Night hits, and Killian does not know what to do. He finally realized that he had left his bag at Azra's house. And his homework, which he needed to do, is still inside his bag (even though he isn't going to school tomorrow, but still). 

Ah, he wanted to scream to the sky and ask what he had done to deserve this. Did his rare luck finally run out, and all that is left is his bad luck? 

He bit his bottom lip, practically sucking on it as he stared at the phone in his hand. His finger lingers on the chat between him and Azra; he could not understand why it was so hard to message the alpha. 

Okay, that is a lie. It is tough to text Azra, especially when the teen wants to turn everything sexual. 

He typed a few letters, only to erase them. Killian kept doing the same thing each time, under a minute, until he gave up. How hard is it to tell someone that you left your bag there? 

After another minute of staring, Killian took a deep breath and decided to call instead. He pushed the call button as it did not take a second of a ring before the person on the other end answered. 

"Ready for round two?" Azra greeted. 

"No. I was calling about my school bag." Killian spoke through gritted teeth. He could feel the smirk through the phone. 

He heard rustling on the other end as Azra responded, "Oh, your school bag? I have seen it, and I have it; is that all you need? Or do you need me?" 

"Don't go through my bag," Killian responded instead. 

Azra laughed, "You, saying that only makes me want to go through it, but I will play nice this time. Anyway, what do you want me to do? It is not like I can come over tonight unless you want me to." 

Killian blushed as he heard the seduction in Azra's tone. He was stupid for calling; it is not like he could up and leave to get his bag. He could try tomorrow, but his mother would most likely try to follow him. 

Ugh! What is he supposed to do? 

"Did I break you?" Azra continued to tease. 

"Shut up." Killian huffed, "I am hanging up." He needed to think about his options. Maybe he could sneak away from his mother tomorrow and get his school bag. 

"Don't hang up; I only want to talk." 

Killian felt his fingers tremble, "No, you don't." He knew what Azra wanted to try, and he should not give in to the temptation speaking in his ear. But, God, he was a weak teen when it came to pleasure. 

"I don't," Azra admitted before his voice turned into a whisper, "tell me, Killian, how did it feel to have my hand moving up your inner thigh?" 

Killian's breath hitched as he leaned back in the bed with a slow swallow. "Don't start this, Azra." 

"Did it remind you of the other day when I had my face between your bare legs, softly touching my lips against your inner thighs?" 

His hand gripped his thigh as his fingers sunk into the fabric. Killian's body felt too warm as his breathing could be the only thing heard over the phone while Azra continued to rail him up. 

"I remembered the way you begged me to touch the one spot that craved the most attention. The way you kept saying to 'touch me' while my fingers slowly slipped inside your underwear as I bit down on your thigh, leaving a mark that had you—" 

"Azra!" Killian breathed out, pulling his hand away as he bit into it right after. He let his hand go, licking his wound as he tried calming his rapid beating heart. He called out Azra's name to get him to stop and whatever word he had left died in his throat when he heard Azra heavily breathing. 

"Your voice makes me crazy, Killian. If you had stayed, do you know what I would be doing to you?" 

Why would he have stayed? He was close to spilling his secret to him. But, the heavy breathing, the deep lustful voice, and the image building in his mind had Killian forgetting his purpose. 

Why did he want to stop Azra again? His brain forgot. 

"What would you have done?" Killian responded, his bitten hand silently slipped inside his pants. 

"I would have had your legs wrapped around my hips with our clothes resting on the ground as your back presses against the doorway while your lips spill every secret as I fuc—" 

The door to the room Killian rested in (since his younger sister is in heat, so the mother temporary moved him and his older sister to the other hall) opened as his older sister's voice rang clear, "Hey, food is read—" 

Killian had never moved so fast in his life. He hung the phone up, setting it on the nightstand as he pulled his other hand out of his pants while pulling the covers over his lower body. 

His flustered face did not automatically go away, but he acted like it didn't exist. "Food is ready?" He asked, clearing his throat towards the end. 

A huge smile covered his older sister's face as laughter slipped through her lips. "Omg, this is funnier than what happened earlier. Enjoying some phone sex, huh, little brother?"

"I was not!" Killian denied. 

His older sister continued to laugh as a coughing fit took over her. She covered her mouth, turning around as she waved herself with her free hand. Her face was utterly red from laughter. 

After a few more coughs, she faced her brother again, who still looked embarrassed. Her shoulders started to shake as she remembered what had happened a few seconds again. 

Seeing his older sister's expression, Killian glared with a huff, "Get out. Tell mom I will be down soon." 

"Wow, you are still not down?" His older sister teased, slapping the doorway due to her joke. 

Killian grabbed a pillow, throwing it at his older sister, who dodged it. "Get out!" 

Clinching her side, his older sister left with another coughing fit, closing the door behind her. 

Once his older sister left, Killian groaned as he rubbed his face. He is never doing that again. 

God, this day has been crazy, and he could not tell which was worse—telling his mom he was pregnant or his older sister walking in on him talking with Azra?