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"What's wrong?" I ask Mid. She shrugs her shoulders without saying anything and climbs down from my car along with her new friend, who gives her a tight hug.
"Thank you. It's time to go home, but I'll call you tomorrow," she promises and Midnight's face lights up again, "Bye."
"Bye, Fiona," Mid tells her and then Fiona gives me a dirty look before walking off down a dark alley. I wait for Mid to tell me something about what happened at the club or with her new friend, but she just walks to the passenger seat and waits for me to open the door. She smells upset and looks like it, too.
I don’t understand why.
Midnight
I've never been mad at anyone before, not even at my grandmother. I've been mad at situations, of course, but never at another person. And I know I shouldn't be, it's so silly. But I can't help it either.
"Seriously, Mid. Tell me what's wrong, you're so quiet," Gray asks once he manages to start the car and we're on our way home.
"I thought kissing was something you didn't do," I reply and look down the street because I don't want to look at him. Being angry about this seems childish. However, things are what they are and I was annoyed that he lied to me about something like this, "You could have told me that you didn't want to kiss me. You didn't have to lie."
"What?" He asks and laughs, "Don't be silly, Mid. That wasn't a kiss. And what I told you is true because I haven't kissed anyone. Not for a long fücking time."
"Of course it was a kiss. Your lips were on hers and then you stuck your tongue in her mouth. It was not very sweet but by definition, it was a kiss."
"No. A kiss is what Baxter gave you," he fights, turning his eyes to me and then to the road again, "What I just did with Gemma is just gross. Something disgusting that for some unknown reason, she gets a laugh out of so I do it for that. No other woman deserves something so nauseating, especially not my sweet Midnight.”
"Oh... okay," I mumble, clenching my hands on my thighs and trying to hide how much I liked that he called me that, but he notices anyway and gives me a wink, "Thanks, I guess."
I feel bad for acting like an immature envious bïtch, so for the rest of the way, I lean on Gray’s shoulder and hug him around the waist as I tell him what happened today. I also tell him how excited I am that I made a new friend like Fiona. She is an omega and very, very beautiful, like Regina and Gemma, but she doesn't treat me like I'm a stray dog that they had to accept into their home.
"So you had a good time?" Gray asks when we’re in the hallway and I nod. Even though I got someone jailed and they're probably going to shut that club down because of me, I think it was fun, "I.... well, I didn't have a happy ending, if you know what I mean. But I'll take care of that myself."
"Good luck with that then, and thanks for taking me with you," I reach over to give him a hug. Gray lifts me up a little and spins me around a couple of times like he did with Gemma, but in a more delicate way. I loved it.
When I walk into the apartment, Angie is in the kitchen and quickly comes up to me to ask how it was.
"Really?" she laughs when I finish telling her the whole story and shakes her head, "Well, you'll have other experiences. That kind of thing happens to all of us, but tomorrow we'll talk about it better, okay? Bastian is waiting for me. We're taking advantage of Lion not being here tonight."
She goes to her room and I stay in the kitchen to eat something. I still don't feel very comfortable here, but I like knowing that I'm welcome and that I can do whatever I want in this place because it's basically mine too. It feels really good to finally belong to one place.
After I've had something to eat, I go to my room and as soon as I put on my pajamas and lie down on the bed, I realize how much Bastian and Angie are taking advantage of Lionel not being here.
And by "taking advantage" I mean they are having very, very hard sëx against the wall that connects our rooms. The walls are soundproof, so I can’t actually hear their moans or something but I definitely can hear the banging on the wall.
I've managed to accept around these days that Bastian is very much in love with Angie and that I'm never going to get a chance to be with him, but I still think he's perfect and that I love him.
So I am jealous. Pretty much.
I don't want to stay and listen to this, nor do I want to think about what it would be like if I were there with Bastian instead of Angie, so I'm leaving.
I hadn't realized how lucky it is that my friend lives so close to me until this moment when I need a place to stay for a while and someone to talk to.
I put on my closest shoes and immediately leave for Gray's apartment. The door is unlocked so I allow myself to enter without announcing my arrival. I walk towards his room and just as I get close to the door I realize that it’s ajar. And then I hear a small sound. A small, very low moan coming from in there, so I go completely still.
There's no way he's in there with anyone, so I guess he's ‘taking care of it himself’ as he told me earlier.
This is a private moment, I should just leave and forget this incident. I know that if I were touching myself I wouldn't want anyone to be around me, listening to me. I am about to leave when another sound, now a little louder, stops me.
I don't know why exactly, but a man's moans have always been what makes me come harder, and better. Watching two men having sëx is good and I like it, but watching a man alone, lost in his own pleasure is a thousand times better and I can't just walk away when I get the chance to see it in person.
Swallowing and feeling horrible, I put my hand on the door and very slowly I push on it, then I peek through the small strip.
Gray is lying on his bed. His pants are down and his shirt is pulled up to his chest. I bite my bottom lip when I can see the aggressive way he’s jerking off. And then I pay more attention and I have to bite my lips to not make any noise because his dïck is huge. It’s so huge it doesn’t look real anymore. I know about dïcks quite a lot and I have never, ever seen one that big. And I’ve seen hundreds of them, probably thousands.
Is it because he’s a werewolf? An alpha? Oh god. I can’t.
Gray clenches his jaw but still lets out a few small moans as he rams into his own hand violently. This is the best thing I've ever seen in my entire life, I don't think I've ever been this turned on before.
I can't help but reach my hand down my dress and touch myself over my panties. It's nowhere near as good as doing it au naturel, but I can't get naked right now, can I? No, I shouldn't.
I start touching myself and my breathing gets heavy and erratic.
Grayson goes completely still for a moment, opening his eyes. I get filled with dread at the thought that he already knows I'm here but as soon as he stops, he starts again.
This time, I guess he realizes he's all alone or something, because he lets himself go completely. He stops hiding his moans and turns a little more towards the door, so now I can see more of his body. His very delicious marked body and his huge dïck.
He starts touching himself all over with his other hand and his thrusts are now stronger. I feel so much pleasure that my nïpples start to ache against my bra cups, so I reach up with my other hand to pinch one of them.
I can't believe I'm doing this, but at the same time... I don't care. It feels extremely good, and when he starts to come, making a mess of his abs, I let go too, silently, shuddering and hurting my lip when I bite it too hard.
After that, comes disbelief and silence.
And after that, embarrassment.
“Did you enjoy that as much as I did, Angel?”
And after that, the urge to dig a hole in the ground and stay buried there forever.
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