The Mark of the Cursed Luna

Chapter Three

Amelia's POV

I had my eyes on one thing. I needed answers and something told me he had them.

I felt a bit guilty for lying to Sophie back there, but the guilt wasn't enough to stop me.

And five minutes later, the field came into view. The track team was wrapping up their practice for the day, doing whatever crap they do.

I spotted a cluster of trees and skipped over there, hiding behind the trees and trying my best to look casual.

It wasn't long before my eyes fell on him, Blaze. He was out with the rest, stretching after what must've been another run.

His track gear, black shorts and a fitted tee shirt clung to his body in a way that showed off every line of muscle as sweat dropped from his head down his body.

Not helping my cause.

I watched as he moved with this effortless power, like the ground beneath gave way for each step.

A couple of teammates slapped his back, laughing about something as he stopped, but he just nodded and walked past them without as much as a smile.

He picked up his bottle and chugged its content down, wiping his mouth afterwards with the back of his hand before joining the rest.

My scar burned hotter, and I pressed a hand to my neck, wincing at it

I should've left then, headed back to the dorm like a normal person. But I didn't. I stayed hidden, watching as the team cleared out.

Blaze slung his bag over his shoulder, walking towards the edge of the field, away from where the rest headed.

My feet moved before I could reason. What I was doing? Stalking some guy I didn't even know.

Uncle Ben would flip if he knew. Hell, he'd probably ground me everyday I didn't have school.

But it was too late now, I had to see what drew me to him and why this crazy scar kept tormenting me.

I followed him from afar, ducking behind benches and trees as my heart pounded like I'd been part of the race.

He didn't go far, just to a quiet spot near the woods, where the sun didn't quite reach.

He dropped his bag down and leaned against a fence, pulling out his phone.

I crouched behind a bush just few feet from him, feeling ridiculous already but unable to stop.

Up close, he was way hotter than I thought.

Those piercing blue eyes ran over his screen with his jaw line locked like he was pissed at the world.

I thought of walking over and saying hi, but I couldn't put together what I'd say afterwards.

I mean, how would I tell him I followed him to know why an ugly scar on my neck hurt every time he came close.

A few minutes passed, and I was nearly chickening out when a blonde lady in a ridiculously short gown showed up.

Chloe Hayes. I recognized her from the cheer squad posters around campus.

She's the lady he hit up with last week.

Wait, why do I even remember that?

She walked slowly towards him, swaying her hips dramatically with a big smile on her face.

“Hey, stranger," I heard her say. She then leaned in way too close to him, brushing his arm with her hand. "Missed you at the party last night. You owe me a rematch from our last hangout."

And the way she said hangout told me she wasn't referring to what I know.

Blaze looked up at her, then his expression shifted to the closest thing to amusement I'd seen on him all day.

"Chloe," he said in a rough voice. "What do you want?"

She laughed, pressing her body against his. Her fingers trailed up his chest, drawing circles around his n****e.

"You know what I want. You were amazing last time, wild, just the way I like it,” she muttered. "Come on, let's get out of here. Your place?"

He hesitated for a second, looking around like he was searching for something.

I ducked immediately, scared he had seen me.

"Fine. But make it quick,” I heard him say and I peeped out to watch as he grabbed his bag and they started walking off together.

Chloe giggled loudly and looped her hand through his, throwing herself around like it was the best day in her life.

That would normally be where I call it a night, but seeing her all over him like that? It stirred something ugly in me.

Then my scar pains kicked in again, almost like it was urging me on.

I watched as they headed off campus, towards the woods edge where some off-campus houses lined up around the trees.

I didn't know when I followed them till I stepped into the woods too.

I stuck to the shadows, stepping around gently to avoid making a sound.

What was I hoping to find? Answers? Or was I just being stupid?

But I couldn't answer as they soon slowed at the sight of a small cabin-like house way behind most cabins.

It looked pretty old with a porch and a single light flickering through the darkness.

They went inside, closing the door behind them.

But that didn't stop me, I crept closer, following the sound of their feet and telling myself I'd just peek and leave as I rounded the house carefully.

A window on the side of the room they entered was cracked open with its curtains half-drawn.

I ducked under the base and peered in, feeling like a total creep but unable to stop anyway.

Inside, the room was dim, but I could see clearly.

Blaze had his back to me and I watched as he peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion.

His back muscles flexed heavily and I was stuck admiring every inch of it.

His broad shoulders stood tall as he walked over to the side of the bed.

Chloe, who was sitting on the bed, unbuttoning her shirt, dropped to her knees as he stepped closer.

She ran a hand over his crotch through his trousers before undoing his zipper.

He stepped to his left slightly, shielding the sight from me with his back now facing me again.

But I noticed Chloe's body moving fast and it didn't take long to realize what she was up to.

I felt bile rising behind my throat, but didn't have it in me to look away.

Then she rose suddenly and jumped on him, roaming his chest with her hands as she pulled his lips to hers.

He put his hand around her waist, then down to her ass as she wrapped her feet around him and her hands on his neck.

Right before my eyes, they made out like hungry animals, kissing and grabbing anything their hands could find.

Blaze practically ripped off her gown and she purred in response, tugging at his trousers till he helped her take them off.

This was probably the point I should have looked away, given them that private moment as they both clung to each other naked.

But it was like I'd been trapped, my legs didn't respond and frankly, the only part of me that worked were my eyes.

He quickly backed her against the wall with his hands gripping her waist and lifting her slightly as she wrapped her legs around him again.

She moaned loud enough to make my face burn as he began rocking her with his waist.

"Blaze... yes, just like that," she gasped, with her fingers tangling in his hair.

He growled, like actually growled as he quickened the pace, pounding into her.

I don't know whether it was just me, but I felt the cabin shaking as he kept shooting into her.

Chloe's eyes rolled back and she widened her legs and hands slightly like she had been zapped .

It was raw, intense, nothing like the awkward kisses I'd seen in movies or read in books.

His lips trailed down her neck as she cried out when she found her voice. "Harder... make me scream!" She begged and I honestly felt she didn't mean it.

Cause he went into her so hard, I was left feeling the pain outside.

I watched as he pulled out of her, stepping aside before a gasp nearly escaped my throat.

I wrapped my hands around my mouth but felt beads of sweat pouring down my head at the sight of his d**k.

I had only seen them in pictures and bio class in high school. I had never been this close to one, especially one that scary.

Heat flooded my face as I watched him place Chloe on the edge of the bed, arranging her till she had her hips in the air and face buried in the bed.

She looked helpless, but didn't move as he penetrated her again. This time, I wasn't mistaken, the bed shook violently as he pounded her.

She cried out with her hands gripping the sheets and pulling them violently.

My scar had been burning since I got here, but I barely took notice of it as my whole body lost the ability to do anything but stare.

My mouth went dry and my hands kept shaking as I was left wondering how I would leave.

I shouldn't have watched on till this moment, but I was frozen, I was stuck, I was leaning forward.

And I didn't notice till my head pushed open the window.