Being Watched

Blaire

"Shut up, Hera!"

I couldn't take her endless howls of excitement, as she was only making my anxiety worse.

"You should be excited. You've caught his attention. Finally, we are no longer invisible to our mate." She smirked.

I rolled my eyes at her, seemingly out of the right words that would perfectly convey my message to her.

"Yeah, well, not like this." I replied.

I hugged my knees to my chest, tapping my feet on the bed, trying to calm my disrupted nerves. Even after hours of being far away from him, the goosebumps still lay awake on my skin, my heart was still erratically beating, and my body was incessantly craving his hands on mine like earlier.

The tingles remained on my body, the sensitivity in my core building even more as his words rang in my ear. The situation I had found myself in with him wasn't supposed to excite me, but surprisingly, it did. Everything about how it all happened was beyond sexy.

The fact that he was in an important meeting...

The serious look in his eyes while he had his eyes on the members but his hand on me, touching me in forbidden places in such an unholy manner...

The dark look in his eyes...

The manner in which he watched me, yet having his attention on the summit...

The way he had run his tongue over his lips while sitting there like the god he was…

London was indeed a very mysterious man, and his roguish, brutish yet elegant beauty and persona were an even bigger mystery that I believed should be investigated because how could one man be your nightmare in every aspect?

How could one man make you hate him yet yearn for his touch and love?

Mate bond aside, London had a way of reaching into your head and tapping into your deepest desires, bringing to the surface a part of you you never knew existed.

He had a way of making your body scream and yearn for him while despising him to the core. In the midst of my arousal, there was disgust. Freya's moans echoed in my head, and I clasped my hand over my ears.

He freaking fucked her despite knowing his mate was around. He gave me no regard, yet here he was commanding my body, making me pool in between my legs just for him.

I despised that cocky bastard.

I wondered how Freya felt when he touched her. Her satisfaction when he did unspeakable things to her. It was no joke that London was a wonderful beast in bed. He'd have your body banging on his bed, your lips parted, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, screaming out his name along with all other sinful profanities while he had your cumming hard times without counting, at his mercy.

The thought made my body shiver to my bones as I recalled the night he took me over and over again till all I could see were white stars and my voice became barely audible. He rammed into me over and over, gripping, groping, massaging, squeezing, licking, and tasting every part of me with his energy, never deplating.

The look of satisfaction on his face as he watched me writhe underneath him, with body dragging up and down his bed, hands pinned above my head while my body shook vigorously each time I achieved a mind-blowing orgasm.

Goodness… That man knew how to turn even the holiest of nuns bad, and that was a fact that accompanied the memories that haunted my nights.

A soft moan slipped from my lips as my pussy throbbed more, aching with need. More liquid pooled out of me, immersing the room in the hot smell of my arousal.

"You know you want to, so why are you fighting it? Go to mate; he'll quench your hunger." Hera said.

"A hunger he purposely ignited for his own selfish reasons? He's just toying with me; can't you see that? He is playing a game." I breathed out.

"You still don't understand, do you? You'd still respond to him like that either way; his aura and pheromones assure it." Hera spoke.

I clenched my thighs as his words rang in my head. 10pm. Every cell in my body was aching with immense need, counting down against my will to the time he stated.

I tipped my head against the wall, rubbing my thighs together to fend off my raging hormones. Sweat clung to my body, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the need overtook me, plunging me head first into a pool of dark lust.

"It's only natural to want him… especially now that you're pregnant." Hera squeaked.

"But I don't want to go to him; I'd just be succumbing to his control." I whined.

I didn't want him to think of me as 'cheap' like he did the first time or call me those horrible words he had used when he had rejected me. I was yet to get over my disgust at being in the same room where he fucked Freya. I refused to give in to the compelling need.

I heard a knock on my door, and Emmett walked in with a bright smile. Her eyes fell on me, and her eyes widened. "Woah, Blaire..."

She sniffed the air before turning to face me with a shocked look. Embarrassment crawled up my cheeks because her expression said it all. My arousal hung in the air like a thick cloud, and it made me ashamed that she had perceived it.

"Uh… She needs you. She requested to see you herself, and she said it was urgent." Emmett said.

Urgent? Did I do something wrong? I highly doubted it. Perhaps it was about the broken tea cup?

"If you can't go, I can tell her. You do seem a little, uh, busy." She smiled at me while I was just praying for the ground to swallow me up.

"N-no, it's fine. I'd go see her myself."

I nodded at her and quietly slipped out of bed and into my flats, silently padding out of the room.

I was walking down the hall, trying to keep my head together. I desperately hoped my arousal wasn't hovering in the air anymore. The last thing I needed was to have everyone perceive my wetness.

I darted down the hallway with my head hung low, fingers fiddling with each other as I moved. I was about to corner down a bend when I collided with something hard, sending me staggering back a couple steps.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you... Did I hurt you?"

Warm hands reached out for mine, catching me.

"Did I hurt you?" The composed and elegant voice had me looking up to find beautifully mismatched eyes staring down at me.

I immediately withdrew my hand from his, like he had burned me, and took a couple of steps back to put a decent amount of space between us. I feared my arousal was still sitting in the air, and I didn't want him to catch a whiff of it.

I bowed my head, curtsying a little. "I'm so sorry, Alpha Jax. I didn't mean  to."I voiced out.

He let a small laugh resound in his chest before bowing his head with a gesture of his hands, imitating a perfect gentleman.

"My apologies for not seeing you as well, Miss White." His tone had an underlying amusement.

I raised my head, peeking at him through my lashes. His suit jacket was neatly folded, hanging on the crook of his arm, leaving his white shirt to stare at me with a few buttons open. A wolf-head tattoo peered at me, and I immediately looked away.

His messy hair framed his face, irrespective of the black hairband that was meant to keep the hair away from his face. He was indeed extremely good-looking, smelling incredibly nice, and his scent was similar to the mixture of lavender and vanilla.

He smiled at me, giving me a view of his perfect dentition, which had slightly elongated canines peeking through his lips that were tilted upwards.

His eyes glinted before he moved to the side, giving me enough space to pass. I bowed in respect, thanking him for his niceness, before hurrying along.

I wasn't far gone when I was met with steel-gray eyes watching us. London blinked lazily at Jax before returning his eyes to me. His black strands framed his face, his messy locks hanging in loose strands that fell onto his shoulder. His shirt held a few buttons open, and his muscles bulged from his folded sleeves as he rubbed his fingers together.

He made a slight movement with his brows before turning and returning the phone back to his ear to resume the call I presumed he was on, walking away without a word.

I had no idea why my body shivered slightly, despite nothing happening. He hadn't said anything at all or implied anything. Yet a weird feeling crawled into my heart.

There was something about those eyes that made me swallow. I watched his retreating figure fly up the other array of steps.