Page 2 of Make Me Scream
Abel always looks so good in pink.
“Such a pretty puppy,”I whisper in the darkness as I drag my index finger over his crooked nipple bar. He shudders as goosebumps pebble across his bare chest. I drag my blunt nailacross a few scars, wondering how he received them. Wondering if he’d tell me if I asked.
Confused that I even want to know the answers. Wondering when exactly it all fucking changed for me.
Was it when I saw that photo, or that night in the car? Was it when I first saw his tears, or the very first time he ignored me?
Or was it tonight, the first time it all felt real…Easy.Like more.And then, the possibility of losing him became real.Tangible.He could finally slip right between my fingers like melted silver, falling to the floor at my feet to be washed away… something I loathe to admit fills me with harrowing unease.
Abel undresses hurriedly, his narrow sternum heaving under the strain of his substantial breathing. When his—my—sweatpants pool to the floor around his ankles and he rights himself, it’s then I realize something’s wrong.
I reach out and clasp his throat, closing my fingers around it as tightly as I can, effectively closing off his airways. Abel gasps, eyes shooting wide, but seemingly surprisingly trusting of me… or maybe not so much.
“Listen to me, runt.” I slam my molars together and grate them as his eyes fix solely on mine, wide and searching like I’m the only fucking thing in his whole universe. I hate the way that makes my stomach capsize.
“You’re mine, yes.” It’s not a question.
He nods as best he can in my grip.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“Yes,” he squeaks, and I smile.
“Yes,” I repeat with heated venom. “You’re fuckingmine,Abel Silver.” I reach down to swipe a few droplets of blood from his bottom lip. “Do you know what that means?” I ask against his mouth. He shakes his head minutely, small puffs of air fanning over my cheek.
“It means I’m not letting you go. For anything.” I pause, bouncing my gaze back and forth between both his eyes. “Or anyone.” His widen, realization settling in, and with that, I lose myself in him and all the messy fucking madness we are.
ABEL
Static fills my ears as Peris kisses me like I’m his. Fully and entirelyhis.It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but I hate that it’s because my cunt of a mother showed up expecting me to just… upend my entire fucking life because she decided she wants to try and be a fucking mom now.
“Pup.” Skin connects with my cheek, bringing me back to the present. “Stay with me.” My brows draw together in confusion as I blink up at Peris in the darkness. His thick brows are furrowed, sweat dripping between them, and his hot breaths are fanning across my face. It’s almost too much, but then, he cups the cheek he smacked and drags the pad of his thumb roughly over my chapped and split bottom lip. “Don’t go back there with them. Stay here with me,” he pleads, golden-green eyes searching mine, and they’re so beautiful, and it’s all so foreign, I can’t help the tears that escape my own.
“Okay,” I rasp, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips because how can I say no when this is who is in front of me right now? This considerate boy who’s giving me everything I need. I don’t really understand it. It’s disconcerting—us being who wealways were to now this. Not knowing if it’s going to last. Not knowing why it’s even happening… at least not for sure.
But I do know I’ll take Peris any way I can get him… even if that means losing vital pieces of myself.
Peris sighs, and I feel the tension bleed out of him, which causes my own to subside for the time being. It’s still there, festering beneath every layer of flesh, waiting to ooze out of every inopportune moment, but for the time being, all that exists right now is Peris and his mouth and his hands as they render me completely and utterly useless with his mom in the next room, waiting for us.
CHAPTER 2
PERIS
It makes me sick,the way I’m unable to keep my damn mouth off of him. Some part of his flesh needs to be on me at all times, and Abel seems to have realized that—which is why he is now sitting in my lap, my face shoved into his sweaty neck as he rides my dick like he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t.
And who knows… maybe he will.
“Jesus fuck, runt,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as he clenches around me, rolling his narrow waist like a fucking dream. His pert little ass is bony but nestled perfectly against me as we fuck on my bedroom floor, my back up against my bedpost, jarring my spine as my vertebrae grind against it.
I dig the pads of my thumbs into the hollows of his hips, knowing I’ll be leaving perfectly shaped bruises in my wake. Abel barely stifles a gasp as I lift him off my lap, only to slam him back down, forcing him to take my entire length in one brutal thrust. With the way his molten eyes roll back so teasingly, I repeat the motion, barely staving off my own orgasm at the sight of his jaw hanging slack, drool dripping from between his parted lips.
He looks fucked completely and utterly stupid, and it burns me alive.
“Look at you, puppy,” I rasp against his neck, dragging my tongue along his sweat-dampened skin. Salt and musk explode on my tongue. “Fucked dumb already.”
“M’the one fuckin’ you,” Abel bites back breathlessly, causing my mouth to curl unbidden against his flesh.
“Guess that’s true,” I muse. My jaw clenches collectively with my hands on his hips as I pull my face away from his all-too-tempting throat. “You’re always fuckin’ me, Abel.”
