The Color Of Rejection

Trapped In The Closet

Haven POV: As I get out of the shower I head straight

to the wardrobe I notice everyone left which is fine I

could use some peace and quiet for now and unpack

while I am at it.

While in the closet I hear the bedroom door open and

close the closet door is slightly ajar so I peek out

to see who it is as I am not dressed and it a girl. A

beautiful girl, with smooth caramel color skin not a

scratch on her, beautiful sugar colored eyes, thick

log curly hair, nice plum lips, and a body shaped like

she was sculptured by the gods.

I can't explain it I feel this connection to her, not like a mate but close enough. Like I want, No I need to be close to her some how. Damn it I wish I had my wolf to help me with this.

Suddenly I feel this warmth growing in the pit of my stomach and I feel

heat rising within me. I look down to realize that my d**k is

so hard it hurts. I look back to the room to see her

walk to the other closet and grabs what looks like her

luggage and places it on the bed. She pulls out a

bikini set and some body wash than I notice she starts to undress.

I feel like I need to turn away or at least let her

know that I am here but for some strange reason I cant

bring myself to say anything or take my yes away from her. So

I watch as she slowly removes her top and shorts. I

don’t even realize that I take my throbbing d**k in my

hands and start stroking it as she then goes to remove

her bra and got damn it her breast are f**king

perfect.

I start to feel a build up even more and I notice that I am

about to c*m hard just when I am hitting my peak I

look back up to realize a pair of eyes looking right

back at me and I came undone in that moment and muffled my

growl only to notice her beautiful eyes are coming towards

the door and panic begins to set in then suddenly

there’s a knock at the door.

She wraps a towel around her body and let the person

in. It’s a tall guy built like a killing machine, with a soft

touch to him. His skin caramel cream and smooth, his hair a shiny close cut with waves, a strong jaw line, and perfect Greek sculpted abs. His muscles grow tense as he looks around the room and eyes where I am. As if he knows I am here the corner of his lips curve into a small mirk easy to miss if you're not paying attention, but he makes no effort to call me out of my hiding place. Did I imagine it or does he know I am here. Brushing off the thought my mind quickly shift as I see him eyeing the girl with lust, love, admiration, and need in his eyes.  I wonder is he is her mate. Suddenly I feel that sensation rise again and yes my d**k is even harder than before. Uuuuhhh.... f**k am I to do now? Watching them but in my own mind imagining myself f*****g her along with him I begin to stroke my d**k harder. I contain my grunts and breathing as I come to my climax and once again I c*m feeling as if I just released my seed into her deep, warm, wet cave at the same time he does. Damn it I feel like such a perv right now. The hell is going on with me?

I don’t catch their whole conversation only the end where she tell him to go ahead while she takes a shower and she will meet them later. Sh*t hearing her say that I quickly turn to find my clothes not trying to think of her in the shower. Last thing I need is another b***r. I take a deep breath as I’m trying to straighten myself out only to notice that the guy left and the girl ran into the bathroom. I hurry to get dressed and leave the room before she comes out. I decided to jump off the balcony because I don’t want to take a chance on being seen leaving the room not knowing who’s on the other side of the door.

As I jump down and land perfectly on my feet I look back up to the room and say to myself that, If my imagination of her f**k me gets me off like that I can only imagine what the real thing must be like. I will see her again, I just hope her mate don't sense my lust towards her.