Page 24 of Clouded by Envy

“Do you want something else to drink since you can’t hold your beer?” Jeremy chuckled lowly as his ebony eyebrows shot up and then his lips puckered, causing Brenik to stare directly at those well-formed lips.

He knew at that moment exactly what he was thirsty for, the episode with the beer already forgotten. “Maybe in a bit,” Brenik said, feeling confident enough that there wouldn’t be any time for drinking.

“No problem,” Jeremy responded, with his gaze glued on the TV.

Strolling toward the couch, Brenik felt a light flutter through his entire body. The gentle sensation pulsated more and more until a growing intensity took its place when he sat down next to Jeremy.

Jeremy didn’t seem to notice that Brenik inched closer, his arm practically brushing the dark skin of Jeremy’s arm. Their skin was like night and day next to each other—the perfect yin to the yang.

The saliva inside Brenik’s mouth built up from the craving beating against his taste buds and intestines.

Brenik had no idea what was going on with the football game because all he could focus on was the growing bulge that now throbbed against his pants.

With not a care except to get what he wanted, Brenik leaned forward and gingerly pulled the bottle out of Jeremy’s hand, and placed it on the wooden table in front of them. “I think I’m thirsty now,” he said, flirtatiousness enveloping each and every word in the short sentence.

Jeremy scanned Brenik’s face for a second, appearing confused. A look of realization worked its way onto Jeremy’s face and he leaped up from the couch. He took several steps back, holding his hands up defensively. “Whoa! Hey, man, I don’t swing that way. I mean, it’s cool if you do, but I don’t.”

Brenik could hear the false sincerity of those words, and he could smell the desire that radiated from Jeremy. The bulge in Jeremy’s pants seemed to grow as Brenik swiped his tongue across his lower lip and stepped closer to him.

“Are you sure?” Brenik asked as he moved forward enough to where they were practically touching. If Jeremy’s answer was yes, then he would turn around and leave.

“No?” A question in his answer gave Brenik all the incentive he needed. He edged forward, chest touching chest, and backed Jeremy up into the wood-paneled wall. They stared at each other for a moment before Brenik crashed his mouth against Jeremy’s. Jeremy pulled Brenik’s head closer and opened his mouth to him, and they moved their lips back and forth against each other—their tongues tasting one another.

The taste wasn’t what he craved, though—Brenik needed more. “Turn around,” he instructed.

“You want me to turn around?” Jeremy leaned back, eyes filled with desire, knowing good and well what Brenik wanted.

“I said turn around,” he commanded.

As if he was in a hurry, Jeremy faced the other direction. Brenik pressed firmly against him from behind, his breath striking Jeremy’s warm neck. He tugged Jeremy’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, before licking his way up from Jeremy’s shoulder, to his neck, then to right under his jaw.

A low growl escaped Jeremy’s throat as Brenik slid his arms around Jeremy’s sides to his abs, and straight to his pants. Unzipping Jeremey’s zipper with a slowness that teased them both, Brenik reached in and pulled him out, taking his large size in his hand.

Brenik may have never done this to anyone else before, but he had done it so many times to himself that he was a master at it. He stroked Jeremy up and down while tightening his grip and rubbing his own self against Jeremy’s backside.

It didn’t take long before release hit Jeremy, and he groaned loudly. Brenik ignored Jeremy’s pleasured state, feeling unfulfilled—it wasn’t enough for him—he needed a different sort of release to conquer the one inside his pants.

The smell of Jeremy’s neck and the increased pulse in that lovely thin vein called out to Brenik. A natural instinct had his canine teeth lowering. He told himself no at first, but he couldn’t control it because he was also telling himself yes. With one quick flick of the head, Brenik buried his teeth deep into the side of Jeremy’s neck—the skin easily breaking and opening for him as if it wanted the euphoria, too.

Jeremy let out a cry of pain that withered into a soft moan of ecstasy. The flesh of Jeremy’s neck pressed against Brenik’s lips as he drank the red liquid, fulfilling him and not fulfilling him at the same time.

He couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to—the metallic taste intensified everything, lighting him up from the inside out. Jeremy’s breaths slowed down, and Brenik needed more.

The breathing from the body ceased, but Brenik didn’t finish until the last drop sat on his tongue. Carefully, he lay the body softly on the wood floor and took off for his own cabin. He didn’t think about what he had done, only what he needed to do.

Blood. The last drop of blood from a human will need to be added for you to stay as you are.The words of the Stone repeated over and over and over and over in Brenik’s head as he hurried across the tall grass, finally reaching his cabin.

Not stopping once, Brenik ran through the house toward the bedroom, then placed his finger inside his mouth into the pool of liquid surrounding his tongue. In front of the portrait, Brenik examined it thoroughly and pressed his index finger against his painted face on the canvas.

The red blood settled there for several long seconds before becoming engulfed by the portrait, fading bit by bit until there was no red left to be seen.

A fullness flowed through his spine, his bones, his muscles, and his skin—as if everything was tightening.

In the mirror's glass, Brenik studied his image, which watched him in return—the same way the portrait did. He appeared fresher, not realizing how tired he had looked before. His pale skin glowed and his hair shined, almost radiantly.

Jeremy,Brenik thought. Hurrying back to the other cabin, he knew what he had done was wrong. Brenik wished there could have been another way, but he hadn’t been able to control himself.

The body lay on the floor, looking pale even against Jeremy’s dark skin. Tiptoeing forward, Brenik knelt toward Jeremy and kissed his own index and middle finger with a soft press of his lips. He placed his fingers against Jeremy’s dead lips. “Maybe in another lifetime things could have been different.” He had to brush away the somber emotion that washed over him.

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