Page 16 of Possess Us
Anytime now, demons…
Nothing happens. There’s no inner shift of power. No sudden surges indicating one of these demon fuckers is making their move.
I rest my hand on his shoulder, hoping the contact will be enough to make the transfer.
Nope. And Tyler, not a massive fan of intimate touches of that kind, harshly slaps me away.
‘Why don’t you fuck off back to the house. You’re clearly in the wrong place.’
‘This party is for big girls and boys,’ Gina mocks. ‘You wanna cuddle? Go back to the manor.’
I really hate her. When she invited me over, we were fifteen. I thought she wanted to be my friend. She offered to give me a makeover and instead tied me to a chair and cut chunks out of my hair as three of her friends did my make-up in coloured permanent marker. Then they all cut my clothes off me and shoved me out of the gates, making me walk back to my foster home in my underwear.
I fucking hate her. How she knows Tyler is beyond me. I guess all the rich dickheads know each other. I had no idea the mansion was so close to where I once lived.
Tyler grips Gina’s hair with an annoyed tut. She smirks at me before returning to the task at hand, victorious that she gets to keep her prize all for herself.
I fall to my knees, put my hand over hers, and steal his cock for myself instead. And I look her right in the eye as I do.
Mycock.
My tongue circles his tip teasingly before I take him in fully, running the length of his shaft along my tongue until I feel him at the back of my throat. I’ve had it there plenty of times before. I know what he likes. I know what I can take.
Her hatred is amusing as she watches me work her man. I suck him and pull my lips away with a pop before offering him back to her.
Will she play? Will she be happy to share?
I wait, offering his length to her.
She glances at Tyler. Probably hoping he’ll push me away. But of course, he doesn’t.
She blinks rapidly before taking what I offer. Both our hands stroke him up and down as she services him with her mouth.
In front of everyone, we share him, letting those around us watch as we move him from one mouth to another. His head tilts back, showing me a throat I would love to drag a rusted blade clean across. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
Yeah. I would love to cut it out and take a bite.
My hand shoots up and grips his shirt. My fingers curl, and he yells as I pull him down to me. My lips crash onto his, forcing them apart before pushing him back onto his chair. Our lips are still pressed together, and I’m not doing anything.
The burning pressure I felt earlier rips through me.
Tyler’s eyes widen as he looks into mine, and I think… no, Iknow…he finally sees me.
In this moment, as a demon spews from my lips and into his mouth, pushing its way down his throat and into his body, he knows I am here.
That I am free.
His hand grips my throat and squeezes as he tries to push me off, but I keep him pinned down, giving the demons possessing my body full permission to use me as they will to keep him secured.
To anyone else, this is nothing more than an intense and slightly violent make-out session. Me on his lips. And Gina on his dick.
Lucky guy.
Little do they know.
His eyes go even wider. A glorious terror fills them, and I can’t look away, even as he squeezes my throat and tries to kill me, as he tries desperately to push me off. I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. And neither do my demons, as they keep us clamped together.
Those pretty blue eyes start to darken. Black lines stretch out instead of the usual red you get when your eyes get all bloodshot. Tyler’s hips buck, and poor Gina gets a bit more than she bargained for. She falls back with a gag and a wretch as she looks at us.
