Mia's voice is stern as she scolds me, "Kara, you've been avoiding him for three days now. You're going to this party whether I have to drag you there or not."

I try to calm her down, "Mia, darling, there's no need to be so worked up. I'm just embarrassed. And for the record, I don't want to talk about it."

Velvet winks at me mischievously and asks, "Did you find some release?"

I blush and shriek at her boldness, "Velvet!"

She continues with a knowing smirk, "Come on, girl. We all do it. Mia and I just happen to do it together. It's natural. So if Azron makes a move tonight, are you going to go for it?"

I sigh and admit, "He only will if I'm not drunk. And I can't get through this party without drinking."

"Enough of the love talk," Velvet interrupts with a grin. "What are you wearing?"

I take off the robe I was covering up with and I glance down at my outfit - a soft and delicate peach two-piece that catches the light and gives off a subtle shimmer.

The top is a halter style with thin straps that wrap around my neck, leaving my shoulders and upper back bare.

It features a deep plunging neckline that exposes a lot of skin and accentuates my cleavage.

The skirt is high-waisted and hugs my body tightly, emphasizing every curve and creating the illusion of long legs. It barely covers my upper thighs.

"Damn girl," Velvet comments with a smirk. "Easy access for Azron."

"Don't listen to her," Mia interjects. "You look amazing. Come on, let's finish getting ready and head to this party."

After what feels like hours of Mia expertly applying makeup onto my face, she finally declares that she's finished.

"Daaaamn, Kara," Velvet purrs as she checks me out. "If I wasn't with Mia, I'd have to shoot my shot at you."

Mia nudges her playfully with her shoulder as I look in the mirror.

She was right - Mia did an amazing job.

My lips are slick with a clear sparkly gloss. My skin looks smooth and flawless, no imperfections in sight.

She's given me a dramatic winged eyeliner with a smokey eye using a peach-colored eyeshadow on my lids. The mascara makes my long, thick lashes stand out.

"Thank you, Mia," I say gratefully.

Velvet grabs Mia by the hand and beams at me, "Alright, chick, let's go to this party where you can tempt Azron."

Mia gives me one last tip before we leave, "Remember, Kara, be natural and just have fun with it."

We step into the party room of Slayer Castle, once a grand ballroom but now transformed for our own debaucherous gatherings.

The space is dimly lit, casting mysterious shadows along the walls and floor.

The beat of music reverberates through the air, beckoning us to join in its rhythmic dance.

Dressed in our party attire we make our way through the sea of bodies writhing and grinding on the dance floor, accompanied by men from the brotherhood.

I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I spot Azron across the room, surrounded by an adoring crowd.

Bethany, one of my fellow sisters, is currently vying for his attention, her body pressed against his in a seductive display.

But then I catch his piercing gaze and am taken aback by the intensity in his dark eyes. It's as if they have darkened even further upon seeing me.

Breaking eye contact, I quickly make my way to the bar with Mia and Velvet.

As we settle onto our seats, the familiar bass line of "Wobble" begins to blast from the speakers, signaling another wild night at Slayer Castle.

The familiar tune blares through the speakers, and I groan in annoyance.

This was Velvet's go-to jam at parties, and she always managed to drag me onto the dance floor with her.

"Come on, let's go!" she says, yanking me from my seat and pulling me towards the center of the room.

I throw my head back in frustration, but reluctantly follow her lead.

"Kara, this is our song at parties," she leans in close to me and whispers, "plus it can get some much-needed attention."

"Fine," I huff out, feeling a bit resentful but trying to push it aside for the sake of a good time.

For the next five minutes, we dance to the pulsing beat of The Wobble. When the song finally ends, I'm more than ready for a drink.

Mia and Velvet are swaying to a slow song that just started playing as I make my way to the bar.

"What can I get you?" Layla, the bartender asks.

"Sex on the Beach sounds good," I tell her with a smirk.

"It does, doesn't it?" I recognize his deep silky voice immediately.

Turning to see Azron standing beside me with a smirk of his own, I try not to let my surprise show.

He's wearing a black V-neck t-shirt that shows off his muscular arms and dark blue jeans that hug his thighs perfectly. I feel my cheeks flush at the sight of him.

I roll my eyes playfully and turn back to face the bar as Layla sets my cocktail down in front of me.

"It was very daring of you to dance like that with your outfit on," Azron leans closer so only I can hear him over the music.

I simply smile to myself, enjoying his teasing tone.

"I see you're drinking now," he says as Layla hands him his own drink.

"Why shouldn't I be?" I say flirtatiously, remembering Mia's advice to just let loose and have fun.

I swear I can hear a low growl vibrate through Azron at my bold words.

"What are you drinking?" he asks, trying to change the subject.

"Sex on the Beach," I reply nonchalantly. "Might as well get something with 'sex' in the name."

I hear him chuckle and feel a wave of heat spread through my body.

"Azron," Bethany whines from behind us. "Come dance with me, baby."

"You better go," I say teasingly, "it's rude to deny a woman a dance."

As he hesitates, I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see one of the Brotherhood members standing before me.

"Would you care to dance?" His long brown hair falls just past his shoulders, and his hazel eyes sparkle under the colorful lights.

He's definitely attractive, but he's nothing compared to Azron.

A mischievous idea pops into my head, and a smirk spreads across my lips.

"Sure," I say, turning to give Azron a pointed look.

Deciding to have some fun and make Azron jealous, I start dancing with this random guy, swaying my hips and tossing my hair playfully.

All the while keeping an eye on Azron's reaction out of the corner of my eye.

After the dance ends, I retreat to the bar and spot Bethany grinding all over Azron.

My stomach twists with jealousy as I watch them together. In an attempt to drown out my feelings, I quickly down three shots of tequila. Feeling a bit tipsy, I decide to escape to the ladies' room.

I hastily wrap my hair up in a tight ponytail and give myself a once-over in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

As I walk back into the dimly lit hallway, I suddenly feel a strong hand pull me towards them, pressing my back against a solid chest.

My instincts kick in and I prepare to fight off whoever is holding me until I hear his familiar, darkly seductive voice. "So tempting," he murmurs.

He swiftly turns me around until we are face-to-face.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Azron," I retort, trying to maintain my composure.

But as he slowly moves closer, backing me against the wall, my resolve begins to weaken.

His intense gaze locks onto mine and I feel myself getting lost in his dark eyes.

His rough, calloused hand starts trailing up my thigh, leaving a trail of sparks in its path.

His touch ignites a fire within me, making me quiver with anticipation.

"Tell me Kara," he murmurs, his hand now gliding up my body. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?"

My voice trembles as I respond, "No-o."

"What about like this?" His husky voice sends shivers down my spine as his hand snakes around my neck.

He then slams his lips against mine, catching me off guard.

I initially tense up, but quickly melt into his grasp and revel in his touch.

His lips are just as soft as I had imagined they would be.

I feel his hand creeping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He then squeezes my ass, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

Taking advantage of my open mouth, he shoves his tongue inside and we engage in a passionate battle for dominance.

We both break free for air, panting and gasping as the intensity of our kiss leaves me breathless and wanting more.

"Only I can touch you like this, Kara," Azron's voice is low and husky as he speaks, his dark eyes burning with desire.

"Tell me, do you ever think of me while you pleasure yourself?" His words send shivers down my spine as his hands trail over my body once again.

I can't control my body's response as I slowly nod yes, my breath hitching as his hand slips under my dress.

"Like this?" He asks, his fingers teasingly grazing my skin.

A gasp escapes my lips as I feel him above my panties.

"And who is allowed to touch you here, Kara?" He asks seductively, but the answer comes easily from my lips through heavy breaths: "You, Azron."

He presses against my core and my body quivers with pleasure.

"What do you want, princess?" He asks, his voice dripping with desire.

Without hesitation, I begin rocking my hips in rhythm with his touch.

"Words, princess," he reminds me, his hand still working its magic beneath me.

"Touch me, Azron. Please," I find myself begging for more of his touch.

"As you wish, princess," he asserts before pushing my panties to the side and slowly enters one finger into my wetness.

My skin tingles at his touch as he caresses my hot and wet center.

A moan escapes my mouth instantly as he trails kisses along my neck and collarbone.

Goosebumps follow the path of his kisses until he takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple and causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through me.

With a pop, he releases it and traces delicate circles around it with his tongue.

As he sucks again, a second finger enters me and I can't help but cry out in pleasure.

"That's right," Azron whispers, "Fuck my hand with that sweet pussy of yours. Take what you need."

His words only spur me on as I find myself grinding harder against his hand, the pressure building quickly in my stomach.

Azron takes my mouth to his again and just when I think I can't take it anymore, he breaks away and orders me to look into his eyes.

"Princess, I want to watch you cum all over my hand," he demands and my body obeys, desperately seeking release.

"Yes, Azron, I am going to cum," I moan as he continues to pump his fingers inside me.

As my orgasm washes over me, My body shakes in pleasure.

Azron doesn't stop; instead, he speeds up his movements, fucking me with his fingers fast and hard.

My breaths are ragged as the pleasure consumes me once again.

But just as I feel like I'm about to reach my peak, he pulls his hand away.

A growl of frustration escapes my lips at the loss of his touch.

Feeling both satisfied and angry at being teased, I know that two can play this game.

But before I can come up with a plan for payback, Azron distracts me by taking the fingers that were just inside me and putting them in his mouth.

Sensually sucking on them like a lollipop, he murmurs, "Mmm, just as sweet as I imagined."

My body responds instantly to his mere actions, pulsing with desire once again.

"I told you," Azron reminds me as he retreats down the hallway.

He leaves me standing there in a post-orgasmic haze, feeling both satisfied and wanting more.

But for now, I'll have to wait until we're both sober enough to continue this tantalizing game of teasing and pleasure.