8. Michael

8

Michael

I knocked loudly on Addison's door, my fist pounding against the wood with a fervor that matched the fury coursing through my veins. The mere thought of Eren's hands on her, his lips anywhere near hers, sent a wave of possessive rage surging through me.

As I heard the door creak open, I quickly darted out of sight, slipping into a hidden alcove I'd discovered during my countless hours of watching her place. It was a spot only I knew about, a vantage point that allowed me to observe without being seen.

Eren stuck his head out, his eyes searching the empty hallway. In that moment, as I watched him from my concealed position, the urge to end him right then and there was almost overwhelming. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, the knuckles turning white with the force of my grip.

He had no right to touch her, to even think about kissing her. Addison was mine, and mine alone. I'd already crossed a line by allowing him to lay a finger on her, but I wouldn't make that mistake again. From now on, I would make sure that no one else would ever get close to her.

When Eren retreated back inside, closing the door behind him, I remained in my hiding spot, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to act soon, to remove him from the picture before he could take things any further with Addison. The mere thought of it made my blood boil.

I would bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to strike. But one thing was certain—Eren's days were numbered. I would make sure of that.

The door shut with a soft click that echoed down the empty hallway. I leaned back against the cool wall, my eyes narrowed to slits as I listened to the muffled sounds of their conversation. Then, his voice filtered through the thin barrier, laced with amusement.

"It must be a prank," he said, chuckling, the sound grating on my nerves like sandpaper.

That was my cue. I straightened up and approached the door once more, this time knocking with a restraint that belied the turmoil churning inside me. I had to play this right.

The door swung open and Eren stood there, his grin spreading across his face like oil on water when he saw me. "Perfect timing," he said, his voice dripping with an ease that irked me. It implied a familiarity, a regularity in being here that he did not — could not — have. If Eren had been a fixture in Addison's life like that, I would've known.

" Your plan," I corrected him flatly as I followed him into the kitchen.

The space was quintessentially Addison; small but inviting, every surface filled with purpose and personality. Pots of fresh herbs perched on the windowsill, basking in the afternoon sun that filtered through delicate curtains. The walls were adorned with framed recipes written in elegant script and photos of baked delights.

I took a deep breath, and the scent of vanilla and cinnamon enveloped me, mingling with the faintest hint of lemon zest. It was warm and comforting, an olfactory testament to Addison's skill and passion for baking. On the counter lay a cooling rack crowded with cupcakes, their golden crusts promising sweetness beneath flaky layers.

The oven hummed softly in the background, its light casting a cozy glow on countertops speckled with flour. A mixer stood at attention next to an array of measuring spoons and cups, ready for their next assignment in Addison's capable hands.

Addison herself was leaning against the sink, her presence was imprinted in every corner of this room — from the neatly stacked cookbooks to the apron hanging on a hook by the fridge, splattered with telltale signs of her culinary adventures. This kitchen was her sanctuary, a place where she translated her emotions into edible artistry.

She was only in a tank top and underwear. She seemed uncomfortable, but I didn't care. She wasn't wearing a bra — her nipples peaking against the thin fabric.

I wanted to claw Eren's eyes out for seeing her like this.

I wanted to take a nipple in my mouth and suck on her skin until she came all over my lap, drenching me in her liquid heat.

Eren leaned against the counter nonchalantly as if he belonged there amidst all that was unequivocally hers. But he didn't — not like I did. Not like I needed to.

"What does this have to do with Michael?" Addison asked, her gaze piercing through me like a shard of ice.

I reveled in the attention, the intensity of her stare igniting something primal within me. Yet, there was a flame in her eyes, a defiant spark that I couldn't help but admire. She looked away first, breaking the connection, but the image of her fiery eyes stayed with me.

"I think Michael is the perfect person to do this with," Eren said, his words slicing through the tension in the room.

"Wait, what?" Addison's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and I found myself wondering just how far that blush extended beneath the fabric of her shirt. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Michael's my best friend," he continued, oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling within me. "My teammate. There's no one I trust more than him."

I held Addison's gaze, searching her face for any sign of how she was taking this news. I knew I should offer her an escape route, a way to avoid this uncomfortable situation. It wasn't fair to her; she shouldn't be caught in our twisted game. But my own desires clouded my judgment—I wanted her too much. And somewhere deep down, I clung to the belief that given the chance, she'd want me too.

"Plus," he said, his voice pulling me back from my thoughts, "I'll be there the whole time, watching you, making sure he's treating you right."

"Why can't it just be you?" Addison's voice cracked as she confronted Eren, her confusion etched into every line of her face.

I clenched my teeth, the muscles in my jaw working overtime to keep my composure. Now was not the time to let the fury boiling beneath my skin bubble over.

He met her gaze with a steady one of his own. "I already told you," he said, his voice unwavering. "I'm not... I can't... I won't. If you want to be with me... you need to do this. If there's someone else you'd rather do this with, I'm all ears."

Livid didn't even begin to describe what I felt at that moment. The anger seethed within me like a beast clawing at its cage, desperate to break free. I dug my fingernails into my palms, the pain a necessary reminder that I needed to maintain control. If I lost it now, I'd lose everything.

"I'm not thinking of anyone like that," Addison said, her voice soft but firm. "Only you. After what you did last night in the room —"

My heart pounded against my ribcage, fear mingling with my rage. Despite my concern that she would reveal what happened to Eren, I had to intervene.

"If she doesn't feel comfortable doing this," I said steadily, every ounce of willpower focused on keeping my voice even, "it's not fair to pressure her."

Addison turned her gaze towards me, eyes searching for something I wasn't sure I could give her. "You feel comfortable with this?" she asked.

The question lingered between us, heavy and loaded with unspoken tension.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and something in the depths of her gaze set my body ablaze. Heat crawled up my neck, my pulse thrumming like a drumbeat in my ears. If Eren wasn't here, the thought of what I might do — what I wanted to do — was a live wire sparking dangerously in my mind.

I shook the thought away, forcing myself back to the moment. Focus, Michael.

"Not really," I admitted, my voice a low rumble in the tension-filled room. "The girls I'm with... I don't typically share with anyone, even a witness."

"Girls?" Addison's voice was a soft challenge, pulling at me.

Was it my imagination or was there a tremor of jealousy in her tone?

Eren chuckled beside us, a sound that grated on my nerves. "Luckily, I'm not the jealous type," he said. "If she's feeling good, that's all I care about. And I know Michael. I know he'll take care of you. He'll make your first time the best. Until me, of course."

The implication of his words felt like a punch to the gut, but I masked any reaction with practiced ease. "You definitely won't forget it," I said, each word deliberate.

Addison and I exchanged another heated glance, a silent conversation that crackled with intensity.

"Look, I know it's a lot to spring on you," he said, his gaze flitting between Addison and me. "Would it be easier if you talked to Michael without me hovering? I don't want you to feel like you have to censor yourself around me."

Addison's lips parted, a response teetering on the edge of her tongue, but I didn't give her the chance to speak. "Yes," I cut in firmly.

I strode over to him, closing the distance until only he could hear my whisper. "I'll get her to come around," I assured him with a confidence I didn't entirely feel. "Trust me."

Eren gave a single nod, his hand clapping against my back in a gesture of comradery that felt misplaced under the circumstances. "I'll go get us some lunch, okay?" he proposed, already moving toward the door.

The moment he left, silence enveloped the kitchen like a shroud. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in this cocoon of tension.

I turned to Addison, my gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that had nothing to do with Eren's ludicrous plan. "You have two choices," I said evenly. "You do this or he breaks up with you."

Her face was a picture of defiance and vulnerability as she took a step towards me. "And you're okay with being used like this?" she challenged, her voice rising slightly. "How can you just be fine with it?"

I closed the gap between us until the air buzzed with the electric charge of our proximity. "Trust me," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I crowded her space. "If it were up to me, Eren wouldn't be watching. It would just be me and you and the night. And I wouldn't waste a second of it."

Addison's eyes widened, her body instinctively trying to retreat, but the wall behind her offered no escape. She was trapped, and I could see the panic rising in her gaze.

"I'd make sure you were ready by making you feel good," I murmured. "I'd taste you… God, how I've wondered what you tasted like."

"You...you shouldn't say things like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke. "I'll say whatever I want," I murmured, my voice low and possessive. "Look at the way your body responds to me." I glanced at her perky breasts, nipples straining against her shirt. "You like it."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from my gaze. But I could see the truth in her eyes — she wanted this just as much as I did.

"But—" she started to protest, but I cut her off.

" Mine, " I growled, my hands lifting to caress her nipples through the thin material of her shirt. "Once you give it to me, it's mine. No one can have you after that."

She gasped as my thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples, her body betraying her even as her mind tried to resist.

"Are you wet right now?" he asked. "I bet you are." I hummed. "So…responsive. I can only imagine what your body would do after I impale you with my cock.

"I don't care if he's watching," I continued, my voice filled with a possessive hunger that I couldn't contain. "I couldn't care less if he's jerking off to us. But that's it. Once I feel your virgin blood all over my cock, I'll know it. You'll know it. There's no going back."

I could see the conflict in her eyes — the desire to submit to me warring with her fear of the unknown. But I knew that deep down, she wanted this just as much as I did.

"I know you want this," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear once more. "I know you want this with me."

And as I pulled away, I could see the surrender in her eyes — the moment when she finally gave in to her desires and allowed herself to be mine.

At that moment, Eren came back with food, the rustling of bags breaking the charged silence between us. The scent of the food mingled with Addison's baking. If I hadn't been so focused on her, I might actually let myself be hungry.

I didn't move, my body still caging Addison against the wall, the heat of our exchange lingering in the air. But she ducked underneath my arm, crossing her arms over her chest as if trying to hide the evidence of her arousal from hi's view.

She might think she could do that now, but later, when I was claiming her in front of him, she wouldn't be able to hide it.

She wouldn't even think to.

I would have been amused by her sudden shyness if she wasn't running up to Eren like she missed him, like she hadn't just been on the verge of surrendering to me moments ago.

Eren started handing out the food, his eyes darting between us curiously. "Well?" he asked. "Did you guys talk about it?"

My gaze lingered on Addison, taking in the delicate flush of her cheeks, the way her breath still came a little too fast. She locked eyes with me, and I saw the conflict there, the desire she was trying so hard to suppress. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.

If this was going to happen, it needed to come to her. I wanted her to say it, wanted her to tell Eren that she was going to let me make that tight little pussy my own.

"Y-yeah," she finally said, turning back to Eren, her voice not quite steady. "I'll do it. We'll do it."

"That's my girl," Eren said, kissing her cheek.

I clenched my teeth, my jaw tightening with the effort to hold back the possessive growl that threatened to escape. No , I thought fiercely. Not your girl. Mine.

And after I'd had her, after I'd claimed every inch of her body and soul, she'd realize she belonged to me too.