4. Michael
4
Michael
T he pulse of the music matched the throbbing in my head, a relentless beat that did nothing to soothe the tempest brewing within me. There was Addison, gliding through the crowd with a grace that could calm stormy seas, but tonight it only stirred the waters churning inside me. She reached the dance floor, and a ripple of unease tightened my chest as she met with another girl.
I could feel Keaton's eyes on me, his voice cutting through the cacophony. "What the hell's your problem?" he growled.
A glance was all I afforded him, a silent command to back off. I wasn't in any state to dissect my emotions—not here, not now.
Addison moved in rhythm with the girl, a dance of innocence transformed into something that bordered on intimate. It should have been just another moment at just another party, but it wasn't.
Not for me.
I watched, entrapped in my own mind as their laughter melded with the music, a haunting melody to my ears.
Then it happened—the girl leaned in and pressed her lips to Addison's. The room spun, my vision tunneled, and a ferocious anger clawed its way up my throat. I felt ready to explode, to tear through the sea of bodies and unleash a wrath born from a place deep within me that I didn't dare examine.
It wasn't jealousy—no; it was darker, more possessive than that. It was an urge to protect, to shield her from any harm or discomfort. But there was something else too—a rage against Eren for exposing something so personal about Addison without her consent.
And even if she did want this, I couldn't let it happen. Not when she belonged to me.
I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The red haze clouding my sight didn't fade; it grew denser with every beat of the music that echoed Addison's stolen innocence.
I stood there, frozen yet burning up inside, watching as Addison pulled away from the kiss with a startled expression. Her eyes scanned the room—searching, perhaps for Eren or maybe an escape from prying eyes.
But those eyes found mine instead, and for a fleeting moment—a heartbeat in time—the fury that had taken hold of me flickered and died down like embers smothered under a heavy blanket. In its place surged an overwhelming need to reach out to her, to be her safe harbor amidst this storm we found ourselves in.
Eren sauntered over to Addison and the girl who'd just crossed a line that should've never been blurred. The girl gave Eren a smug smile and sashayed away, her hips swaying with each step. I made a mental note of her face—she was going on my list. People who touched Addison without a second thought, without understanding the depth of her fragility, they didn't get to walk away without a consequence.
My gaze shifted back to Addison, her expression clouded with confusion, vulnerability shadowing her features. That's when Eren produced a strip of cloth from his pocket. My pulse quickened as he blindfolded her, his fingers brushing against her skin with a familiarity that set my teeth on edge.
He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, the blindfold turning her world to darkness. I watched, my heart thundering against my ribcage as he took her hand and led her away from the crowd.
I couldn't stand there any longer; my feet moved before my brain gave them permission. Eren had no right—no one did—to blindfold Addison, to take advantage of her. The protectiveness that surged through me was like an electric current, sparking with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
They slipped into the shadows of the hallway, toward an uncertain destination that made my stomach twist with dread. Every instinct screamed at me to follow, to intervene. I wouldn't let anyone else touch Addison—Eren included—and I'd do whatever it took to stop it.
The music and chatter of the party faded into the background as I stalked behind them, keeping enough distance to remain unseen but close enough to act. The hallway stretched before us like a dimly lit path to damnation, and with each step, my resolve hardened.
No matter what it took, I refused to let this happen. Not to Addison. Not tonight. Not ever.
I followed them, my steps measured and deliberate. Anger simmered beneath the surface, but I kept it in check. I couldn't afford to act rashly, not now.
A few minutes later, Eren emerged from the shadows, his eyes unfocused and a frown etched on his face. He looked up when he saw me, and for a moment, I contemplated ending it all right then and there.
"There you are," Eren said, his voice strained.
"Everything all right?" I asked through gritted teeth.
He shook his head. "Addison's a virgin."
I knew this, of course. It was something that had crossed my mind more times than I cared to admit—how untouched she was, how innocent. But there was more to her than that. I could sense it, a darkness lurking beneath the surface, begging to be set free.
I wanted to be the one to do it.
"You know how I am with virgins," Eren continued, shifting uncomfortably. "Fuck, I liked her too. What the hell am I going to do?"
"Break up with her," I replied automatically.
Eren stared at me, taken aback by my response. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
"It's the right thing to do," I said firmly. "Especially if you don't want to deal with taking it from her."
Eren nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe I don't have to be the one to take it from her," he muttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
But he didn't respond. He pushed past me, leaving me alone just before the hall that carried anyone walking it to the attached house — a place only Titans knew about.
As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't the ideal outcome, but it was a start. Addison deserved someone who would understand her, who would help her navigate the darkness that threatened to consume her.
And I intended to be that person.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Eren had been gone for too long, and I couldn't help but worry about Addison. I decided to check on her, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway.
I approached each room, peeking inside, scanning the space for any sign of her. My pulse quickened with every step, the anticipation building like a storm brewing on the horizon.
Finally, I found her. She was sitting in a chair, blindfolded, her legs slightly spread. The sight of her took my breath away, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins. I could smell her from here, a sweet, intoxicating scent that made my cock twitch in response.
I stepped inside, softly shutting the door behind me. The sound seemed to echo through the room, and I held my breath, waiting for her reaction.
"Eren?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hesitated, my hand hovering in the air. I should have said something, told her it was me. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, I reached out and gently touched her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips.
"Eren?" she asked again, her voice more uncertain this time.
But still, I remained silent. She didn't push me away, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that she thought I was Eren. It was wrong; I knew that, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. This was everything I had dreamed of, and I was finally touching her.
I let my hand trace the curve of her jaw, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching as I moved closer. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it was all I could do to keep from losing control.
I slid down on my knees, my hands dropping to trace the curves of her body through the fabric of her dress. The desire to strip her bare and see her writhing beneath me was overwhelming, but I held back.
Not yet.
Instead, I slowly pushed her legs apart, and she gasped, her breath hitching as I traced a path up her upper thigh. I wrote the word mine with my finger, marking her as my own, even though no one else could see it.
It was a promise, one I had every intention of keeping.
I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly tugged them down her legs, revealing her pussy to me. She was wet, her arousal clear in the way her body responded to my touch. My cock throbbed in response, and I couldn't help but stare at her.
From my vantage point, her pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The soft folds of her flesh glistened with her desire, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch her. I ran my fingers along her slit, feeling the wetness that coated her. She was warm and inviting, and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.
But I held back, savoring the moment. I wanted to memorize every detail, to etch it into my mind so that I could recall it later. The way her body trembled beneath my touch, the soft gasps that escaped her lips as I explored her. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered her name. "Addison."
Could she recognize my voice?
Did she know I wasn't Eren?
She whimpered in response, her body arching towards me as if seeking more. I obliged, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She tasted like desire, like need, and I wanted more.
I continued to explore her with my mouth, my tongue tracing the path that my fingers had taken moments before. She was wetter now, her arousal coating my lips as I lapped at her. She moaned, her hips bucking as I found her clit and began to circle it with my tongue.
I could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling as she approached the edge. I wanted to push her over, to feel her come apart beneath me. But I held back, teasing her until she was trembling with need.
Fuck, she tasted delicious. Like nectar straight from the gods themselves.
Addison's breath hitched as I continued to tease her with my tongue. Her body trembled beneath me, her moans growing more urgent with each passing moment. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and I knew I had to take her.
But first, I wanted to hear her plead for it. To hear the words that would make this moment perfect. So, I slowly moved my mouth away from her, breaking our connection.
"Eren?" she whispered, her voice barely a whisper.
I chuckled softly, my hands gripping her thighs as I pulled her closer right on the edge of the chair. My mouth glistened with her juices.
Fuck, I could do this all night.
When she was mine, I would.
I slowly slid a finger inside of her pussy. Goddamn, she was tight. I could barely get one digit inside of her, even as her warmth coated me.
“Ahhh,” she whimpered, head tossed back.
I moved my finger in and out, watching her closely, needing to see how she would react to a sensation she wasn’t familiar with.
Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan that vibrated through her entire body. She was so responsive, so willing to let me take control. I wanted nothing more than to feel her around me, to be inside her, to make her mine.
Gently, I slid another finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking against me. Her wetness coated my fingers as I moved them in and out of her, feeling the walls of her pussy tighten and release. I could barely contain my own excitement as I watched her reaction, feeling a strange sense of power in this moment.
As I finger-fucked her, I could feel the tension building inside her. Her moans grew more urgent, and her hips bucked harder with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the pleasure I was giving her.
I wanted to hear her beg for it. I wanted to hear her scream my name as I took her. I wanted to feel her body convulse around me as she found her release.
"Please, Eren," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please."
I fucking hated his name on her lips. It should have been mine — and it would.
If this was the only way I could have her, I would take it.
It was just a taste, and it was worth everything.
“Please,” she said again, the word barely contained.
My heart raced as I heard her plea. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I didn't need to ask her again.
I increased the pressure on her G-spot, my fingers stroking her most sensitive spot. Her body arched, her hips bucking wildly, and I pressed my face back against her pussy, needing to taste her, needing her to come all over my face.
I could feel her body trembling under me, her moans growing louder with every pass of my tongue. Her hands were now gripping my hair, urging me to go faster, to be rougher. I complied, my tongue flicking back and forth, teasing her clit until I could feel the telltale signs of her orgasm approaching.
I loved the feeling of stretching her open as I continued to lick and suck on her clit. Her whimpers turned to wild cries, her body convulsing beneath me as she reached her climax.
I didn't give a damn what she called me. My name, hers, or even his. As long as I could make her come so hard that she'd scream until she was hoarse, I'd be satisfied.
Her back arched off the chair, her hips bucking wildly as she reached her peak. She screamed his name, but I knew the truth. It was me who was giving her this pleasure, me who was making her body tremble and shake.
And she would see that soon. I’d make sure of it.
I felt her pussy clench around my fingers; the walls tightening and releasing as she came. Her hips bucked against me, her cries of pleasure filling the room as I devoured her. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy, her juices flowing, coating me, and I reveled in it.
I would never forget this moment as long as I fucking lived.
Her body shook violently, her hands still gripping my hair, and I knew she was coming hard. I wanted to feel her beneath me, to be the one to bring her to this point. But for now, this would have to do. I lapped at her pussy, tasting her, savoring every last drop of her nectar.
As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed back into the chair, her breaths ragged and shaky. I eased my fingers out of her, my stomach tight with arousal.
I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, taking a moment to admire the wetness that coated them. I brought them to my mouth, licking her juices off with relish. She moaned, her eyes still closed, but the look on her face was one of pure satisfaction.
Because of me.
I did that.
I would do more too.
I stood up, my eyes lingering on Addison's form. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress, and I could see the wetness that coated the chair beneath her. She looked debauched, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through me.
My cock was hard, pressing against the fabric of my pants, and I knew I wanted her.
But not yet.
"Eren?" she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
I could see her fingers fumbling with the blindfold, and I knew I had to leave before she realized it was me. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal that still lingered in the air.
I turned and quickly made my way out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear her calling out for Eren again, her voice growing more urgent with each passing moment. But I didn't stop. I couldn't.
The taste of her lingered on my mouth, on my tongue, and I knew I would never be satisfied with anything else.
I needed to make her mine, and I would.
I just had to get rid of Eren first.