Those In The Forest

Part 88: Hazel

"Whatever I want. You're mine, Hazel."

          My brain may have malfunctioned.

          I stood there, frozen in place. "Excuse..." I couched. "Excuse me?" Reagan was a very sneaky and sultry woman. While I could come up with millions of things she could do, I can guarantee she will throw some curve balls.

          She was sitting on the bed on the bed, her right leg crossed over her left one. She never took her eyes off me.

          "Come here," she said quietly. That determined look on her face told me she didn't want to repeat herself.

           Slowly, I walked in front of her. Even with me looking down at her, I still felt like putty in her hands. No matter what, she was in charge of whatever was happening here.

          My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my ears... among other places, too, but something told me I wouldn't find that kind of release. Reagan seemed like she just wanted to tease. She's very good at that.

          I'm half sure our entire mating started with her teasing all of us.

          "Kneel," she said, smirking at me. Her eyes never leaving mine. Gathering the tiniest bit of courage, I held her gaze as I kneeled in front of her.

          I kept my hands in my lap. "What now?" I asked somewhat impatiently. If her plan was just to drag out this teasing torture, I might die.

          She tsked. Slower than I wanted, Reagan reached out and ran her thumb over my thumb. It took everything in me not to pull it in my mouth.

          "I don't think you are in the position to ask me questions," she said, trailing her fingers to my neck.

          My mates were downstairs, quiet as a mouse. I know they were basically holding their breaths while listening to us. Nosey. I couldn't really blame them, though; I was listening extra hard when they all came up here.

          I swallowed dryly. "I'm sorry." I watched as she traced her over my throat and back to my jaw.

          "This was how Alan had me. Not on my knees, per se, but close enough," she said bitterly. Her right brow twitched, and I don't know why, but it put a foul taste in my mouth. Even talking about him triggers her, so much so that she can't even mask her anger fully.

          I frowned at the mention of him. What was her goal? Was she trying to get me riled up?

          "There was a woman there—the one I killed. I don't know why, but I expected her to save me. I felt like our connection as women would make her see that what she was doing was wrong. What Alan was doing to me was wrong, but the only one who was wrong was me."

          "She was a witch. They are a convincing little group of people. They only serve themselves." I snarled. "Gya was her name. You did yourself and the world justice killing her, trust me."

           Reagan cocked her head. "I didn't think that at first. I thought what I did was criminal and wrong, but it felt so right." 

           "She looked down at me like I was worthless, yet her words and how she spoke to me made it seem like I was going to change the world." Reagan sat back on her elbows. Her eyes were still not leaving mine.

         You have changed the world, little fawn—at least our world. You have beat the odds. You are exceptional, Reagan, and we have been fools not to have seen your full potential." I praised.