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Something about seeing our hands next to each other on her body was lighting a flame inside of me. His head turned and our eyes connectedagain, the feeling of it like sinking a hook intomy gut and tugging. His gaze flicked down, away from mine. I envisioned my hand full of his cock.
If he’d let me push my hand past the waistband of his boxers, down, down…Feeling his bare cock on my palm, his heavy balls, reaching farther back, too. His taint, his ass.Fuck.
Dakota was getting slicker, needier, tighter, and I knew she was about to come. Squeezing Mason’s fingers against mine like a damn vise, her breathy moans and whines filling the air, her eyes squeezed shut.
Mason turned towards and ducked his head, his breath hot on my shoulder.
“You’re so fucked up for this,” he said, only loud enough for my ears.
“I know.”
He scraped his teeth over my shoulder muscle and my whole body went tight. His canines dug into my skin when hebitme. Hard enough to leave a mark.
But I couldn’t focus on that because Dakota was right in front of me, her sounds getting higher in pitch, sliding into the cadence she got right before she came. I gave her my ichor-stained fingers to suck on again as her orgasm tore through her perfect body, her pussy fluttering around my and Mason’s fingers.
When she was finally spent, Mason left without another word.
I fucked Dakota, showered with her, and eventually went to bed—all without seeing him again.
Chapter 61
Dakota
Micah knew. He’d known the entire time.
Cold wind blew down the street, rustling branches on the trees and creaking against metal siding, making me shiver without my coat on. My teeth were chattering and my muscles clenching rapidly in an attempt to keep warm, but I didn’t care. I stared up at the moon, full and silver in the pitch-black sky.
If Micah had known about Mason and me the entire time, that meant he also probably knew what I’d done with Mason in the kitchen in the darkness while he was still upstairs. When I’d crawled back into bed, damp from my shower, he’d known. And maybe this was it now—the end of everything. I hadn’t spoken to Micah after he made me drink his blood and ichor; I’d woken up sometime in the middle of the night, my mind sleepy and confused, then I’d left his house without saying anything.
He’d texted me about an hour later, but I didn’t respond to that.
I hadn’t been to class, and I’d called out of work again. My stomach ached with emptiness because my appetite was gone.
Frost had started to gather on the cars, and it clung to clumps of dead grass that crunched under my boots. My breath curled away from my mouth in faint white clouds, dissolving into thenighttime. A dog barked somewhere, a few short sounds before silence took over once again.
I walked aimlessly, without purpose, without reason, wandering down the street without anything in my pockets. No phone or music today. Not even my knife.
Rectangles of dim yellow light gleamed from windows and I could smell cigarette smoke when the wind shifted. All my secrets had been torn from my hands now, my strength draining out of me slowly over the past few months until I had nothing left to give and no thoughts in my head other thanI fucked up.
I’d probably made Mason hate me by choosing Micah over him, but now Micah hated me too. Because I’d never actually chosen him—I’d chosen both, despite knowing that wasn’t an option given to me. As much as I wished it was.
They both hated me. They got me fucked up last night, touched me, and now it was over. I felt more and more stupid every time I remembered how fucking naive I’d been the past few months. They got to keep all their secrets, but I got to keep none of mine. I’d hoped that either one of them could cure my hurt, but instead, they both became the new wound. The new things bleeding me dry.
Shadows swirled around me, dragging me down. I couldn’t see the metaphorical sunlight at all anymore. I was circling the drain, waiting for the water to take me once and for all.Drown me.
I kicked a pebble with my boot, watching it skitter down the street until it was too far for me to see. Too dark, too small. My gaze lifted, scanning the edge of the forest just past the trailer I stood next to now.
Through the darkness, hiding in the tree line, I saw a figure. I couldn’t make out much, but then it turned.
There were two golden eyes, glowing, staring straight at me.
I almost tripped over my own feet as I took off back towards my trailer, not giving it a second thought. The eyes weren’t at the height they would be on a four-legged animal, but the height of a person. That didn’t feel right.
My front door was left unlocked from when I’d left earlier, and I barreled inside, slamming and locking it behind me, heart pounding. But when I looked out the front windows, I didn’t see anything. Obviously. I didn’t think it was going to chase me, but I was still relieved to see I was alone.
I snatched my phone off the counter—no notifications.
Kicking off my boots, I trudged down the hallway towards my bedroom. Past the vomit stain on the thin carpet outside the bathroom door, past the magenta flash drive I’d thrown out of my room. I was going to burn it, melt down the inner components until it was unusable and all the videos were lost. I wasgoingto do that.
