”
I frowned.
She went on. “If I had approached you as an alpha, you wouldn't have gotten close to me. You would have thought I was…”
“An enemy?” I finished.
“Yes, that's right.” She nodded. “And I didn't want that to happen, so I had to disguise myself as an Omega.”
“Who are you?” I stood in front and we directly faced each other. “Who the hell are you?!”
Her eyes twitched. Those eyes held a sadness I didn't quite understand. She took a few steps back, then she hesitated and came a little closer.
“I'm a pureblood.” She turned her back and showed me the back of her neck.
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