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She curses under her breath, her cheeks flaming bright pink. She’s flustered, as she’s always been whenever she’s around us. But I can also see the way her chest rises and falls, the constant swallows of her throat as she attempts to work through the tension.
Squatting down to the ground, her hands curl her hair behind her ears before she scrambles to pick up the books and papers that have fallen. Mumbling something about a painful death and lightning striking down at us underneath her breath, I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
She’s worked up. I turn her into a mess, I always have. And when it’s three against one, she never stood a chance.
I have the best game.
“How about this?” I suggest. Atticus walks up to me with a fresh cigarette in his hand, and he passes it to me. I dig into my shorts, sparking it up and blowing a thin stream of smoke her way. “Let’s play hide-and-seek.” I wave my hand toward my house. “You get free rein. Go hide anywhere in the house that you’d like. Only inside. If we find you in ten minutes, I get to choose our next game. If you win, you can leave.”
She scowls at me, pushing against my arm again. “No, Felix. I don’t want to play.”
I lean in, my fingers raising, running the pads lightly along the slender column of her throat. “You don’t get a choice, my little witch.”
She swallows audibly, her wide, green eyes lifting to mine. Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip, the plush skin blooming white, and my jaw clenches.
I can’t wait to taste her lips again later.
Hazel is doing something to me. Making me feel things. Making me want things. The way she sounds when she moans, the tension that coils through her body moments before she orgasms. The way she fights me at every turn. How she always sticks up for her friends, just as I’d do for mine.
We’re more similar than we both think, though I’m much too stubborn to voice that aloud.
Every second that goes by with Hazel makes me want her more. To claim her. To strap her to my bed and never let her leave. I should lock her inside my house and throw the key into the middle of Lake Superior, forever keeping her as mine.
Yes, Felix, let’s make her a fucking slave.
Fuck, I wish.
I shake my thoughts clear of this nonsense as Hazel releases her lip, her light pink tongue poking out and wetting the teeth indentations. “You need to stay out here. Give me five minutes to hide. No cheating, no peeking. Nothing.”
Atticus chuckles, while Levi says nothing.
I drop my fingers from her throat, the rapid butterfly flutter of her heart tapping against my touch. “Of course, baby. Whatever you wish.”
She takes a deep breath as she narrows her eyes. Slipping the backpack from her shoulder, she sets it inside the house. “Fifteen minutes, and I’m fucking out of here.”
I drop my hand from the doorway, gesturing her inside. “Five minutes.”
She steps inside, and I grab her wrist at the last moment, pulling her back toward me. “See you soon,” I whisper.
Shivering, she slips her arm from my grip. We all step inside, watching as she darts around the corner. I toss my cigarette outside and close the door, turning to my security system.
I activate the alarm, smirking once I hit set. It beeps at me, and the numbers turn green, indicating we’re all locked in.
“Ready to play?” I ask, turning toward Levi and Atticus.
They both nod, their eyes dark. They know the rules, as they’ve always known them. I haven’t alluded to them how my emotions are turning muddy when it comes to Hazel, but then again, I don’t really have to. They know me well enough. They are my blood, after all.
Atticus pulls his phone from his pocket, glancing down at the time. “Ready?”
I tilt my head, listening for any sound of Hazel, and when I hear none, I smirk.
We make our way through the house, stalking along the main level first. We look behind the couches, under the tables, inside the pantry and closets. Though we stay quiet, our steps are heavy as we prowl through each room. The bathroom showers are empty, the office as drab as it always is. Every nook and cranny inside the garage is clear.
“Let’s go downstairs.” I nod toward the door, and we slip into the basement, checking between each couch, behind and under the bar, all empty. The closets and bedrooms down here are also empty. Nothing is out of place, no scent of Hazel to show she was ever here.
“She’s got to be upstairs,” Levi growls, growing annoyed. I understand the frustration. Hazel is smart, and I have to give her more credit. She’s a small girl, and can probably maneuver herself into tight places, yet I didn’t think it would be this difficult to find her.
As we make our way upstairs, our eyes and ears are keenly aware in case she tries to switch spots. I haven’t heard a sound, though. It’s almost as if she isn’t here at all.
