With A Twist

TWENTY FOUR (HAZEL)

I'm so horny. 

They haven't touched me in over a week because that stupid doctor told them not to and I am SO sexually frustrated. 

Just the brush of their hand on my skin has me dripping. 

A kiss has me panting like a dog. 

It's not okay. 

The worst part is that they don't leave me alone so I have no possible release from the sexual tension bubbling inside my body. 

Luckily, they all had to disappear for work reasons, giving me the perfect excuse to shower alone without them fussing. 

And to be a brat. 

I take my time in shaving and applying copious amounts of moisturiser to my body after I'm done. I dry my hair straight and do my skincare routine with a towel wrapped around my body. 

Walking to my dresser, I take out a baby blue lingerie set, which leaves little to the imagination with the lace cutouts on my breasts and crotch. I tighten the straps to push my boobs higher before looking at myself in the mirror with a smug smile on my face. 

Yup.

This'll do it. 

I put on my fluffy black dressing gown to cover my body, tying it tight around my waist as I walk out of my room and head downstairs. 

Hearing their voices in the kitchen, I walk in to see Andros and Atlas deep in discussion with serious looks on their faces. They look up as soon as I walk in but I move past them without so much as a nod, heading straight to the living room.

I lie down on the sofa, pushing part of my dressing gown up to expose my left leg fully up to my hip. I turn on the TV trying not to be too obvious as I bite my lip in apprehension. My heart beats furiously against my chest as I try to stay calm, knowing I am probably teasing the beasts. 

I lower the volume, listening out for their voices or footsteps but frown when I hear silence. A shiver runs through my body at the cold temperature and I move to cover myself up again but stop when I hear two sets of foosteps heading towards me. 

Quickly settling into the cushions, I keep my eyes trained on the television screen as they come into view in the corner of my eye.

"Angel," Andros's deep voice warns, making me suppress a shiver. 

I ignore him, pretending to be interested in whatever show is on right now. I shift my body slightly, causing the dressing gown to loosen and tease my thong. 

"Hazel," Atlas groans out, his voice wavering the line between self-control and pure dominance. 

"Yes?" I look at them, innocently fluttering my eyelashes.

"You know what you're doing," Andros keeps his eyes trained on me, his eyebrows raised as if to challenge me. I look down at their crotches to see their trousers tented before looking back up at them with fake wide eyes. I gulp exaggeratedly and blink at them with shock on my face. 

"I'm just laying here," I shrug, turning my attention back to the TV. 

"Mhm, sure," Dawson says, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He emerges from behind Andros, amusement on his face at my bratty behaviour. 

I feel their hot glares on me as I keep my eyes on the TV, ignoring their presences. My breathing hitches when Andros moves into my vision and sits next to me, close enough for me to feel him, but I act as if he's not there. 

He groans as I pull on my dressing gown, making it expose my cleavage. His head rolls back and he closes his eyes as he tries to contain himself. I manage to stifle my smirk. 

"Spitfire, you're killing him," Dawson points out, clearly enjoying this. I purse my lips without looking at any of them. 

The dressing gown is barely on me anymore, hanging onto me by a thread. It only covers my torso at this point and is completely useless at keeping me warm. 

The same as their self-control.

Atlas moves into my eye line, blocking the TV as Andros snatches the remote from my hand and turns it off.

"You need rest, principessa," Atlas looks down at me with unreadable eyes. 

"I am resting," I shrug, pretending to play dumb. 

"Kill me now," Andros sighs as I sit up, causing the dressing gown to completely fall undone, exposing my full body to them. 

And my lingerie. 

I look into Atlas's fiery eyes, watching as they roam my body with hunger. 

"Fuck," Dawson mutters from the doorway as he stares at my body, too.

Oh, it's so fun having men around your little finger. 

"Stop testing us, Hazel," Atlas glares down at me, making me scowl. I cross my arms over my chest, purposefully pushing my boobs up at the action. 

"I'm not doing anything, Atlas," I tease out his name on my tongue, staring up at him with defiance in my eyes. 

He stares down at me with a scowl for a few seconds. 

"Fuck this," he growls and bends down, throwing me over his shoulder with a thud. He starts walking up the stairs and I push myself up with my hands on his back to see Dawson and Andros walking close behind.

I smirk at them smugly, earning shaking heads from both of them as they chuckle. 

Instead of taking me to my room, Atlas walks towards the room we haven't been in since coming back to England. 

The play room. 

Dawson unlocks the door, holding it open as Atlas walks us through. 

He places me on my feet and towers over me, intent in his eyes. 

"Present," he growls and I shiver at the tone of his voice. 

Ah.

I'm so fucked. 

OOP

Idk about you, but I have really missed bratty Hazel. 

Anyway, time for some... toys?!?