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May your filthiest fantasies come true…

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 CONTENTS
Playlist
Trigger Warnings
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11

What’s Next?
Acknowledgments
About Shae Ruby
More By Shae Ruby

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 Warning from My Demons — SLAVES

Seven Devils — Florence + the Machine

There’s No Sympathy for the Dead — Escape the Fate

Devil’s Playground — The Rigs

The Apparition — Sleep Token

Hypnosis — Sleep Token

The Beast Inside — My Enemies & I

Chokehold — Sleep Token

Ascensionism — Sleep Token

The Summoning — Sleep Token

Panic Switch — Silversun Pickups

Obsessed — Jutes

My Apocalypse — Escape the Fate

Writing On the Walls — Underoath

Pretty Boy — Isabel LaRosa

Die For You — The Weekend

We Belong Together — Ritchie Valens

 Telomeres — Sleep Token

Mine — Sleep Token

Fall For Me — Sleep Token

Going Down in Flames — 3 Doors Down

Far From Home — Five Finger Death Punch

Let Me Go — 3 Doors Down

No Guidance — Christ Brown ft Drake

World So Cold — Three Days Grace

Animal I Have Become — Three Days Grace

Figure You Out — VOILÀ

Drive You Insane — Daniel Di Angelo

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 Hello reader,
I write dark stories that can be disturbing to some. My books are not for the
faint of heart, and my characters, many times, are not redeemable. This
book contains dark themes to include graphic sex scenes, MURDER,
consent non-consent/dubious consent, primal play, blood play,
choking/breath play, knife play, degradation, demonic possession, off page
death of family members, alcohol use. I may be missing some triggers, so
instead, consider this a blanket trigger warning.

I trust you know your triggers before proceeding, and always remember to
take care of your mental health.
For more things Shae Ruby, visit authorshaeruby.com

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I
t’s Halloween night, and the parties on Greek Row never disappoint.
After all, it is the University of Alabama, and we take partying seriously.
It brings me to this moment, where I’m dressed as a vampire—minus the
fangs—and on my way inside the Phi Mu House. I know. I’m a cliché,
especially with this costume. I couldn’t find anything else at the last minute
—so it will have to do.
A crowd of what looks to be freshmen is entering the monstrosity of a
house. It is white with tall columns, something you’d definitely see in
ancient Greece. At least the architecture is on point. Then there’s the
cheerleaders entering behind me, all dressed in their slutty little outfits.
Some dressed as witches, one vampire, and even a maid. Any excuse to
show their asses tonight, which is just as well, seeing as I’m trying to get
laid.
“Good game last night, Jeremiah!” Candace says, flipping her long
blonde hair, giving me fuck me eyes with her baby blues. “Come find me
later.”
“Absolutely.” I smirk, knowing I’ve already bagged her for the night.
We’ve dated on and off for the past couple of months, but nothing exclusive
anymore. “Don’t go too far, baby girl.”
Last night was our game against Auburn, and we won yet again. I don’t
want to say I carried the game, but being the quarterback has perks; like
having the cheerleaders fawning over me. I can’t complain, that’s for damn
sure.
A Tate McRae song plays through the speakers as I enter the house. The
crowd of bodies makes it smell like musk and body odor. It’s hot as fuck,
and I wrinkle my nose as I dodge left and right. I’m here to find Noah, my
best friend, and tight end, but that’s already proving to be a difficult task.
Making my way through the crowd is a full-time job, but I finally
manage to find my friends, spotting them by the makeshift bars. Noah and
Ian finally spot me and give me bright smiles, beckoning me over. I quicken
my footsteps, trying to get away from the flailing limbs as the student body
dances and grinds against each other in perfect synchrony.
“What’s up, man?” Noah, my best friend, says as I reach him. He’s
having to yell over the music, and I squint my eyes as I try to make out his
words by reading his lips. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“I got held up.” I lie, knowing damn well I was just buying a last-
minute costume.
“A vampire, again, Watters?” Ian smirks. “Don’t you think that’s a bit
repetitive?”
“Oh, fuck off.” I roll my eyes. “You’re dressed as a damn werewolf.
Besides, the girls love this shit.”
“You’re not wrong.” Noah laughs and hands me a shot of what’s either
vodka or tequila. I’m guessing it’s the latter, but with no lime. “Cheers.” He
clinks the shot glass against mine, and Ian does the same. “Let’s get fucking
trashed.”
I down my shot in one go, grimacing at the taste of the tequila with no
chaser. Fucking hell, that’s horrible, but that just means I’ll be horny later.
That saying about tequila making panties fall off is a true fucking story, or
in my case, boxers.
“Let’s go,” Noah says. “Maria texted me—” Another cheerleader,
Candace’s best friend, to be exact. “—and she said they’re waiting for us
upstairs.”
“Alright,” I say, tensing up, yet following him all the same.
Again, we’re dodging bodies left and right, mainly going up the stairs. I
don’t know how people aren’t falling down. It’s so crowded, but they
somehow manage to stay upright. They are probably talking about taking
the next available room, everyone knows that’s what people come upstairs
for. Which is why now I’m asking myself why we’re coming upstairs, but
since I doubt it’s for an orgy, I relax.
Maria lives here, so we’re probably going to her room, which is
spacious and boasts a pretty cool balcony. I would know, seeing as I’ve
been in there before, not with her, but with Candace, her roommate. She
obviously wants a repeat, so maybe they’ll give us a bit of privacy soon.
Except when we finally push the door open, the lights are off, and candles
are scattered all over the floor.
“The fuck—” I mutter, looking at Candace and Maria sitting on the
floor around a board game I don’t recognize. “What’s this?” I ask them, and
Candace’s eyes light up.
“Baby!” she says excitedly. “You’re finally here.”
I grin, but Ian and Noah walk past me and join them on the floor,
leaving me to lock the door so we’re not interrupted. Lord knows people
will try to come in here to get laid, and I don’t want to have to kick them
out.
“What is this?” Noah asks, clearly confused. He takes off his Ghost
mask just for Maria to put it back on.
“Don’t take it off. It’s creepier this way,” she murmurs, taking a
triangular-shaped object from the ground and placing it on the board.“It’s a
Ouija Board. And before⁠—”
“Doesn’t that summon spirits?” I frown, coming to sit next to Candace.
“I hope so!” Candace giggles, clearly drunk already.
Maria shoves a bottle of vodka my way. “Here, drink. It’ll make it fun.”
My frown deepens. “Oh, I don’t know about this,” I mutter. “That shit
freaks me out.”
“Oh, don’t be a pussy,” Ian says. “It’s Halloween. What’s the worst that
could happen?”
“We die?” I ask in confusion.
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” Candace rolls her eyes, taking a swig of
her bottle of tequila. Oh, hell. She’s going to be trashed, and soon. The last
thing I need is to have her throw up on me later. “Drink, so we can get
started.”
I open the bottle of vodka, take a long gulp, probably equating to at
least five shots, and gasp at the burn going down my esophagus. It’s
definitely way worse than tequila. I take another long gulp, my head feeling
light and fuzzy all of a sudden.
 “That’s it, babe,” Candace coos. “Now shut up and let us do the
talking.”
“Fine by me,” Noah says, and I narrow my eyes at him.
His brown eyes meet mine, widening, probably realizing what we’re
about to do. Now, I’m not superstitious by any means, but my parents have
warned me about not fucking around with this type of stuff. I miss them so
fucking much it hurts, and losing them never gets easier. There are loud
warning bells going off in my head. Loud enough to make me want to get
up and bolt, yet I don’t.
Candace giggles, “This is called a planchette.” She gestures toward the
triangular object in her hand, which was just on the board a moment ago.
My head spins a little as I look down at the board, trying to figure out what
the hell she’s about to do, but coming up completely blank.
“Noted,” I say dryly.
“Alright, so we’re going to get started now,” Maria says in a whisper.
“Nobody talk. We’re going to let Candace do it.”
“Okay,” Noah says, and Ian and I just nod in acknowledgement.
“Spirits of the Underworld.” Candace grins. “I summon you.”
“You’re supposed to say hello, you twat.” Maria cackles, taking the
bottle of tequila from Candace’s side, and drinking straight from it. “Put the
planchette where it belongs.”
“Right.” Candace rolls her eyes, dragging the object over to the word
hello. “Hello.”
Nothing happens.
“This is so fucking stupid.” I laugh.
“Hello?” Candace repeats. “Spirits of the Underworld?”
“Please tell me you don’t believe in this shit,” Noah says, chuckling.
“Would y’all shut the fuck up?” Maria snaps, her hazel eyes narrowing
on us. She flips her dark brown hair over her shoulder and looks at
Candace. “Let her work.”
“Fine, fine.” Ian raises his hands in defeat, rendering everyone quiet.
Candace says “hello” one more time, then drags the object to the center
of the board. Maria and her sigh simultaneously when nothing happens, but
just when we’re about to give up, the candles begin to flicker. Shadows are
cast around the room, and suddenly, the temperature drops, causing a chill
to run down my spine.
 “I think—” I start, suddenly a little freaked out. I don’t know if it’s all
the alcohol in me, but I feel nauseous and not up for this at all. “I’m gonna
go⁠—”
The balcony doors fly open, the October breeze filtering in and chilling
me just a bit more. I shiver, goosebumps blooming on my arms. With the
breeze filtering through the doors, all but one candle has been snuffed out. I
look around, and Candace’s jaw is slack, Maria’s eyes are wide, and the
boys look spooked. Probably just as spooked as I feel. I’m ready to get the
fuck out of here.
“Hello?” Candace says, phrasing it more like a question.
Then the creepiest fucking thing happens—the planchette moves to the
word hello. On its fucking own. I know this because Candace is keeping her
hands to herself for once in her fucking life.
Candace squeaks, Maria squeals in excitement, and I gulp.
“Fuck this,” Noah gasps. “I’m out.”
“Nah, you little bitch,” Maria snaps. “Sit the fuck down and be quiet.”
The breeze filters in more aggressively, ruffling my hair and chilling me
to the bone. When Candace speaks next, I can see the fog coming from her
breath, as it’s many degrees cooler in here now than it is outside.
“Hi.” Candace’s voice shakes. “I’m Candace. Who are you?”
Nothing happens.
“Maybe ask yes or no questions?” Maria whispers.
“Are you a woman?”
The object moves to the word ‘no’ and I balk.
“A man?”
Yes.
“What’s your name?” Maria asks now, seeing as Candace has scooted
back from the board. She looks just as freaked out as the rest of us, maybe
even worse. Her skin is paler than usual, and her blue eyes are rapidly
blinking as if she’s trying to keep tears at bay.
No.
The planchette moves over to the word effortlessly; the spirit refusing to
tell us its name. The board begins to shake, and the planchette is now
shooting from one side to the other. The room definitely drops another few
degrees, and then the last candle blows out.
My hands begin to tremble, and my eyes stay fixated on the board until
the planchette stops moving. “Oh, fuck this shit,” I whisper, but I’m rooted
to the spot in fear. I can’t fucking move, or maybe it’s some sort of
supernatural force holding me in place. Now that I think of it, I can’t even
move my fingers.
What the fuck?
“Name?” Maria asks, her voice shaking now, and she is too—like a
goddamn leaf.
Not so brave now, are you?
No.
The spirit says again, refusing to give us its name.
“This is crazy,” I mutter. “Please make this end.”
The object shakes on the board again—on the word no.
“Okay, okay,” Candace says. “We’re done here.”
No.
I can move now, and I get up, slowly stepping back. Maria grabs the
planchette from the board and throws it across the room. The balcony doors
slam shut, and the candles flicker back to life. It suddenly feels like it’s
ninety degrees in the room, and I continue to walk backward until my back
hits the door. Then I turn around and wrap my hand around the knob.
“You don’t want to stay, Jer?” Candace purrs, her words slurring.
“Nah,” I tell her, my voice shaking. “I’m wasted. Rain check?” It’s not a
question, more of a statement, as I pull the door open and get the fuck out
of the room. There’s no way in hell I’ll be coming back to this house ever
again in my life, not after that. Her room is probably haunted now.
I make my way back down the stairs and to the makeshift dance floor,
feeling like I need to distract myself for a little while. I find the nearest girl
and haul her toward me, her eyes widening for a moment before they settle
on my face—and she grins. Her dark hair falls over her shoulder as she
turns around, backing her ass up against my dick, and beginning to grind on
me. I’m wobbling on my feet, barely able to stand, but I somehow manage
to grab her hips and move to the beat of the music.
I never should’ve gone upstairs with them. I should’ve left the moment I
saw that creepy fucking board and they began to say “hello.” But something
had me frozen to the spot, something unexplainable, and I couldn’t fucking
move if I tried, and I did try.
My head feels light as I continue to dance with the nameless girl, and
then there’s a warm body at my back, getting closer and closer. I smell the
scent of musk and vanilla, and it takes me back to my dorm room. I frown
as I look over just to find Sam, my roommate, getting closer until his pelvis
is right against my ass. I’ve never been against a train, but this is odd. The
guy and I have never really gotten along, yet I can’t deny that as he gets
closer to me, his body heat feels… nice.
“No Guidance” by Chris Brown begins to play as he gets even closer
until not even a piece of paper could fit between us. His fingers brush
against mine. Sparks course through me as he presses the hard ridge of his
cock against my ass and begins to move with me. I look at him over my
shoulder, at his dilated blue eyes, the smirk on his full lips, and my stomach
flips. I don’t know if it’s in excitement or fear. I mean, I’ve never been with
a dude before. Is that what he expects of me? I didn’t even know he was
gay, and I would’ve never suspected he’d be into me. But I can’t deny this
—what I’m feeling right now—is more electric than anything I’ve felt with
a girl.
I face forward once more, trying to focus on the girl in front of me, but
his erection against my ass has my cock thickening in my pants. Now, it has
a beat of its own, like my heart is literally in my dick. I grind against the
girl a little harder, trying to seek some friction and relieve the pressure, but
Sam just grinds harder against me and my eyes roll back.
Sam’s lips meet the shell of my ear. “You like that, baby?”
A shiver runs down my spine at his husky voice, and I nod. He slips his
hands under my shirt, brushing his fingers against my sides, then toward my
pecs. He pinches both nipples, and I moan as he repeats the motion once
more. “Yes,” I gasp.
“I know,” he murmurs. “What do I have to do to get you out of here?”
Sam bites my earlobe, and when I look over my shoulder at him again, he
grins. His shaggy black hair falls over his eyes in perfectly styled curls, and
when I look down at his hands over my hips once more, I focus on the skull
tattoos on the backs of them. They’re really doing it for me right now, and
my balls draw up when he licks my neck.
God fucking damn it.
I need to get out of here like I need fucking air.
So I nod. “Let's go.” He takes a step back and so do I, getting away
from the girl. “Thanks for the dance,” I tell her, and she pouts. “I’ll see you
around.”
Sam takes a hold of my hand, and I let him, though I look around to see
if anyone is paying attention. It’s probably not good for my reputation to be
seen holding another guy’s hand, but somehow I don’t give a fuck about
that right now. I just can’t wait to get under him. I might even let him take
me upstairs to Maria’s room and let him fuck me⁠—
Wait.
“Hold on.” I halt. “Wait, wait, wait.”
Sam frowns. “Do you not want to anymore?”
“It’s not that.” I shake my head vehemently. “We didn’t say goodbye.”
Sam’s frown deepens.
“We didn’t say goodbye,” I repeat. “We played with a Ouija board, and
we didn’t say goodbye.”
I let go of Sam’s hand and walk quickly up the stairs, as quick as I can
with everyone in the fucking way. I knock on Maria’s door repeatedly, but
no one answers. So I open it. Just to find Maria and Candace making out on
the bed, grinding all over each other. Naked. I roll my eyes, looking around
the room, but the board is gone.
“We didn’t say goodbye,” I yell, and they startle. “What the fuck,
Candi? How could you forget?”
“Forget what?” She frowns.
“You didn’t say goodbye to the board.”
Maria gasps, “Well, we can do that real quick.”
They both get out of bed quickly, covering their naked bodies, and look
around the room in confusion. The candles are still scattered all over the
hardwood floor, now unlit.
“It was right there,” Candace whines. “Where the fuck did it go?”
“Maria,” I say calmly. “Where’s the board?”
“I—I don’t—I don’t know,” she stutters.
Footsteps alert me that there’s someone behind me, and when I turn
around, Sam is right there. My eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t give the girls
a clue about what’s going on between us, but he just looks past me and at
them.
“What’s going on?” he asks, his blue eyes narrowing and scanning the
room. “What happened?”
“We were playing with a Ouija Board,” I reply. “and we didn’t say
goodbye.”
“Oh.” Sam grins. “Y’all are probably fine. It’s just a game, right?”
“Right,” Candace squeaks out with wide eyes. “It’s no biggie, baby,”
she says as she looks at me. Sam looks between us and comes to stand
closer behind me. A little too close. “Wait, why are you back here?” she
asks Sam, and this time, I frown.
“Back?” Sam asks. “Oh, I found who I was looking for..”
“Oh,” Candace whispers, looking between us with narrowed eyes,
confusion clearly marring her features. But I don’t have time to explain this
shit, not when I don’t even know what’s happening. So I do the only thing
that makes sense—I turn around and leave.
Ten minutes later, my hands are shaking uncontrollably as I try to
unlock the dorm room. The key rattles in my hold, and Sam chuckles from
behind me, prying it out of my hand.
“Relax, Jer,” he whispers. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want
to do.”
I gulp, because the truth of the matter is that my cock is still half-hard in
my pants. “I want to.”
Sam pushes the door open, and I shut it behind me. There’s a soft glow
coming from our bathroom, seeing as this is the athlete’s dorms, and for
once I’m glad we don’t have a communal one. I look around at our beds,
and mine is neat and made for once, thank God, and most importantly, it’s
warm in here. I hate being cold during sex.
I swallow hard at the implication of what’s about to happen, but when
Sam begins to take off his shirt, my hands shake even harder.
Oh, fuck.
I’m about to fuck a guy.
I watch him take off the rest of his clothes, admiring the ink covering
every inch of his body. His abs are defined, rippling with every movement,
and when he hooks his thumbs into his underwear, my breathing stutters.
His black boxer briefs hit the ground, and when I look up at his cock,
there’s a piercing on the tip. What the⁠—
“Your turn,” Sam says, walking toward me slowly with a devilish grin.
It’s suddenly hard to breathe, the air thick between us, and I bite my
bottom lip as I pull my shirt over my head. Before I can unbutton my pants,
he reaches me and does it for me, pulling them down to my ankles. At this
point I’m trembling, but when he touches me, my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I close my eyes as my cock thickens to a painful degree, and he gets even
closer to me, grabbing my cock and giving it a slow tug. I hiss at the
contact, feeling his callouses scraping the velvety skin of my dick. But it
doesn’t feel wrong at all—in fact, I want more.
 “Open your eyes,” Sam whispers. “Watch me, baby.”
I open my eyes, focusing on his face. The way his full bottom lip is
caught between his teeth, and when he lets go of my cock, I look down. The
tip of his is red and angry, the hoop through his slit shining with the soft
glow of the bathroom light. I watch as he gets even closer until our hard
cocks are brushing against each other, and he takes both of us in his hand.
Gasping, I let my head fall back at the pleasure coursing through me
when he jerks our lengths in tandem. “S-Sam,” I moan when he thumbs the
little sensitive spot under the head of my cock, and I can feel pre-cum
leaking from me. “What are we doing?”
“Kaelin,” he whispers as his lips brush against mine. A shiver runs
down my spine at the light touch. “Call me Kaelin.”
I frown, confused, but repeat myself. “What are we doing?”
He leans in even further, his hand speeding up, and bites my bottom lip,
tugging it with his teeth. “Fucking.”
Oh, fuck.
I close my eyes, letting the sensations take over, and I realize that even
though I’m nervous as hell—I’m still too turned on to put a stop to it.
“Now get on the bed.”

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“N ow get on the bed,” I murmur, and Jeremiah’s eyes widen.
Even though I can see the anxiety swirling in his irises, he does
as I say, crossing the room until he’s lying on his bed. His light
blonde hair spills onto the pillow like a halo, the slightly longer strands
perfect for pulling, and my cock aches to fill him up. But first things first—
prepping him. Not like he deserves it, but I don’t want him running. He’s
mine to toy with. This is clearly his first time, and he doesn’t know what
he’s doing. All I know is that he trusted me enough to lie down on that bed
—a stupid fucking choice if there ever was one—and I’m going to take full
advantage of it.
He looks like the kind of guy who is secure enough in his masculinity to
let me fuck him in the ass, so I don’t have a conversation about who’s going
to bottom, knowing full well he’s going to be the one to do it. I walk toward
the nightstand between the beds, opening the first drawer to find lube and a
thin vibrator.
Bingo.
I look over at Jeremiah, who is now jacking his length leisurely, looking
right at me with an unreadable expression. A sinful smirk takes over my
lips, and I climb onto the bed with him.
“Spread your legs, little human,” I whisper, and he obliges, though he
frowns at the nickname. “Shhhhh,” I say before he can ask what the hell
I’m talking about. “Close your eyes.”
 Jer closes his eyes, his mouth opens on a gasp when I trail my fingers
over his thighs, then get between them. I lean over him, lining up our cocks
once more and rubbing myself against him. Before he can process what I’m
doing, though, I capture his lips with mine.
The first press of our lips against each other sends a shiver down my
spine, a new development—something I’ve never felt before. He parts his
mouth for me, taking my bottom lip between his own and sucking on it. My
cock twitches, and my eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation of
my balls drawing up into my body.
Fuck.
What the hell is he doing to me right now?
He tugs on my lip with his teeth, then lets go of it slowly. But I can’t get
enough, so I do the only sensible thing and tease my tongue against the
seam of his lips. He parts them immediately, letting me thrust my tongue
into his willing mouth, and moans when they tangle together. We battle for
dominance, but if there’s one thing about me—I always win.
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard until I can
taste blood, then let go slowly. He gasps, licking at his now wounded flesh,
and I smirk. There’s blood dripping down his lip, and I can taste it on my
tongue. So I’m not surprised when it’s smearing all over his neck as I kiss
it, then bite hard and lick down his body.
He’s flawless, freckles dotting his shoulders, skin completely clear of
tattoos. Not even one in sight. I admire it, the golden color of his skin as I
kiss down his body, abs tightening under my tongue. The groan that vibrates
through me as I make it to his pelvis and inhale him is animalistic, and I’ve
never smelled anything better. Musk and something woodsy—like
sandalwood.
“Oh, fuck,” Jeremiah whispers when I flick my tongue against the tip of
his cock, tasting the pre-cum leaking down his slit. “Yes, please.”
“Mmmm,” I moan as I lick his shaft, getting him wet and ready for me.
“More?”
“Please.”
“Beg me,” I murmur. “Beg for it.”
“Please, baby,” Jeremiah pleads. “Suck my dick. Please, I’m fucking
begging.”
My cock twitches at the nickname, and I smile as I suck the tip of his
cock into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one
go and swallowing around him.
Jeremiah moans loudly, one hand gripping the sheets, the other pulling
the strands of hair at the top of my head. I hollow my cheeks on the way up,
creating more suction for him, and grab the bottle of lube. He stiffens when
he hears me uncap it, and I slather my fingers in the cold liquid. I want to
reassure him, but I won’t. I don’t know why he’s bringing this soft side out
of me, but I shouldn’t care this much.
Pressing my finger to his hole, I give him just the tip. He tenses even
more, but when I give him a deep suck all the way to the back of my throat,
he relaxes enough to let me slip it all the way in. I thrust in and out of him a
few times, then add a second finger. He moans when I crook them, and I
know exactly when I find his prostate because the whimper he blesses me
with makes my cock leak onto the sheets. I remove my mouth from his cock
with a pop, continuing to thrust my fingers in his ass slowly, trying to drive
him insane, and it must be working because his fingers tighten in my hair as
he tries to get me to suck him again.
Goddamn.
Turning on the vibrator, I press it to his leg. He jumps and gasps, his
fingers tightening in my hair impossibly harder until tears stream down my
face.
“W-w-what is that?” His voice shakes, and I smirk, biting the inside of
his thigh and drawing more blood. He hisses, his back arching off the bed.
“Kaelin?”
A shiver runs down my spine at the way he says my name, and it makes
me fucking giddy that he even remembered it. It sounds sweet on his full
lips, better than any summoning. “Heaven,” I reply simply, knowing I’m
about to make him see stars.
I withdraw my fingers, coating the vibrator with lube this time, then
thrust it into him slowly. Taking his cock back in my mouth, I taste the pre-
cum leaking from him, which makes my mouth water immediately. I moan
as I take him to the back of my throat once more, swallowing around him,
and shove the vibrator in the rest of the way. I let him adjust to it, but not
for long, before I’m thrusting it in and out of his ass in hard, long strokes.
His back arches off the bed again, and I hollow my cheeks on the way
back up. His cock continues to leak like a goddamn faucet in my mouth,
and his legs begin to tremble as he shouts, the vibrator pegging his prostate
with every pass.
 “Ohmyfuckinggod.”
Not God, little human.
Just your worst nightmare.
The bed hovers off the floor, levitating at my will, and I double my
efforts. He’s completely oblivious to what’s happening in this room right
now, and the room temperature increases to scorching levels. Hot enough
that even I start sweating.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” he moans loudly. “If you want me to pull
out, get off now.”
I quicken the pace of the vibrator and suck him even harder. I want to
wring him dry by the time I’m done with him, and as his cock pulses in my
mouth seconds later, I know I’m going to accomplish my mission. Both his
hands tangle in my hair as his hips take on a mind of their own and he fucks
hard into my mouth, and I moan as his cum pools and drips down my chin.
The bed shakes as it falls back down to the floor, screeching loudly, and he
groans as his cock softens.
Pulling away, he lets go of my hair, and I kneel between his legs. I spit
his cum onto my hand, coating my cock with it, and he gasps, “Condom?”
I shake my head with a smirk. “Nah, you’re taking my cock just like
this.”
“Wait, what happened to your face?” His voice trembles with the
question. I know he can see the shadow behind Sam’s body, and he’s
freaking out just a bit.
“Nothing, baby,” I tell him softly. “Now shut the fuck up and let me
fuck you.”
He swallows hard, and I hear him gulp, which only serves to turn me on
further. It’s as if I can smell his fear, taste it on my tongue. It’s an
aphrodisiac, and I want more of it. But I can’t scare him too much either.
Pressing the head of my cock to his gaping hole, I slip in easily. He
encases me in mind-blowing tightness and heat, and I moan. “Oh, fuck.” I
mutter, and he tightens around me. “You feel incredible.”
I fold him up like a pretzel, pressing his knees toward his chest, and
watch as my cock thrusts in and out of him slowly. It glistens with his cum,
and I groan at how wet he feels. Incredible.
Rearing my hand back, I slap him across the face. Not too hard, but still
hard enough to sting. He’s stunned as his head rears to the side, but before
he can complain, I wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze. He makes a
choking sound, turning bright red almost immediately, and I smirk.
“Take it, baby,” I whisper, leaning over him until we’re at face level.
“Open that pretty little mouth.”
Jeremiah does as I say, parting his lips for me, and I gather my saliva
and spit it into his mouth. I loosen my hold on his neck just in time to hear
his choked moan, and I groan at the sound. My eyes roll to the back of my
head as I quicken the pace, and my balls draw up. When I open my eyes
once more, I see him gripping the sheets again. Hearing his moans is like
music to my damned ears. “Are you hard again, baby?” I whisper, and he
moans louder.
The angle must be blissful, and I know I’m pegging his prostate with
every pass. My spine tingles, and Jeremiah looks up at the ceiling with his
lip caught between his teeth, exposing his neck to me. It’s a dangerous
position to be in with me, seeing as I’m definitely the predator, and he is the
prey. But I don’t want to think about how he has me breaking all my rules
right now.
Rule number one—don’t fuck the humans.
“You gonna come for me again, Jer?” I ask him, and he nods. “How
close are you?”
“Fucking close,” he replies through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop, please.
Don’t fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I moan, my balls tightening, and I know I’m
about to bust. “Come for me, baby.”
“I don’t know if I can,” he whines. “I’m not touching my⁠—”
His ass flutters around my cock, and he shouts.
Oh, fuck, yes.
I moan again, my own cock twitching, draining with my release, filling
him up to bursting. The lights flicker in the bathroom, bathing the room in
darkness momentarily, before flicking back on.
I feel my cum seeping around my cock as it leaks out of his ass, and that
just won’t do. So I pull out and shove two fingers back into him, pushing it
back in. Then I do the only sensible thing and shove my cock back into his
warm, wet ass.
Jeremiah’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“Warming up, baby.” I wink. “Now spread your legs and let me lie
down.”
 “I’m covered in cum,” he says weakly, yet spreads his legs for me all
the same. Weak little delicious fucking human. “What the⁠—”
I lick at his chest, cleaning up the cum on him, then shove my tongue
between his parted lips. He moans, sucking on it, and my cock gives one
last twitch before softening. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“How?”
“You can do it.” I press my lips against his chastely, and my stomach
does a stupid little cartwheel. “Now keep my cock warm.”
Jeremiah rolls his eyes but doesn’t push me off him, and I smirk. I lie
down on him, knowing damn well he can take it. He’s built like a brick
house. Thick arms, defined chest, and huge fucking thighs. Honestly, it’s
impressive. It’s no wonder I broke my rule.
I rest my head over his heart as he falls asleep, lulling me into some sort
of trance, and once I hear the soft snores coming from him, I pull out. I
don’t bother cleaning him up. Let him live with the evidence of what we did
between his thighs. Instead, I put my clothes back on and exit the room
quietly, taking the elevator down to the main floor.
Once I’m downstairs, I exit the building and go for a walk, letting the
chilly air cool me down. Just now noticing the strangest fucking thing. My
vessel has no fight in him, or he’s really fucking enjoying this. Either way, I
usually like more back and forth. I want the fight, crave it. I want to argue
with the little fucker I’ve taken over. But the silence isn’t bothering me for
once.
And I wonder if it’s my little human’s doing.
Guess we’re going to have to find out.

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blink my eyes open, the heaviness of them not lost on me. My body is
cold, and I shiver as the cool air conditioner hits my cock. I stiffen,
looking around the room frantically and sitting up in bed just to find it
empty. Thank fucking God for that, because if the stickiness coming out of
my ass is any indication, last night wasn’t a dream after all.
Even though I’m not exactly freaking out right now, I know it’s
imminent. I did let a guy fuck me, after all. Not only have I never done that
before, but it’s never even crossed my mind in the first place. Yet something
about him last night drew me in, like there was a magnetic pull between us,
and I was helpless to stop it.
My lip throbs to the beat of my heart as I lick over it, and when I lift my
hand to touch it, I realize there’s a scab on it. Sam—no, Kaelin—bit it last
night, and it hurt like a motherfucker. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared
to look at myself in the mirror right now. I’m sore in places I didn’t even
know could be sore before now, and it feels like my entire torso is bruised.
Also, what the fuck was up with him last night, making me call him Kaelin?
Is it his middle name? He’s never insisted on it before, and it’s fucking
weird. But I wasn’t thinking clearly last night, that much is obvious.
I force myself out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door
behind me. I flip on the light and stare at myself in the mirror, gasping at
what I see. My eyes are wide in horror as I turn my body to inspect the
bruises and bites marring my skin. There’s dry blood smeared on my chin,
my neck, and my abs, as well as random red marks all over me.
What. The. Fuck.
It looks like I was attacked.
And maybe I was. After all, I have no idea what’s normal and what’s not
when it comes to sleeping with the same sex. But I take a deep breath and
close my eyes, ready to wash the evidence of this night down the drain. I
don’t even know how I’m going to face Sam—”Kaelin”—when he comes
back, but maybe not being here will save me from having to deal with it
right now.
Turning the handle in the shower, I wait for the water to warm up before
getting in. Drops cascade down my body as I tip my head back to wash my
hair, and when I look down, I see pink going down the drain. I swallow
hard, wincing when the water hits my chest, the pressure almost unbearable
on my bruises. Fucking hell. He really did a number on me. I knew he was a
bit of a freak when I first met him, but this is on another level of fucked up.
And what’s worse is that I enjoyed every second of it. Until now.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down hard, making
me taste blood immediately, then lets go slowly. I gasp and lick my bleeding
lip, tasting the strong copper on my tongue. It stings like nothing I’ve ever
felt before, and I feel it dripping down my lip and onto my chin.
Kaelin bites and licks down my body, eliciting goosebumps with every
pass of his tongue over my flesh, and my eyes roll to the back of my head
when he gets to the tip of my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper when he flicks his tongue against it. “Yes,
please.”
“Mmmm,” he moans as he licks my cock from root to tip, getting me
wet. “More?”
“Please.”
“Beg me,” he says softly. “Beg for it.”
I really don’t want to face him right now, which means I have to get out
of here as quickly as possible. So I lather my body with soap and rinse off,
then dry myself at record speed. By the time I’m exiting the dorm room,
I’ve already texted all my friends to meet me at the cafeteria for breakfast.
It’s quiet here this morning, and it’s clear that people are either still
drunk or massively hungover because there’s probably only ten of us. I’ve
been sitting with my untouched oatmeal and scrambled eggs for about
fifteen minutes, when Candace and Maria finally make an appearance, Ian
and Noah not far behind.
“Bro—your lip!” Noah gasps as he sits next to me, and I grimace. “Did
you get into a fight on the way home?”
“Yeah.” I lie. “Some guy punched me on the way into the dorms.”
“Gnarly.” Candace’s eyes are wide. “Should’ve stayed with me, baby.
Maria and I had fun.” Her and Maria exchange sultry looks and then direct
their gazes back to me.
“I bet,” I deadpan, remembering how they were making out on Maria’s
bed, practically humping each other. “But is anyone going to talk about
what happened last night?”
“Which part?” Ian asks, his blue eyes narrowing. “The part where we
didn’t want to be there anymore?”
“No.” I shake my head. “How about the part where we didn’t fucking
say goodbye?”
Ian and Noah look back at Maria and Candace, who are visibly shaken
now. “What the fuck do you mean?” Noah asks.
“One very important rule to playing with Ouija boards—always say
goodbye,” I say through gritted teeth. “So, Candi—did you find it?”
“Find what?” Noah interrupts again, further pissing me off. I close my
eyes and breathe in deeply, trying not to freak the fuck out. “Candace,” he
snaps, and she whimpers.
“No.” Candace’s voice shakes on the word. “I didn’t find the board.
Maybe someone took it. Maybe⁠—”
“What do you mean, you can’t find it?” Noah raises his voice even more
until people are staring at us, and I give him a look that pretty much tells
him to shut up. Except he doesn't get the hint. “Wait—you lost the fucking
board?”
“Y-y-yes,” Candace whispers. “It’s gone.”
“Whatever—” Ian snaps. “What’s the worst that could happen? It’s just
some stupid board. Probably another cheerleader is pissed at y’all and took
it to get back at you.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Maria says, rubbing Candi’s shoulder in a
soothing motion. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll find it.”
“Even if you do,” I say slowly, “it might be too late to say goodbye to
the same spirit. What if he’s not even in the house anymore?”
“And where the fuck would he be?” Noah asks.
 “What if—” Ian whispers, looking between all of us. “What if he’s
inside someone?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see something black. What looks to be a
shadow, but when I turn, it’s no longer there. My hands begin to shake, and
I swallow hard. “Why the fuck would you say that?” I snap, running a hand
down my face, just to wince at the pain in my lip. “Are you trying to freak
them out?”
“No,” Ian replies with wide eyes. “Just thinking of all the possibilities.”
“That’s slim to none,” I sigh. “That thing is probably still in your room,
Maria. Probably jacking off to you fucking around with Candace.”
“Ew, pervert,” Maria gasps. “That’s disgusting.”
“Okay, that’s weird, even for you.” Candace rolls her eyes. “Although I
can’t deny it was pretty damn hot.”
“So what, y’all are together now?” Ian asks them.
“Hell no.” Candi looks right at me. “Jer and I are still together.”
I laugh at that, because the fucking nerve of this bitch. She cheats on me
right in front of my face and thinks we’re still together. Not that I didn’t
cheat on her last night—but still. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Candi
babe.”
“Oh, hell no,” Candace growls, and Maria gasps. “Are you breaking up
with me?” The screech coming out of her is inhuman. “You can’t fucking
do that, Jeremiah. We’re meant to be. I’m a cheerleader and you’re⁠—”
“A quarterback.” I roll my eyes this time. “Yeah, yeah. Not the first time
you sang this tune. I know it by heart, babe. But you’re missing one simple
little detail.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
“I slept with someone else last night too.” I grin, feeling my lip split all
over again. Goddamnit. I lick over it, tasting the blood, and Maria makes a
face that lets me know she thinks it’s gross.
“No fucking way—” she gasps.
“Oh, bro!” Ian laughs, his whole body shaking with it.
“Jer.” Noah’s jaw drops. “No way you did that.”
“I did.” I shrug. “She started it.”
“You are fucking petty.” Candace’s bottom lip trembles. “I can’t fucking
believe you right now. But, baby, I’ll forgive you. It’s okay. We can move
past this⁠—”
 “Well, I don’t forgive you,” I sigh. “I don’t want to move past it,
Candi.”
“You’re just not meant to be, Candace.” Ian mocks, and I elbow him in
the side—hard. “Ow, bitch. What the fuck was that for?”
“Stop trying to douse the fire,” I groan. “I’m not trying to hurt you⁠—”
“Oh, so you break up with me in front of everyone?” She narrows her
eyes on my face. “What’s wrong with you?”
The truth is, I don’t know. I guess fucking around with a guy affected
me more than I thought, because now I can’t see myself with her anymore.
Only him. Even after the way I felt this morning, I know there’s no way I
can move past that without at least a conversation. And if I’m being honest,
I kind of want a repeat. For research, of course. Just to find out if it’ll be
just as good if I’m not drunk.
“I’m sorry,” I reply with a sad smile. “Maybe we can try again later on.
But I need time to heal.”
Noah and Ian begin to laugh, and I chuckle. Candace and Maria both
narrow their eyes on me. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Candi
asks, but I know it’s rhetorical, so I don’t reply.
“We’re out of here,” Maria says angrily. “Let us know if any of you
twats see that stupid board.”
“I’m done looking for it.” Candace lets us all know. “Fuck all of you.”
“You too, babe.” Noah grins. “Bye.”
“Y’all are fucking assholes, you know that?” Ian mocks them, laughing,
and Maria huffs, then walks away. Candace stays a moment longer, getting
up from her seat across from me slowly.
“You’re gonna pay for this,” she growls.
“I am?” I ask with fake wide eyes. “We’ll see.”
And with that, she walks away.
“Alright, this has been fun,” Ian says with a sigh, and when I look at
this plate, it’s been wiped clean. How the fuck did he manage to eat all that
during this fight? “But I wanna go back to bed.”
“Alright.” I nod, because same. “See ya.”
After Noah and I are alone, I know he’s going to have questions. So I
brace myself for them. What the hell am I gonna say? Will I tell him I slept
with a guy? And loved it? I mean, I don’t think he’ll judge me⁠—
“So, which one of the cheerleaders did you bang last night?” he asks
with a grin, turning his body toward me.
 “I didn’t,” I sigh. “It was⁠—”
“You fucked a peasant?” he mock gasps. “Jeremiah!”
“I fucked a guy.” I gulp, and his eyes widen. Then he begins to laugh at
me. “Stop it—” I growl.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Dead fucking serious.” Well, a guy fucked me, technically. But I’m not
about to divulge that little detail.
“I didn’t know you liked guys?” he says, but it sounds more like a
question. “Since when?”
“Since last night?” I sigh. “I’ve never even looked at a guy that way
before. Maybe it was a fluke⁠—”
“You were pretty drunk.” Noah smirks. “Maybe that’s all it was.”
I shrug, but I highly doubt it. I’ve never had that much chemistry with
anyone before. It’s as if he knew all the right buttons to push—literally. And
when he found my prostate, I’m pretty sure I saw God. I went to heaven and
back. I blacked the fuck out.
“Maybe,” I say slowly. “But I think⁠—”
“Who was it?” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I look away.
Do I really want to tell him? It’s bad enough that he left me before I
woke up. And now I have to face him when I get back. I’m sure of it.
“Sam.” There’s no way I’m telling him the little piece of information about
the name he wants me to call him now.
“Your fucking roommate?!” he gasps. “Rookie move, Jer.”
“I know.” I slap my forehead. “I was drunk as fuck, and he was so hot
last night, you don’t understand. And the guy can really suck dick.”
“Okay. Too much information.” But he’s laughing, so I know he’s just
making light of the situation. “Sounds like you enjoyed it.”
“I loved it,” I groan. “Does that make me gay?”
“Bi.” He affirms. “You still like girls. I mean, you do, right?”
“Right.”
But the question is—does it matter anymore? Because all I know is that
I want to find out just how deep my attraction goes for this guy.
And I plan on doing it tonight.

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he room is dark as I stand in the shadows, picking a corner to look at
the girls on the bed. More than likely easy prey. Maria and Candace,
as they’ve been calling each other. I learned that much from watching
them rip each other’s clothes off. Stupid, stupid girls.
They have condemned themselves to a fate worse than hell. All they had
to do was say goodbye.
Now here I am, waiting until they fall asleep to pick between them. It’ll
be fun. Candace looks like she’ll put up more of a fight—just how I like it.
The door opens suddenly, and I retreat further into the shadows. The
last thing I need is to be seen before I want to be seen. A man with a
Michael Myers mask in hand comes in, his hair jet black, tattoos decorating
his arms, hands, and even his neck. He looks around the room briefly,
pausing when he finds the girls naked in bed.
“Hey!” he calls out to them, and they sit up, gasping, to cover
themselves. They look absolutely horrified. “Have you seen Jeremiah?”
Jer.
Jeremiah.
Jeremiah.
I think I heard that name when we were playing our little game. Blond
hair, green eyes, pretty boy.
Perfect.
“Sam, what the fuck?” Maria gasps. “Get out!”
 “How would we know where he is?” Candace snaps. “He’s your
roommate.”
“Which is exactly why I’m looking for him,” Sam sighs. “If you see him,
tell him.”
“Get lost, loser,” Maria growls, going back to Candace. They lie down
in bed once more, and I seize the opportunity to make a move.
“Sam,” I whisper, “Sammmmm.”
He looks around the room with wide eyes, trying to locate where the
sound is coming from. Sam spins in a circle until he’s facing me, and his
eyes widen with fear as I reveal my misty form to him, complete with black
eyes, hooves, and even my tail. The bedside lamp flickers, casting the room
in shadows, and his eyes almost bug out of his head.
“What the—” Sam gulps, taking a step back. I take a step forward,
whispering his name once more. “Maria—help…” Sam trails off as he has
to now feel something wet on his face.
Sam rubs his eyes, pulling his hands away to see blood, and he gasps.
Before he can say anything else, I’m right in front of him. I take hold of his
shoulders, and with his next breath, I’m crawling into his mouth. His body
contorts, spine bowing with the force of my intrusion, until I fear it’s going
to break. But I’m inside of him, and that’s all that matters.
Now here I am, playing with my food. The bathroom is lit by a few
candles around the tub, casting an already eerie glow around the room.
Seriously, it’s like she’s asking to be scared. I don’t understand how she’s so
nonchalant after not saying goodbye to me, but she’s about to find out just
how much of a terrible idea that was. A slip up on her part, truly. That’s why
you don’t fuck around with spirits. I even had to leave Sam’s body for this,
which kind of pisses me off if I’m being honest. But I’ll just go back to him
after this. I did keep him locked up, after all.
Her phone rings as I watch from the shadows, her breasts on full display
doing absolutely nothing for me. The water ripples and the bubbles shift as
she answers it, and she sits up, pushing away the tray attached to either side
of the tub where she has a tablet and a glass of wine sitting on it.
“Hello?” she says into the phone. “What’s up?”
She listens intently, then suddenly gasps.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Her voice is high pitched, and I
smirk. “How could the board be in your car, Candace?”
Because she’s next.
 “Burn it, bitch,” Maria screeches. “Get rid of it. It’s too late to say
goodbye.”
I guess she’s not as dumb as I thought she was, because it’s definitely
too late. We are way past pleasantries at this point. But attempting to burn it
isn’t going to fix anything. I’m already here.
Watching her freak out is entertaining though, so I just enjoy the show
for a while as they go back and forth with each other. Finally, she hangs up,
but before she can put her cell phone back on the tray, I make sure it slides
out of her hand and into the water.
“Fuck,” she growls. “Shit.”
With a sigh, she retrieves it from the water and places it onto the tray,
not even bothering to dry it off. She leans back onto the porcelain tub, the
water up to her neck, and closes her eyes. A soft tune comes from her—
she’s humming a song—and I smirk, imitating her. It’s amusing to see how
she freaks out, immediately trying to sit up. The lights flicker on and she
gasps, and when they turn back off, both candles snuff out, bathing us in
darkness.
Maria is trembling, shaking like a leaf as I pin her down. Her legs
thrash, spilling water over the edge of the tub, and I grin. I squeeze her
throat—squeeze and squeeze until she’s turning purple, then let go. She
coughs violently, water flying everywhere as she fights for her life.
“What the fuck is going on—” she cries out. “Help!”
I squeeze her neck once more, my hands heating, burning her skin until
I can smell the incinerated flesh. My nose wrinkles as a maniacal laugh
slips free, and I let go of her.
“Your fear tastes sweet, Maria,” I purr, her cries getting louder now.
“I’m almost tempted to let you live so I can keep feeding off it.”
“Please,” she gasps, hands around her neck as she sobs. “Who are
you⁠—”
The candles flicker back to life, and I show myself to her. Maria’s eyes
widen as I touch her face lightly with my tail, and more tears trail down her
face. “The one you should’ve said goodbye to.”
“Oh, my fucking God,” she sobs again. “I’ll⁠—”
“Not God, Maria,” I tut. “It’s too late to ask for him.”
“Please,” she prays. “Please let me live. I’m sorry. I’ll⁠—”
“I love how you beg,” I sigh. “But it will not be enough to save you.”
 With that, I squeeze her throat once more, shoving her completely under
the water. She struggles, her body thrashing so violently that the water is
spilling onto the hardwood floor like a waterfall. She claws at empty air,
unable to hurt me, but trying desperately to do so. I tighten my grip on her
until I feel her stiffen; the fight leaving her, and bubbles appear on the
surface. Her body goes limp immediately, and I grin.
That was way too easy.
I sigh again, wishing I had played with her more. But this will do for
now. I have a few more of them to get rid of that will help satiate this
hunger.
An hour later, I’m unlocking the dorm room, hoping Jeremiah is here.
Call me pathetic, but I’ve been having too much fun with my little human to
let go of him this fast. I should’ve already moved on from this host,
especially with how boring he is, but I can’t seem to want to let go. It’s not
like I haven’t been breaking my rules, anyway. I’ve already fucked
Jeremiah. What’s a few more times?
What I will be doing, though, is finishing this. As much as I like to play
with my new little toy, he has to die too. There’s no rule in the book that
says I have to kill them, but the rule to say goodbye is there for a reason.
Inviting spirits and demons into this realm is a bad idea, the most terrible
one they’ve had yet. I’m just here to make them see how badly they fucked
up.
The room is dark and cold when I push the door open, empty too. It’s
evening now, so that means Jeremiah is probably having dinner with his
little friends. Probably also wondering why Maria isn’t showing up.
Well, fret not, little human.
You’ll find out why soon enough.
Except as soon as I sit on Sam’s bed, the door opens and Jeremiah
strolls in with a box of pizza in one hand and a six-pack of beers in the
other. I smirk as I look at him, my eyes trailing his muscular form from his
head down to his On Cloud’s. He doesn’t even look at me as the door shuts
behind him. Instead, he places the pizza on the desk and goes into the
bathroom, slamming the door.
Maybe he didn’t expect me to be home right now, and that’s why he’s
freaking out. The real question is, do I want to make him feel better? I guess
there’s a couple of ways I could go about this. Number one, I could leave
right now to make him more comfortable. Come back after he’s fallen
asleep to avoid conversation. Number two, I could make him feel at ease by
not bringing last night up entirely. Or number three, my personal favorite.
Bring it up and watch him squirm.
I stand up in front of the bed just as Jeremiah opens the bathroom door
and walks out slowly, heading toward the desk in the corner of the room.
He doesn’t look at me once, and it makes me smile. He’s probably still
having a mental breakdown about last night, and I really want to push his
buttons. I want to freak him out just a little more.
“Hey, baby,” I murmur, and he stiffens, not turning around.
I narrow my eyes at him in irritation, not liking that he’s ignoring me,
and make the lights turn off. He gasps, his hands landing on the pizza box,
and begins to breathe hard. His chest heaves as the lights come back on, and
he finally turns to face me with a stunned expression. His hands shake
violently at his sides, and his teeth begin to chatter.
“What was that?”
“Power probably went out.” I shrug, knowing damn well I’ll do just
about anything to fuck with him now. I show him my black eyes, and he
swallows hard, then let them go back to normal. He looks like he’s seen a
ghost, but then shakes his head rapidly, like he thinks he just imagined the
whole thing. “Where have you been?”
“Where have I been?” he snaps, and I raise an eyebrow. “How about
you? You’re the one who wasn’t here this morning.”
“I thought I’d let you process it alone.” I shrug.
“Fuck that shit,” Jer growls. “How about you fucked me—roughly, by
the way—and then left me?”
“Oh, so we’re going to talk about what happened?” I smirk.
“That’s what I’m doing right now, yes.” He nods once, looking irritated.
His deep green eyes shine like emeralds, and his full lips purse. “I’ve never
been with a guy before.”
My smirk turns into a wide grin. “I know.”
“You do?” Jeremiah rears back as if I’ve slapped him, and I chuckle.
“How the fuck would you know?”
“It was pretty obvious.” I shrug. “I liked it though.”
“I kinda…” He trails off, and I listen intently, staring straight into his
eyes.
Walking away from the side of the bed, I close the distance between us,
stopping when our shoes meet. I grab the back of his neck and haul him
toward me, pressing our foreheads together, inhaling him deeply. “You kind
of what?”
“Wanna try it again,” he whispers.
“Do you, now?” I brush my lips against his in a soft caress, and this
time his hands come up to cup my face. They’re warm and calloused—
manly. I fucking love it. He presses his lips chastely to mine, and I close my
eyes. I rarely allow myself to get lost in passion like this, and it will
probably come back to bite me in the ass. It’s not like me. I don’t do this.
“When?”
“Yes,” he breathes against my lips. “I want to try it again now.”
With my hand at the back of his neck, I tilt his face up toward me and
shove my tongue in his mouth, tasting peppermint. Our tongues tangle
together, battling, warring, clashing in an attempt to dominate. He meets me
halfway, letting go of my face to grab my ass instead with both hands, and
grinds his hard cock against mine. The friction is enough to have a groan
elicited from deep within my chest, and I bite his lip as I pull away.
“So come with me.” I tell him. “Let me show you how good I can make
you feel.”
And goddamn, do I want to.

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hings with Kaelin are weird. One moment he’s absent, leaving me to
wake up on my own, and the next he’s all over me. Telling me he
wants me. Telling me to let him take care of me, to let him show me
how good he can make me feel. It’s giving me whiplash, but I can’t deny
that I do want him to show me all of those things. If only so I could finally
decide if I’m into him or if it was just a fluke—a decision made solely
because of the alcohol coursing through my veins. I remember his eyes
turning completely black on me though, a shadow cast behind his body as
he fucked me, but I can’t tell if it was the alcohol or just my paranoia.
The cold breeze shifts my hair as I open the car door and step out of it,
just to have Kaelin coming around to meet me. We’re parked at a cemetery,
which is definitely not what I had in mind when I asked him to fuck me
again. I don’t understand what we’re doing here, but if the smirk on his lips
is any indication, it can’t be good.
“What—” I gulp. “Why are we here?”
“You said you wanted to try it again.” Kaelin shrugs, grabbing onto the
door before I can close it. I frown, looking at his hand. “And now I want to
show you how I really like to play.”
A shiver runs down my spine, fear wrapping around my bones until my
hands shake. “What is this place?” I whisper, as if my low voice could calm
the erratic beating of my heart. I can barely hear myself speak, let alone
soothe myself.
 “A graveyard.”
“I can see that,” I reply, looking around the empty parking lot. We’re the
only ones here—of course we are. It’s midnight. The graveyard is huge,
headstones scattered over a large space that looks never ending. There’s a
trail to my right that leads into the woods, and it looks creepy as fuck in
there. All I know is that I want to go back to the dorms, where I’m safe and
sound. I narrow my eyes on him, but he just smirks at me, and a shiver runs
down my spine, uneasiness flowing through my veins. “What are we doing
here though, out of all places?”
“We’re going to play a game, little human.” I scowl at the nickname and
raise an eyebrow. Yep, definitely a freak. “You run, and I’ll catch you.”
“And if you catch me?” I question, thinking about how I’m definitely
faster than him. He may play baseball, but we have a winning streak
because of my skills.
“I fuck you,” Kaelin whispers back softly, a sinful smirk on his lips.
My heart pounds in my ears, whooshing and taking over my senses. I
can’t hear him anymore, can’t focus on him either. All I can do is try to
calm my heaving breaths. I’m not freaking out. I’m not. I’m just a little
weirded out, that’s all. But my cock seems to have a mind of its own,
thickening behind my jeans to a painful degree. It has its own heartbeat, and
I can feel it in my balls too, which is suddenly driving me insane.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Jeremiah.” Kaelin’s hand shifts from
the door to my face, his knuckles brushing over my cheekbone. “You’re
going to get undressed…and then you’re going to run into those woods
until you can’t run anymore. And then when I catch you, I can do whatever
the fuck I want with you.” I gasp when his hand falls from my face to cup
my cock over my jeans. He grabs me, rubbing the heel of his palm over my
erection. It’s maddening, and my eyes widen when he gets on his knees.
“But first things first,” Kaelin whispers as he unbuttons my jeans, and
shoves them down my legs along with my boxer briefs until they meet my
ankles. My cock springs free and bobs up to meet his face. He looks up at
me, his eyes flaring with unbridled lust, and his tongue flicks out to lick my
slit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs, licking more of my pre-cum.
I grab the back of his head with both hands, my fingers getting lost in
the longer strands of his hair as I try to get him to take me further into his
mouth. “Yes,” I moan as he licks the tip of my cock again. “That feels so
fucking⁠—”
 “Good?” he asks with a smirk as he pulls away. “I know, baby. Now get
undressed and run. I’ll give you a head start.”
This time it’s me who smirks, because if he gives me a head start, he’s
definitely not catching me. Then again, I want to be caught. Maybe, just
maybe, I’ll walk.
“Don’t even think about it,” he sighs, and I stiffen. “You’ll run,
Jeremiah. Give me a challenge.”
I frown, wondering how he knew I was thinking that. “How did you⁠—”
“You said it out loud.” He winks.
“Oh.” I laugh, muttering, “Of course I did.”
I slip off my shoes, placing them back in the car, along with my
discarded jeans and underwear. I take off my shirt, yanking it over my head
as I look at him. His eyes don’t leave my body at all, pretty much fucking
me with them. And the look he gives me when I close the car door and step
up to him? It could make me come on the spot, but somehow I manage to
keep myself in check. There’s just something about him that makes me
want to throw all caution to the wind and live in the moment, and this is my
chance to do it.
“Run along, little human,” Kaelin whispers, and the nickname gives me
goosebumps. I’m just about to ask him why he keeps calling me that, when
he shoves me forward, towards the woods.
So I run with all my might, not looking back as I pump my legs like I
never have before. Sticks and rocks cut the soles of my feet, and I whimper
the further into the woods that I get. It’s dark in here, and I keep tripping
over roots and rocks, but I somehow keep running. Except, I now hear
footsteps behind me—which can’t be possible, considering he gave me a
head start.
Keeping my eyes forward, I blindly keep running. There’s no light in
here anymore, and it’s dead quiet. The sound of my breathing is loud in the
silence, which is creepier than if there were animals making noise. But I
hear him. He’s right behind me, and I swear I can feel his breath on the
back of my neck.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel though, because as I look
forward, I see moonlight streaming in through the trees. I follow it, follow
it, follow it until I can’t anymore, stopping as I get close to a pond. But
before I can process what to do next, I’m tackled onto the ground. My
breath whooshes out of me as Kaelin presses my face into the dirt, my body
pinned under him. It hurts, little rocks and sticks digging into my chest, and
I whimper.
“Make that sound again and I’ll fuck you with no lube, baby,” Kaelin
purrs, and I stiffen. His body drapes over my back, his hard cock between
my ass cheeks, and he whispers against the shell of my ear, “Caught you.”
But no.
I don’t fucking think so.
How the hell did he even catch me this fast? There’s no fucking way—
none.
I throw my elbow back, catching him on his side, and he groans. His
hold on me slips, but before I can attempt to flip myself over, his hand is on
the back of my neck, pressing me into the dirt harder. A knife lands next to
my face, and my eyes widen in shock, then fear. There’s no way I’m letting
him do whatever he has in mind⁠—
I kick and buck my body, pushing him off and over the side of me, then
get up and run again. Before I can take two steps, he’s already grabbing my
ankle and hauling me back by it as if I weigh nothing. His hand crushes my
head towards the ground. His free one grabs my hip and tilts my ass up into
the air. I feel exposed, more than I ever have before. Naked in a way that
makes me uncomfortable, which says a lot because I’m always naked in a
locker room.
“You’re not going anywhere, Jeremiah,” Kaelin says against my ear,
biting the lobe. “You’re mine.”
“I’m not⁠—”
“Mine to play with.” He chuckles. “Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Just
fucking mine.”
“Please—” I whisper. “I don’t think I’m into this anymore—I want
to⁠—”
“Stop?” he asks through gritted teeth. “No. I don’t think so.”
Rocks dig into my face as he pushes it into the ground even harder, as if
he’s trying to single-handedly crush my skull. I groan at the pain, feeling as
he rubs against my ass ever so slowly, his cock rubbing against my hole. It
lights my nerve endings on fire, drives me mad with fucking lust even
though I know it shouldn’t. I should keep trying to run. I should knock him
the fuck out. But when he lets go of my head and runs his lips down my
back, I close my eyes.
“That’s it, baby,” Kaelin whispers, and I relax slightly. “Let me⁠—”
 But he doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he licks down my crease. I
startle, bucking my hips forward until I’m flush with the dirt, but he just
takes hold of me and drags me back toward his face. He buries himself
between my cheeks, licking at my rim with fervor. I moan as he spears his
tongue inside of me, my cock throbbing all over again, and I’m desperate.
For friction. For his hand. For anything, he can give me.
“Oh, fuck.” I shift my head so my forehead is on the dirt, pushing my
hips back toward his face. I brace myself with my arms, relaxing my hole to
take more of his tongue inside me. “Like that.”
Kaelin moans as he eats my ass, licking deeply, spearing his tongue into
me over and over. But he stops as soon as I wrap my hand around my cock
and start to fuck my fist. “Not yet,” he says, and when I look over my
shoulder, he’s grinning wickedly.
A shiver runs down my spine when he grabs the knife from beside me
once more, but I try to relax even as the tip of it meets the skin of my upper
back. “Are you—are you going to cut me?” My voice trembles as I ask the
question, and he chuckles.
“Yes, Jeremiah.” He all but purrs. “I’m going to cut you.”
“But—”
“It’ll only hurt a little bit,” he says slowly. “I’ll be so deep in your ass
you’ll barely even feel it.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, my body beginning to shake, my
teeth chattering. “Please.”
“You beg so prettily, baby.” He chuckles again, dragging the knife down
my back a few inches. The tip breaks my skin, and it fucking stings. “But
you’re already such a good boy. Stay still for me and it’ll be over before
you know it.”
I look over my shoulder to watch him cut his hand open, slicing it
deeply. So deep, I know he needs stitches, but he doesn’t even flinch.
Instead, he tilts his hand over my ass as the blood pours out of the wound,
and I feel the warm, sticky liquid dripping down my crease.
A finger presses against my hole, and I relax, letting him into me. I try
not to think about the fact that he just cut his hand open to use his blood as
lube, and when he presses a second finger into me and crooks them both, I
effectively lose all train of thought. His fingers brush over my prostate,
eliciting a moan from deep inside of me, and my legs tremble. My body
shivers, my balls draw up, and⁠—
 “Don’t you dare fucking come,” Kaelin growls. “I’m not done with you
yet.”
He withdraws his fingers quickly, leaving me feeling empty. I look over
at him just to find him jerking himself with his injured hand, slathering
blood all over his cock, and I swallow hard. He presses himself to my
entrance, pushing in roughly, and he’s bottomed out within two thrusts. It
fucking burns like hell, and I shout.
“That’s it, baby,” Kaelin purrs. “Scream for me.”
“Move,” I growl, and he laughs, the decadent sound making my cock
twitch. “Fuck me already.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Kaelin pulls back, then thrusts back in hard, over and over until my eyes
are crossing and my toes are curling. Every time he pegs my prostate, it
feels like I’m going to come. This is the second time I won’t have to touch
my dick to make it happen.
He slows his thrusts suddenly, and I feel the cool metal of the blade on
my back again. On the next thrust, he brushes over my prostate and cuts a
single line down my back. I cry out, moaning and pushing my ass back
toward him, knowing it’s probably going to cut me again. But I’m desperate
to come. Desperate for more. Even if I feel like I’m about to be sacrificed
with all the blood pouring out of me.
Sure enough, the cut goes further down, stinging, but I can tell it’s
shallow. I won’t be needing stitches like he does. He either knows what he’s
doing or he’s barely touching me. But somehow, with his cock deep in my
ass, he’s making me see heaven as he cuts me.
The bloody knife clatters to the dirt beside me, and then he’s licking a
trail up my back, moaning as he does. It sends a chill down my spine, and
he stops at the first wound. “Your blood tastes so fucking good, Jeremiah.”
What the fuck is wrong with him? Why is he drinking my blood?
My stomach flips as he gives me another lick, and when he bites down
on my cut, I scream. I can feel blood dripping down my back now, warm
and sticky. He licks it up again, shoving his cock deep in my ass, making
me see stars. I moan when he pegs my prostate once more, white, hot
pleasure coursing through my body. So I don’t fight him. I let him use me,
abuse me.
“Your pain is my Nirvana, little human,” he moans as he goes faster,
harder. “The strongest aphrodisiac.”
 “Harder,” I moan. “Fuuuuck.”
“Beg for it, Jeremiah,” he growls. “Beg me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please let me come. I’ll do anything⁠—”
“On your back,” he says as he pulls out, but before I can make a move,
he’s already flipping me over. I land on my back, crying out as the rocks dig
into my cuts. “Such a good fucking boy,” he purrs, as he jerks his length
with his bloody palm. “Look at how well you listen.”
“Give me everything you have,” I demand, as he pushes into me once
more. “All of you, Kaelin. Don’t hold back.”
Looking up at his face, the moonlight shining on it, his lips are drenched
in my blood and I watch it drip down to his chin. He bites his lower lip and
bottoms out inside me, immediately thrusting back.
“You sure?” he asks with a smirk, and I look right into his eyes and nod.
They turn black, the entirety of them, but before I can say anything, he’s
burying his face in the crook of my neck and fucking me so hard my entire
body is rocking from it. “Take it, baby.”
I moan, the little rocks digging into my back becoming unbearable, but
as if he knows how to make it better, he bites my neck hard enough to draw
blood. He seems to love it, and right now I don’t want to deny him. Even if
I am shaking as fear runs down my spine.
Spreading my legs wider, he starts to rub against my cock with his abs.
Every thrust feels like I’m going to free-fall down an impossibly tall cliff,
and my eyes roll to the back of my head. But Kaelin hovers over me with a
grin, licking his lips.
“Hit me,” he demands, and I frown, then moan embarrassingly loud
when he thrusts into my ass just the way I love. “Make it hurt, little
human.”
For once, I don’t argue. He’s already hurt me, so tit for tat and all that. I
rear my hand back and slap him, the sound ringing in the silence. My palm
stings as his head rears to the side, and when he looks back at me, his lip is
split open. It mixes with my blood, and I grin. He grins right back at me,
fucking me harder, my body shifting on the ground with every thrust.
“Such a good little fuck toy,” Kaelin moans, making my stomach flip.
“Are you my little cum slut?”
“Yours,” I groan as he hits my prostate again. “All fucking yours.”
“I know, baby,” he whispers. “Now fuck your fist and come all over
yourself so I can lick it off.”
 Kaelin’s hand wraps around my neck at the same time my hand wraps
around my cock. I speed up my hand as he all but crushes my windpipe, and
my chest burns as I get closer to my release. I stare at his face as it feels like
I’m going to die, just for cum to spurt from my cock like a faucet.
There’s a shadow behind him, growing larger and flickering with every
thrust of his hips against my ass. Something is fucking wrong, I know it,
and his eyes do that thing where they turn black again. But as I feel his cock
twitch in my ass, I don’t seem to care. I clench around him, milking his
cock, as I finish coming all over my stomach and chest. My vision becomes
blurry and white at the edges, and just as I’m about to black the fuck out, he
lets go of me.
Collapsing on top of me.
And doing exactly as he promised, licking my cum off my chest.

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t was a sunny day earlier, but then the gloom took over quickly after
nine in the morning. Once it began to rain, though, I knew it was perfect
timing to finish what I’ve started with Candace. Jeremiah and his friends
haven’t found out about Maria yet, and now they’re going to get double bad
news. That’s me killing two birds with one stone. I should probably feel a
little worse than I actually do, considering my little human is quickly
becoming my primary source of entertainment. And if there’s one thing I
hate admitting, it’s that I don’t want to give him up just yet. I want to
continue this little game we’re playing.
I can tell it’s not a game to Jeremiah. If the way he looks at me is any
indication, he’s either cum-drunk or falling in love with me. I don’t know
what makes me more excited—the possibility of getting to fuck him again,
or the possibility of breaking him beyond repair. What I do know, though, is
that he’ll let me pick. He’ll let me do whatever I want to him. It’s funny
what good sex can do to the human brain—completely alter it and fuck
everything up. Which is exactly why I don’t involve myself with humans,
definitely don’t fuck them, and absolutely don’t treat them the way I’ve
been treating him. It’s a dangerous combination, and if I’m not careful, I’ll
be just as fucked as he is.
The rain pounds onto the pavement as I walk toward the football field,
using Sam’s body to go talk to the girl, and make her feel at ease for all of
two seconds before I give her a heart attack and kill her. My shoes are
soaked from endless puddles, and I see an army of football players headed
in my direction—toward the parking lot. Looking off into the distance, I see
a blonde left behind. She’s the only woman among all of them, and they just
left her stranded. Pathetic. And here she probably thought they would
protect her.
The turf is squishy under my shoes as I step on it, making my way to
Candace slowly, as if I have all the time in the world. She may as well be
walking in slow motion from how damn unhurried she is, but it’s better this
way. Because as I look behind me, I realize that the football players are all
piling into cars and driving away.
Perfect.
“Sam?” Candace sounds confused as she stares at me, and I know it’s
because someone like Sam would never be seeking her out. Not really. Bad
boy playing with the cheerleader? Doubtful. “What are you doing here?”
There’s a moment of silence as we stare at each other, and I don’t know
if she can read something on my face, but, nevertheless, she must not like
what she sees. She begins to take steps backward, getting further and
further away from me. But I just follow her, which makes her eyes widen in
fear.
“S-Sam,” she whispers. “Please, please stop.”
I shake my head, continuing to walk toward her as her teeth begin to
chatter. She knows something is off. She just doesn’t know exactly what it
is. But she’s definitely smarter than I gave her credit for.
“Not Sam, Candi girl.” I smirk, unveiling my trueform. “Just the one
you didn’t say goodbye to.”
Candace screams, her voice breaking, and she begins to run. She’s
already so much fun in comparison to Maria. Maybe I should’ve started
with her all along, but no, Maria had to go. All of them do. In due time.
“Candi,” I sing-song. “Where are you going?”
Candace continues to run as I walk slowly behind her, and before she
can take her next step, I’m in front of her. Her eyes are wide, lips trembling,
as she tries to run past me and toward the ten yard line. It only serves to
heighten my anticipation, and I grin as I pull out the knife from Sam’s
pocket and flick it open.
Yanking her by her arm, I turn her around and press the blade to the side
of her throat. She shakes her head roughly, cutting her skin open with the
motion until blood is running toward the neckline of her t-shirt.
 “Why?” she shrieks, trying to take a step back, but I’m not letting her.
“Why not?” I grin, and her eyes well up with tears. She’s pathetic—all
humans are. Which is exactly why I don’t have patience for them. But her
fear? I have all the time in the world for that.
“Why do you want to kill me?”
“Because it’s so much fun, Candace.” My grin widens, and I drag the tip
of the knife from her neck to her belly slowly, cutting her shirt open. A trail
of blood bubbles up, but it’s not deep. Just deep enough to sting. “And your
little boyfriend? Well, he’s mine now. And I’m going to keep him.”
“He would never be with you.”
I raise an eyebrow, though I can’t deny that Jeremiah is a touchy subject
for me. “He already is with me.”
“You’re lying,” she growls.
A wave of anger floods me, crashing over, and leaving me to fend for
myself. “I. Never. Lie.”
“He’s not gay,” she says pointedly.
“Never said he was.” I grab the back of her head, threading my fingers
through her hair, and yanking back to make her look up. “All I’m saying is
that he’s mine. And I’m never letting him go.”
The truth in my statement takes me by surprise, mostly because the plan
has always been to kill them off and move on. All of them, including my
little human. But now I’m wondering if that’s what I actually want. When
everything is said and done, would I really dispose of him like trash after
everything he’s given me? Or would I demand even more from him?
Something tells me he’d keep on giving me whatever I want, and that’s
enough to have me second guessing most of my plans.
But not this one.
This plan is rock solid.
Dragging the knife down lower, I press it against Candace’s abdomen
and push it in slowly, then withdraw it and stab her harder until the hilt hits
her skin. I don’t think she feels it at first, mostly because she’s so shocked
not even a whimper escapes her. But it’s when I withdraw it from her body
completely that she screams, a blood-curdling sound. Lightning strikes
across the sky, booming thunder quickly following, and the rain picks up
until I can barely make out her face.
I grin, feeling her warm blood on my fingers as it gushes out, and I stab
her again. This time she fights, punching me in the face and thrashing her
body to get my hold on her hair to slip—to no avail. I withdraw the blade,
only to slice into her once more, and then again.
Letting go of her, I take a step back, letting her stumble away from me.
The way she can barely walk brings a grin to my face, and it’s amusing
when she tries to run away from me, only to fall to the ground. She screams
again, a guttural sound, and I push her onto her back, straddling her waist.
The blood is pouring out of her now like a waterfall, and I grip the knife
harder. For the final blow, I stab her in the heart.
I don’t withdraw the blade as I feel her go limp underneath me, but I do
take it out once her heart stops beating. And then I run—faster than I ever
have—back to the car. Maybe it was a horrible idea to kill her in Sam’s
body, but I did it for fun. Now I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in
the ass. I don’t exactly want anyone to find out Sam isn’t himself. It would
take me away from Jeremiah before I’m ready to let him go.
My chest heaves as I gulp in breath after breath, pulling my shirt over
my head to clean myself up. There’s thankfully a change of clothes in the
back seat.
Good thinking, Sam.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sam hisses from inside my head, and this time I
cackle. “You can’t just steal my life! You can’t kill people as me!”
“Oh, but you’re just fine with fucking Jeremiah?” I mutter as I pull out
of the parking spot. “Haven’t complained about that once yet.”
Silence.
I grin, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I can’t tell if I’m happy that
he’s not so much of a fighter, because I don’t have to pay attention to him.
Instead, I can give my undivided attention to Jeremiah—well, almost
undivided. If you don’t count the murders of his friends.
“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” I ask Sam, driving slower so it takes
longer to get back to the dorms.
“For what?” Sam asks slowly, like he’s trying to understand what I’m
saying. As if it’s not obvious enough. “Wait—you don’t actually plan on
keeping him, do you?”
“Keep him?” I chuckle. “I’m going to own him.”
“And does that mean you’re staying with me too?” His voice is high-
pitched, and I snicker. But I stay silent—just to fuck with him. “Answer
me!”
 “Ah, ah,” I tut. “No need to get feisty, Samuel. I will stay with you for
as long as I please.”
Before he can fight some more, though, I lock him into the darkest
recesses of his own mind, effectively shutting him out. If there’s one thing I
won’t allow, it’s for him to steal the joy of this moment from me.
Two down, three more to go.
Or will it be two?
The truth of the matter is that I don’t know what I want to do with
Jeremiah—not really. I want to own him. But do I want to keep him?
Forever?
Pulling up to my parking spot, I turn the key in the ignition and grab the
clothes from the back seat. Thankfully, there’s a bottle of water in the cup
holder that I use to clean my hands, then put a clean shirt on. I know I
probably shouldn’t shove my bloody shirt into the back seat of the car, but
what other choice do I have right now?
Huffing in exasperation at how poorly I planned this, I open the door
and get out, closing the distance between the car and the building in record
speed. There are a lot of people out and about right now, milling the
hallways and throwing a football from one end to the other. I somehow
manage to dodge the ball just in time to get into the elevator, then press the
button to the fourth floor so I can get back to Jeremiah.
My sweet, innocent Jeremiah.
Right before I go to unlock the door, it opens from the other side, and
out comes Noah. My boy toy’s best friend. I narrow my eyes on his face,
but he looks distraught. It’s now that I realize that they probably just found
out about Maria. So I let him walk past me and immediately push my way
into the dorm room.
Jeremiah is sitting down in the chair right in front of the desk at the
corner of the room, his head in his hands. His shoulders are shaking, and for
once I don’t feel like strangling a human for crying. Maybe it’s because I
know he’s not weak. Or maybe it’s because now I am. I’m weak for him.
And I’m powerless to stop it. To stop myself from feeling this way for him.
After all this time, I think I’ve finally found my purpose. He’s my purpose.
And that’s dangerous—for both me and him.
“Jeremiah?” I whisper, trying not to spook him. He doesn’t move,
doesn’t even fucking breathe. He just sits there with his head in his hands.
“Baby, look at me.”
 I come to his side, placing my hand on his back and rubbing soothing
circles on it. Who the fuck even am I right now? Why the⁠—
“Can you lie down with me?” Jeremiah whispers, and right now, yes.
I’d do just about anything to keep him from sounding like this—so sad,
detached. But wasn’t this what I wanted? To break him? Piece by fucking
piece? So why then, doesn’t it feel as good as I thought it would? “Kaelin?”
A shiver rolls down my spine at the way he says my name, and I nod
quickly. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Come on.”
Slipping off my shoes, I get in bed and wait for Jeremiah to join me.
Right before he does, he turns off the light, bathing us in darkness. I’m
tempted to show myself to him now more than ever, put myself out of my
fucking misery and end this already. Cut it at the roots. Nip it in the bud.
But I can’t—and for the fucking life of me, I don’t know why.
“I think—” Jeremiah sniffles, coming to my side, the bed dipping as he
lies down with me. He clears his throat and starts over. “I think this was the
Ouija Board.”
“What was?” I whisper.
“Maria dying,” he whispers back, and I sigh.
“Come on, baby,” I tell him softly, placatingly. “You can’t actually
believe that.” Except why am I gaslighting him right now? Is it for his
benefit or is it for mine?
“You don’t understand,” Jeremiah says slowly, and I want to scream at
him that I do. That I understand everything. But I don’t. I just stay quiet.
“We didn’t say goodbye. You should always say goodbye.”
Yes, you should.
Turning my body toward him, I face him. His eyes are red and swollen,
his lips chapped. But he’s still such a fucking pretty boy. It’s a good thing
he thinks I can’t see him right now.
“My parents are dead, you know,” Jeremiah whispers, and I stiffen. “I
don’t have any family left. My friends—they’re my family.”
“You got me now, Jer,” I whisper back, eyes falling closed. I want to
slap myself—hard—for even caring this much. For putting myself in this
situation to begin with. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How can a mere human make
me feel this way? “I can be your family too.”
He nods, and this time, my eyes fly open. “You’ve got me too.”
Before I can say anything else that will compromise my integrity, I run
my fingers through his hair and kiss the tip of his nose. It’s wet and salty,
but I don’t even care as I pull him into me. And just like that, he falls asleep
on my chest. To the beat of my heart—someone else’s heart. Yet the same
heart that flutters in my chest at the feeling of his hand tightening in mine.
And yeah, just the way I thought earlier.
I’m so fucking fucked.

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haven’t left the dorm since yesterday. Finding out that Maria and
Candace are dead is really fucking with my head, and I don’t want to
chance anything. I just know in my gut that this is the Ouija board’s
doing. My friends are as scared as I am, that’s for damn sure. We don’t
exactly know what’s going on, but based on how brutal the murders of our
friends have been, it’s not farfetched to think that we fucked with something
beyond our control.
I just got done talking to Noah, who has agreed to stay in his room as
well. The only one we can’t get a hold of is Ian, which is weird because he
always answers his phone. But I’m really hoping he’ll contact one of us by
the end of the day. Which is approximately in two hours.
Kaelin has been really supportive, even letting me sleep in his bed last
night, and this time he didn’t walk out on me in the morning. It was nice,
which makes me question why I’ve never allowed myself to let anyone
sleep over with me. I’ve never slept in bed with a girl before—or a man, for
that matter—but I can’t deny it was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a very long
time. Even if it was on a twin bed.
Now here I am, waiting for some takeout Kaelin ordered for us on
DoorDash. He asked me what I wanted, that he’d order my favorite, so
we’re eating pasta. I still can’t get over the fact that he makes me call him
Kaelin now. Well, I wouldn’t say he’s making me, but it’s still weird that he
suggested it in the first place. I thought maybe it was just during sex that
first time, but it seems to have stuck, and he hasn’t corrected me. In fact,
every time I call him by that name, his eyes light up, which makes me act
crazy. Clearly. I’m doing unhinged things with him if the graveyard was any
indication.
What the hell possessed me to let him cut me up and fuck me with
blood as lube? I don’t really want to think about it—but I loved it, and that
scares the absolute shit out of me. The cuts are healing now, they still hurt,
but in the moment it felt incredible. Just like he said it would.
Sex with a man has been life changing for me, and I don’t really want to
dwell on my sexuality for too long, but if the way I’m falling hard for him
is a sign, I’m definitely bisexual. The realization doesn’t scare me as much
as I thought it would. At least, not as much as the first time we had sex. I
guess that’s what happens when you’re introduced to your prostate. Even
so, I can’t deny something with him feels off. Everything I’ve seen is weird,
starting with his eyes turning black and the shadows that seem to follow
him everywhere. I don’t know if I’m being paranoid and hallucinating this
shit, but it’s starting to freak me out. Is everything with him happening too
quickly? Is it because I’m vulnerable right now with the deaths of my
friends? Or would I still be handing myself over on a silver platter if the
circumstances were different?
I can’t deny there’s just something about him that draws me in.
Something that fucks me up and blinds me. How is he making me this
stupid? Maybe I’m misreading the situation and he doesn’t feel the same,
but I have a feeling this little infatuation is not one sided.
Is he as obsessed with me as I am with him?
I guess there’s really only one way to find out, and that’s to continue
offering myself to him. Eventually, he will give me some signal that the
feeling is mutual—which I know it has to be. Especially after last night,
when I fell asleep with my head over his heart and his fingers threading
through my hair.
We’re sitting in bed together right now, naked, after having finished yet
another round of the kinkiest sex of my life. Well, we finished an hour ago,
but we still haven’t gotten dressed. The lights are off again with only the
light in the bathroom on, and he seems to prefer it that way. But I’m not
done with him, I’m not even close to done, and I look down at his half-hard
cock and smirk. The piercing on the tip glistens with the low lighting, and
my mouth waters. What would it feel like to have it deep in my throat?
Would his cum taste as good as I think it would?
“If you want my cock in your ass again, all you have to do is ask, baby,”
Kaelin murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple.
I smirk and turn my head to look at his face, just to find him grinning
back at me. His blue eyes are dilated, and suddenly they turn completely
black. Fear rushes down my spine as he blinks at me, completely unaware
of what’s happening. My hands begin to shake, and I bite the inside of my
cheek to keep myself from jumping the fuck off this bed.
“Your eyes.” My voice trembles as I whisper. “They’re black.”
Kaelin frowns. “Must be the light.”
But that can’t be right. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it happen. In fact,
I saw it yesterday when he was fucking me. I saw it a few days ago too.
There has to be a different reason—“What the fuck are you?”
Kaelin’s frown deepens. “Baby—” he sighs. “Are you okay? You seem
to be a little on edge.”
This time, I frown, because he never answers the fucking question.
He suddenly straddles me, cupping my face and kissing me slowly. His
tongue teases the seam of my lips, requesting entry, and I grant it to him.
It’s a sweet kiss, so unlike him that it takes my breath away. My heart
pounds in my chest, the sound whooshing in my ears as he thrusts his
tongue between my lips, tangling it with mine softly. He strokes it
languidly, as if we have all the time in the world for this.
Kaelin moans when I suck on his tongue roughly, and the kiss turns
heated quickly. He rubs his ass on my cock. The friction makes my eyes roll
to the back of my head. What the hell is he doing to me?
“Kaelin—” I moan, gripping his hips and rubbing against him harder,
faster. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”
“So come,” he mutters against my lips, increasing his pace until I’m
panting. “Give it to me.”
“No,” I groan, halting his hips. “I want inside you.”
Kaelin freezes, pulling away to look at my face. He searches my eyes
for something. I don’t know what, before he nods slowly. “If that’s what
you want.”
My hands begin to tremble, because the truth is, I don’t know what the
fuck I’m doing. I would probably suck at it, now that I think about it. I
didn’t even know what a prostate was until he introduced me to it, and I
know for a damn fact I won’t be able to find his⁠—
But Kaelin is already ahead of me, uncapping the bottle of lube and
prepping himself. His hand goes behind him to thrust into his ass, stretching
himself for me. And by the time he slathers my cock with lube, I’m so
keyed up I feel like I’m not going to last at all. He presses my cock to his
entrance, and I frown.
“You sure you’re prepped enough?” I ask him softly. “You feel so
tight.”
“I like the pain,” he groans as he bears down on me, trying to take me
deeper into his ass.
The velvety softness of him has a gasp getting stuck in my throat, and
my toes curl the deeper my cock gets into him. His tight warmth envelops
me, squeezing my cock like a vise, and my hands grip his hips as I hold on
for dear fucking life. I have no idea how I’m going to survive this.
“That’s it, Kaelin,” I murmur as he takes me all the way to the hilt, and
bounces on it immediately, not even giving himself time to adjust. “Just
look at you, so fucking mine.”
“You’re mine,” Kaelin growls, leaning in to take my bottom lip between
his teeth and tugging it roughly. “You were made for me.”
I can’t look away as he goes up and down on my cock, gripping me like
I’ll fly away from him. My hands on his hips tighten until I know I’m going
to bruise him, and he moans, grinding himself on me. My eyes threaten to
close, but I can’t stop staring at his face as he uses me for his own pleasure.
His lips part with soft groans as he takes us both closer to the edge,
promising ecstasy with every bounce of his body over mine.
“Come all over me, Kaelin,” I plead. “Give me your cum.”
“How bad do you want it, little human?”
My toes curl as he grinds on me again, throwing his head back in
pleasure, lips parted, soft pants coming from him. “I’ll die without it,” I
whisper.
He grins, looking down at me once more, looking like he’s in pain as he
keeps himself from finishing. “Then grab my cock and make me come.”
Kaelin speeds up, fucking himself on me at a pace that seems inhuman,
and I close my eyes to the feeling enveloping my body. I grab his thick,
long cock, jacking it as fast as I can, and he moans so loudly my stomach
flips. My spine tingles the faster and harder he bounces on my cock. The
bed creaks loudly as he brings me closer to the edge, and suddenly my balls
draw up.
“You’ve fucking ruined me,” Kaelin growls as he bounces on my cock
even harder, my legs beginning to shake. “Ruined me for everyone else.”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I moan, my cock beginning to leak cum into his body.
I dig my nails into his hips, knowing damn well I’m drawing blood. But I’m
powerless to stop it as pleasure drowns me, crashing over me in waves that
tangle me up and don’t spit me out. “Please⁠—”
I blink and see a shadow behind Kaelin, a tail, a face with horns. I
stiffen in fear, and close my eyes, but when I open them again, it’s gone.
Kaelin stares back at me, his deep blue eyes focused on my face, and I
shake my head quickly, as if it will help me remove the weird image from
my mind.
Suddenly, there’s a booming sound as the headboard breaks, splitting
down the middle where my back is against it. The lights in the bathroom
flicker, then go completely out just as Kaelin’s cock throbs in my hand,
spurting cum all over my chest and abs—all the way up to my chin. As soon
as he’s done, the lights turn back on.
There’s an eerie feeling in the room, and the hairs on my arms stand on
end. My body is covered in goosebumps, and when I look at Kaelin, his
head is thrown back as he breathes hard.
“Fuck.” Kaelin breathes. “That was⁠—”
Weird.
Amazing.
Scary.
Kaelin leans into me, kissing the tip of my nose, then my lips. “You
fuck me up,” he groans, tracing his cum on my chest and bringing his
fingers to my lips. I part them, licking his fingers immediately and moaning
at the taste.
“I know, baby,” I say as he withdraws his fingers. “You fuck me up
too.”
He leans in for another kiss, making my stomach flutter and my heart
squeeze in my chest, and I know he’s not far off from how he makes me
feel.
And that weird feeling in the room? It only grows. Because now it’s
freezing here, the temperature drop taking me back to that night in Maria’s
room, when the balcony doors flew open and the temperature decreased. I
know something isn’t right.
I just can’t figure out what it is.

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aiting for football players to exit the locker room is testing my
patience, but hoping for Ian to stay behind is proving to piss me off.
He’s just about to leave when I get lucky and he heads back to his
locker, telling Noah and Jeremiah that he forgot something.
Speaking of my little human, he has been extra clingy since I rode him
within an inch of his life yesterday. But I can also tell he suspects
something is wrong with me, and that just won’t do. I don’t want to control
him—I want him to be with me of his own free will—and I don’t even
know why. It’s unexplainable, this obsession I suddenly feel for him—and I
don’t have a choice in it. The truth is that I want to keep him. By my side—
forever. That means I have to keep Sam as well. I don’t know what to do
with these feelings, especially since I should not be feeling this way to
begin with. I should be focusing on finishing him. Ending this once and for
all.
A recent development—Sam is starting to fight me more and more now.
He doesn’t want me to have control over his body anymore, and he’s
coming through more often than not. He’s seemingly done with what I’m
doing with Jeremiah, and every time I kill one of his friends off, he comes
back stronger. I thought his silence was annoying at first, but no, him
growing a pair is really putting a damper on my plans. It’s only a matter of
time before he drives me crazy, and I have to figure out how to keep him in
check and kick him out to the darkest parts of his mind, where he will leave
me alone. If there’s one thing I won’t allow, it’s for him to take Jeremiah
away from me.
Ian opens his locker, grabbing something from inside of it, and then
slamming it shut. Before he can turn around, the lights flicker. On and off
they go, until I’m sure they could give him a seizure, and then the room
goes pitch black. There’s a moment of silence when all I hear is his
breathing, the rough panting making me grin. The drip, drip, drip of a faucet
in the background is amplified, and he takes a step backward until he runs
into the lockers.
“Hello?” he whispers, and the lights flicker again. “Is anyone there?”
I’m crawling on the ceiling and I let myself be as noisy as possible. My
hooves click on it, alerting him of my presence, and his eyes widen when
they lock on my black ones. He doesn’t scream, just closes his eyes and
counts to ten. It slows down his heart rate, and I realize he must have dealt
with some type of spirit before. Maybe a haunted house at some point.
Maybe something else. Nevertheless, it’s unacceptable.
I crab walk toward him, slowly spinning my head a complete one
hundred and eighty degrees to stare straight into his soul. This time, he
screams when I get close enough to him. His fear is palpable. I can taste it
on my tongue, and it’s sweeter than any pastry I’ve ever had. Not sweeter
than my Jeremiah, though, but he’ll suffice.
“Run,” I growl in his ear, and he doesn’t even think about it.
He does as I say, running toward the showers as fast as he can. Which is
pretty damn fast, but not more than me. Silly boy is going in the wrong
direction, but who am I to judge him right now? I enjoy playing with my
prey, though, so before he can get too far, I slice his Achilles tendon with
my knife.
The scream he lets out brings a grin to my lips, his body quickly falling
to the ground. I go after him slowly, and he scoots away, dragging his
injured leg. But I move my arm and freeze him in place, putting him into a
state of paralysis. For some reason, I’m suddenly desperate to get back to
the dorms. Enough that I want to finish this quickly and be done with it
already.
“Please don’t do this,” he begs in a whisper. “I have a family—they’ll
mi⁠—”
“Miss you?” I finish for him, chuckling. “Doesn’t everyone?”
 “No,” he replies, fear burning in his eyes. “Jeremiah doesn’t. Choose
him instead. Spare me.”
I freeze, narrowing my eyes and crouching down to look at him closely.
He seems serious, which only serves to piss me off further. How dare he
throw his friend under the bus like that? How dare he suggest Jeremiah has
no one? That no one will miss him? I would fucking miss him. He has me.
Whatever he sees on my face must scare him further though, because
the stench of urine permeating the air is suddenly strong. His teeth chatter
as he trembles, and he closes his eyes. Tears stream down his face in
rivulets, and I smirk.
“So you’re just going to offer up your friend?” I ask him through gritted
teeth.
“N-n-no.” He shakes his head quickly, opening his eyes to look into
mine. “I’m just being honest.”
“Jeremiah is mine,” I say simply. “Mine to keep. So he won’t be dying
today—or any fucking day.”
Before he can reply, I grab the baseball bat from the corner of the room
where I put it, and smash his knees with it. He screams, throwing his head
back in pain as tears trail down his face. But I’m gone, anger flowing
through my veins at his audacity. His elbows are next, and I hear a
sickening crunch as I break them. He stops screaming, beginning to go in
and out of consciousness. So I do the only sensible thing and smash his
sternum with the baseball bat, effectively breaking it. He screams again, but
before he can blink, I reach into him and rip out his heart. There’s blood
everywhere, a pool of it on the white tile, and I grin.
This is exactly what I needed.
I throw his heart on the ground next to him and spit on his face; the
anger subsiding. And now, with him out of the picture, Jeremiah is safe. He
doesn’t need a friend like that, anyway. Not when he was so willing to offer
him up like a pig for slaughter. Besides, he has me now, and I’ll always
protect him. Whether that’s from himself, from others, or from me.
From now, and for always.
I t’sprettybeenfreaked
one day since he found out about Ian dying, and Jeremiah is
out. He won’t leave the dorm at all, for fear that he’ll be
next. If he only knew that he’s sleeping with the enemy—quite literally in
the same bed every single night. But I convinced him to come to the library
with me under the guise that I have a project to take care of, when really I
just wanted out of that fucking room desperately.
I don’t know what Jeremiah and I are to each other anymore. I guess if I
were human, I’d claim him as my boyfriend. But since I’m not, I’m just
claiming him as mine. Either way, he doesn’t seem to care about labels, at
least he hasn’t shown that he does, and I think it’s better this way. At least
for now, until his friends are all dead, and we can move on from them.
I’ve given it a lot of thought, and now that there’s only Noah and
Jeremiah left, I know for a fact I don’t want to kill him. Jeremiah has
become an integral part of my life lately, and to cut him off would be like
severing a limb. It’s not something I’ll willingly put myself through. Which
is why⁠—
“What are you thinking about?” Jeremiah asks me, breaking through my
thoughts. “You’re blinking really fast.”
I frown. “I am?”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “You’ve been doing some weird shit lately.”
I go back to reading my economics textbook, the one that was most
readily available on the desk in the dorm room. Jeremiah, on the other hand,
is not even pretending to study. He’s just playing around on his phone,
which has anger bubbling inside of me. I want all his attention on me.
Always.
Looking around, I notice there’s no one in this library besides us. It’s
eight on a Friday night, which means most of the campus is at a party, not
stuck in a library studying for a fake exam, or doing a fake project. The
librarian is also nowhere to be seen, but I could keep her away if I wish to
do so.
“Come on,” I murmur, closing the textbook and grabbing Jeremiah’s
hand.
“Where are we going?” he gasps when I haul him up and out of the
chair with ease, and I try to remember to dial it back on the strength.
“Kaelin?”
“We are going over there.” I point toward a stack of books in the
furthest part of the library, away from prying eyes. “I need to look for a
book.”
“So look for it,” Jer says with annoyance, trying to take his hand out of
mine. “I’ll wait for you here.”
I narrow my eyes on him, suddenly angry at the way he’s snapping at
me. I know it’s not his fault he’s in a bad mood—it’s technically mine. But
they’re just mere humans. He can get over them dying. He has me now.
The excuse I gave him was just to get him in a more secluded area to
fuck him, but now I don’t give a damn who sees us. And I’m going to take
him right fucking here.
“Get on your knees,” I whisper, and Jeremiah rears back, confused.
“Now, Jer.”
“For what?”
With one hand on his shoulder, I push him down onto his knees in front
of me. He whimpers when they meet the ground, and the sound goes
straight to my cock. “You’re gonna be a good boy and suck my cock,” I
whisper, and he swallows hard. “Now lower my pants.”
“The librarian⁠—”
“She’s busy.” I wink, looking around, knowing I’m keeping her
otherwise occupied downstairs as I hear her muffled scream. “We’ll make
this quick.”
“What was that?” Jer asks, his voice trembling.
“Shhh, baby.” I soothe. “Just pay attention to me right now.”
With deft fingers, Jeremiah unbuttons my jeans and shoves them down
my legs, along with my boxer briefs. He’s suddenly eager, and I can smell
his arousal, taste it on my tongue. It’s heady, and if I had less self-control, I
would’ve snapped by now.
He wraps his hand around my bare cock, stroking slowly, and licks the
tip of it where the piercing glistens in the low lighting. My hand wraps
around the back of his head, and I yank it back by the strands of his hair.
His low whimper brings a groan out from deep within me, and I lean down
toward his face.
“Open your mouth,” I whisper against his lips. Jeremiah tilts his head
back further, opening his mouth, and I spit between his lips. The sight of my
saliva in his mouth makes my cock thicken to a painful degree, and my
hand tightens on the back of his head. “Make it wet, baby.”
His eyes widen, clearly surprised about what I just did, and I smirk. It
feels like he should be used to this by now, but he’s still ever so goddamn
innocent, my little Jeremiah.
“Suck my cock, Jeremiah,” I hum, and he opens his mouth and wraps
his lips around me. He bobs up and down slightly, clearly not knowing what
he’s doing, and I grab his head with both hands gently. “Relax your jaw,
baby.”
Jeremiah relaxes his jaw, allowing me to go deeper, until my cock meets
resistance at the back of his throat. And wow—he doesn’t even have a gag
reflex. It’s like he was made to suck my cock. I take full advantage of this
by pulling back and thrusting forward once more, burying myself deep into
his throat all over again. He hollows his cheeks on the way out of his tight
heat, and by the time I thrust back in, there are tears trailing down his face.
I brush a tear away from his cheek, bringing my thumb to my mouth
and sucking on it, tasting the salty liquid. His eyes widen, and more tears
trail down his face—which makes my cock harden impossibly more until
it’s throbbing between his lips, aching for a release only he can give me.
And this right here might just be the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done,
because I’ve realized I can’t resist this little human anymore. He might have
started out as a toy, but now I’m thinking he’s the one playing me. But it
doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t resist him, and I’m not even going to try.
I look down at him, his full, pink lips wrapped around my cock. His
wide green eyes are blurry and wet. The blush on his cheeks. The way his
nostrils flare as I hit the back of his throat. It’s pure ecstasy, having him this
way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Jeremiah on his knees would
tempt anyone to sin, and I’m no fucking saint.
“Get up, Jeremiah,” I tell him softly. “Hands on the table and bend
over.”
“W-what are we doing?” he asks as he pulls away from me, and I help
him up by his arm, turning him around and making him place his hands on
the table.
Jeremiah listens so fucking well—as always—and bends over slightly,
sticking his ass out for me. I hook my thumbs into his sweats and lower
them to his ankles, noticing he’s not even wearing anything underneath. I
chuckle, bringing my palm to his ass, swatting him roughly. He whimpers,
and my nostrils flare at the sound, wanting to be buried deep inside of him
as soon as possible.
Now.
 “Sloppiest blow job ever, baby.” I smirk, bending over to take a lube
packet out of my jeans, then straighten back up. “Now you just need to
come fast so we don’t get caught.”
We’re not, I’ve made sure of that, but it’s still thrilling to feel like we
might. So I let Jeremiah live in the fantasy as I press two wet fingers to his
hole, eliciting a hiss from him. He bears down on me, letting me in, and I
don’t take it easy on him this time by inserting one at a time. No, this time
I’m rough as I insert both fingers, pumping into him fast and hard. He
moans when I crook them, and I know he’s ready. There’s a low growling
sound in the background that has Jeremiah tensing. But I just draw his
attention back to me by crooking my digits once more, brushing against his
prostate.
Without warning, I withdraw my fingers and press my now lubed cock
to his entrance, bottoming out within one rough thrust. Jeremiah groans
deeply. I know it probably hurt, but I’m past giving a fuck. I want to own
him—now.
Draping my body over his back, I lick my hand and reach between his
body and the table, grabbing his cock and jerking it roughly. My thrusts are
frenzied, and the way his ass clenches around my cock has my eyes
crossing. There's just something about him I can’t figure out. Something
that has me acting irrationally, on impulse. And I can’t stop my damn self.
Pulling back, I thrust back into him at an angle, and he shouts. “That’s
it, baby, you like that?” I groan against his ear. So I do it again, and he cries
out, his whimpers and moans making my balls draw into my body and
fucking ache. “Look how hard you are, and all for me. Only me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he moans, and I go harder, deeper, faster. Pegging his
prostate on every thrust. He’s so fucking vocal I want to come on the spot,
but I want to make him come more, so I hold on for dear fucking life. “Oh,
fuck, I think I love you.”
My stomach flips at those words, my heart clenching in my chest.
“That’s because you do, little human.” I growl. “There’s not one part of you
that I don’t own.”
“Please—” Jeremiah breathes, fucking me back. I switch my hand for
my tail, jacking him off roughly. He doesn’t even notice. “Fill me up,
Kaelin. Mark me.”
I smirk. “You want my cum in your ass, little human?”
“Always.”
 “That’s a long fucking time, Jeremiah.” I double my efforts on his cock,
jerking him faster, thrusting into him faster. “Hope you mean it.”
“Oh, God,” he moans.
“Not God, little human,” I whisper against his ear, and now the entire
table shakes as I fuck into him as hard as I dare. “Just me.”
His ass clenches and flutters around me, and my body quivers. Just as
my orgasm hits me like a freight-train, I feel his cock throb. His warm,
sticky cum is all over my tail, running down it, and I’m pretty sure it’s all
over the table too. But right now, as I come deep in his ass, I don’t really
care about how messy we are. Like I already said—dangerous. He’s got me
wrapped around his finger. And now I don’t know how to untangle myself.
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hree of my friends are dead.
They. Are. Dead.
No one can convince me that it’s not because of that damn Ouija
board, no matter how much Kaelin argues about how unrealistic it sounds.
He has been talking about it nonstop for the past fifteen minutes as we light
a candle in front of the Phi Mu House.
“Could you maybe shut up?” Noah snaps at Kaelin, and my boy stiffens
visibly, which makes me feel on edge. Yeah, it’s been a little annoying to
have Kaelin not believe me about the game we were playing in Maria’s
room, but he wasn’t there. Can I really blame him for being skeptical? “You
weren’t there.”
Kaelin’s eyes narrow on Noah’s face, and I sigh. If I don’t intervene
now, they’re going to go at each other’s throats. “Baby,” I whisper against
Kaelin’s ear. “It’s okay. Don’t pay attention to him.”
His eyes slide to my face, and his jaw visibly tics. But he keeps his
composure, and I give him a solid A plus for effort, which earns him a kiss.
Pressing my lips to his softly, I close my eyes and grab the back of his head
to angle his face. His tongue slips past the seam of my lips, and he strokes
mine along with his.
“Are y’all done mauling each other?” Noah snaps, pulling me away
from Kaelin, which only pisses him off even more. “Or are we here for the
friends we lost?”
 “Don’t be a dick,” Kaelin sighs, and Noah’s eyes widen. He looks even
more annoyed now than he did a moment ago, and I’m hoping they don’t
fight because I don’t know who would win. And quite honestly, I don’t
think I’ll be on Noah’s side this time.
“Just how cum-drunk are you, Jer?” Noah asks through gritted teeth.
“He fucks you a couple of times and you choose him over your friends?”
“Would you relax?” I whisper loudly to Noah, Kaelin moving to stand
behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his forehead onto
my shoulder. “I’m not choosing anyone.”
“Yeah, Jer,” Kaelin whispers in my ear, biting the lobe softly. “Choose
between us.” There’s a growling sound over my shoulder, and when I look
it’s just Kaelin staring back at me.
I sigh, untangling myself from Kaelin’s embrace, and walk away. I
came here because it was the right thing to do for our friends, but now that
I’ve lit the stupid candle at the vigil that won’t bring them back, I’m feeling
quite done with their bickering. They can keep going at it for all I care, as
long as I’m not in their vicinity.
I almost trip on the hundreds of bouquets of flowers on the ground and
groan. I want to go back to bed. I don’t want to be out anywhere public
right now, not that it would matter if it’s my turn to die. Then again, the
only one who died in the privacy of her home was Maria. So maybe if I stay
in the dorms, I’m safe. Maybe⁠—
“Where are we going?” Kaelin asks me, slipping his hand into mine.
There’s a smile on his full lips, and my stomach flutters when his deep blue
eyes shine as he looks at me. “Baby?”
“Home.” I shrug. “I don’t want to be around people right now.”
Kaelin’s hand tightens around mine, squeezing once. “Whatever you
want.”
Ten minutes later we’re finally back in our room, Kaelin sitting on his
bed staring at me. He pats the empty spot next to him, and I smile, settling
in beside him. Our backs are against the wall, seeing as his headboard broke
in half, and our shoulders are brushing against each other as we stare
straight ahead. Maybe I’m being too codependent on him. I realize that’s a
very big possibility, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. In fact, it feels like he
encourages it. He wants to be near me all the time. With me.
“I think—” I breathe in deeply. Maybe if I say it slowly, he won’t freak
out. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
 “What?” Kaelin frowns, “No. I don’t…do you?”
I shake my head. “It sounds really stupid—” I gulp. “I think we’re going
at just the right speed.”
“Stupid how?” He looks at me, blue eyes searching my face.
“Well…” I sigh, “I just didn’t expect to end up here with you. Ever—
we’ve barely even looked at each other since the semester started.”
“Do you regret it?” he asks softly, and I shake my head quickly.
“No, Kae.” I shorten his name, and his lips part as he stares at me. “I’m
yours and you’re mine—and there’s not one moment that I regret between
us. What we have is something I’ve never experienced before, and I’ll be
damned if I let anyone take you away from me.”
His lips pull up into a genuine smile, one that reaches his gorgeous blue
eyes. “I’m so fucked when it comes to you, you know that?”
“Fucked how?” I smirk.
“I’m a fucking fool for you, Jeremiah.” Kaelin gazes into my eyes,
leaning into me and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Can’t you see that?”
Instead of replying, I kiss him harder. Our lips mold, and he sucks on
my bottom one slowly. This time we’re unhurried. Hands roaming, lips
kissing, tongues tasting as we reacquaint our bodies. Kaelin slides down on
the bed, lying down all the way, and I get between his legs. It’s been a long
day, and the only way I want to spend the rest of it is with him in my arms.
Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I inhale his vanilla scent
deep into my lungs and kiss him there. He chuckles, wrapping his legs
around my waist, and hugs me to him. But I go back to his lips, seeking that
connection, loving the way he returns my feverish kisses. There’s a noise
coming from him, and he goes limp in my arms. I frown, pulling away, just
to see him shaking his head.
“Kaelin?” I ask slowly, softly, looking at his blank eyes staring up at the
ceiling. “Hey, are you okay?”
Kaelin is saying something, but no sound is coming out. I read his lips,
but surely I’m wrong—surely he can’t be saying⁠—
“Help me, Jeremiah,” Kaelin chokes out. “This isn’t me.”
I frown, trying to understand what he means, when he shakes his head
as if he’s clearing it. Then chokes himself. He turns red, then purple, then
blue. I practically fly off the bed, falling on my ass as I try to desperately
get away from him. I know I should be trying to help him, but the way he’s
acting is strange and it just feels…weird.
 My breathing is ragged as I get up from the floor, watching as Kaelin’s
body contorts, his back bowing at an unnatural angle. My eyes almost bug
out of my head as I shake it, trying to rid myself of the image of him bent
like that, but I can’t unsee it. Because it’s happening right in front of my
eyes. Right fucking now.
“R-r-run,” Kaelin whispers, and the sound sends a shiver crawling down
my spine. I don’t dare move. I don’t even fucking breathe. “Run, and don’t
let me catch you.”
But I still don’t move. Instead, I stare.
“I will never let him go, Sam,” Kaelin growls. “So stop fucking fighting
me–Jeremiah is mine.”
There’s something inside of me that wants me to stay anyway, even
through the fear. Some irrational part of my brain tells me that this is Kaelin
—my Kaelin. That he would never hurt me. That he’d never do anything to
jeopardize what we have. But the other part of me, the more rational part,
has me gripping the doorknob within seconds and rushing out of the room.
I’m not one to run without a final destination in mind, so I’m not
surprised in the least when I end up in front of Noah’s door, which is
exactly two floors above from where I live.
Slamming my fist on the door, I knock over and over. It’s possible he’s
not even home considering we were just at the vigil, but I have to try
because I left his key back in my room and there’s no way in fucking hell
I’m going back for it.
“Noah!” I growl. “Open the fucking door!”
The door opens suddenly, and a very stunned Noah is standing on the
other side of it. He lets me in, slamming the door shut and immediately
locking it. Except when I walk into the room, the first thing I see is the
Ouija board—right on the fucking bed.
No.
No. No. No.
No.
“What the fuck is this?” I mutter, looking up at him. His brown eyes
widen, and I shake my head. “Noah—what the fuck is this?”
“We’re next.”
Two words shouldn’t send me over the edge, but as I recall what just
happened in my own room, I run to the toilet and expel the contents of my
stomach into it. My chest heaves as I wipe my mouth with the back of my
hand, and I close my eyes. There’s thunder booming in the background and
I tense, my hands beginning to tremble. I don’t know where I go from here,
or what I’m doing to stay alive, but I think it’s imperative that Noah and I
don’t leave this room again for the time being.
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he room is dark, save for a night light in the corner. Jeremiah and
Noah are sound asleep in the same bed, and jealousy is a green little
fucker. My hands shake as I watch from the shadows, my nostrils
flaring with the anger that’s crawling through my body like little spiders
over my skin. It feels like they’re biting me over and over, injecting me
with their venom. There’s no way in hell I’m standing in this corner for a
moment longer to watch as my boy sleeps with someone else.
Did they fuck?
Did he betray me?
Sam fought me earlier, and I lost control of him for a moment. The
slightest blip in his existence, yet long enough to have Jeremiah running for
the hills. Will he come back? Does he care for me enough to look past that?
Or is he terrified of me forever now? I guess there’s only one way to find
out. But if he thinks I’m just going to give him up, he’s got another thing
coming. I’m not going anywhere.
Now here I am, about to string Noah up and kill him, and I’m going to
enjoy every fucking second of it. I didn’t have anything against the guy
until the vigil. I was going to kill him on principle alone, but now it’s
personal. He messed with me, even if it was unknowingly, and now he’s
going to pay for it.
I could tell he had something against Sam from the moment he saw me
and Jeremiah together. He acted crazy when we started kissing. Maybe it
was him being a best friend and worried over Jeremiah, but it still pissed me
off. One thing is for sure—tonight, I’m getting him out of the way.
Moving out of my place in the corner, I let my mist carry me over the
bed and on top of Noah. I don’t quite touch him, just hover over him. He
stirs, probably from the change in temperature, and I grin. At least Jeremiah
and him are not cuddling, otherwise I’d make this so much worse for him.
As it stands, I’m going to make him hurt, anyway. Mostly because I’m
angry. Angry enough to kill him in front of my little human, and that’s
probably going to come back and bite me in the ass. After tonight, I’m sure
Jeremiah will want nothing to do with me. Still, I can’t dwell on it for too
long.
Putting pressure on Noah’s chest, he gasps, his eyes fluttering open. He
doesn’t see me at first, as I don’t make myself visible to him, but he feels
me. I can tell he knows exactly what’s happening by the way I can hear his
heart pounding in my ears. I can taste his fear like the sweetest candy, and I
chuckle. He stiffens at the sound, beginning to fight me.
This is going to be fucking fun.
His legs thrash on the bed, and I let him be a noisy little fucker as I
suffocate him with some of my weight. He claws at empty air, not able to
touch me, and I let up enough to let him speak.
“Jer,” he chokes out, and I chuckle again. “Jeremiah!” He screams, and
my little human bolts up in bed.
Noah is still thrashing on the bed, and Jeremiah turns on the bedside
lamp. This time, when he looks around the room, I go back to the corner,
letting him see me. Noah sits upright, holding his chest as it heaves,
coughing. His face is the brightest shade of purple, and when I look over at
Jeremiah, he’s frozen.
“Kaelin?” he whispers, and I could go up to him and kiss him. My
sweet, smart, innocent boy. But I don’t. I stay rooted in place, letting him
take me in. “Are you here to kill him?”
I cock my head to the side. “Would it matter if I was? It’s not like
you⁠—”
“Please don’t do this,” Noah begs. “I didn’t even want to be in that
stupid fucking room. I didn’t even⁠—”
“Quiet,” I growl, looking over at him. He’s pale, his lips blue, and I
narrow my eyes on him. But Jeremiah steals my attention once more.
 “Baby,” he whispers, and Noah looks at him like he’s insane—which
only makes me smirk. I guess he must be catching on, because he looks
terrified now. Like he’s going to be sick. Which he suddenly is, throwing up
all over the bed. Jeremiah jumps off it, going to the other side of the room.
“Kaelin, please, don’t do this.”
“Do what, little human?” I ask curiously, wanting to know what he
thinks I have in mind.
“Don’t kill us,” he whispers, and I tense. “I—I told you I love you.”
“It was the heat of the moment, Jeremiah,” I sigh, taking a step toward
him. To his credit, he doesn’t even move. Doesn’t take a step back. Doesn’t
even breathe. “I know better.”
“It wasn’t the heat of the goddamned moment,” he growls, and I narrow
my eyes at him. Irritation courses through me at full speed, and my fists
clench at my sides. “You and I have something—don’t fucking deny it.”
“And what?” I chuckle. “You’re going to manipulate me with it?”
Jeremiah shrugs, smirking. “Nah.” He shakes his head. “I’m just going
to keep reminding you of it.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Jer,” I tell him, lying to his damn face. The
truth is, it will never stop mattering to me. But I can’t let it stop me either.
“What’s done is done.”
“But it’s not done,” he growls, his face suddenly an angry shade of red.
His hands shake at his sides, but he’s not scared. No—he’s pissed. “You and
I aren’t done.”
I frown. “But you ran away⁠—”
“Can you really blame me?” he asks through gritted teeth. “You fucking
scared me, Kaelin!”
“What the fuck?” Noah asks quietly, “What’s happening right now?”
“I said be quiet,” I snarl, the temperature in the room decreasing by ten
degrees. Jeremiah’s teeth chatter violently, and Noah whimpers. “I’m not
going to tell you again, Noah Skyes.”
He nods, lying down and putting the soiled covers over his head. When
I look back at Jeremiah, he has his eyes narrowed on me. Clearly still angry,
even though he can’t help the way his body trembles from the cold. I let up,
warming up the room to a comfortable temperature once more.
Jeremiah’s eyes trace up and down my body, but he doesn’t look scared,
just intrigued. “Kae⁠—”
 A knock at the door startles Jeremiah, making him jump, and I growl.
His eyes turn toward me once more, and this time he shakes a little from
fear, but I don’t want to scare him. So I take a step back away from him and
raise my hands in defeat. He seems appeased by this, instantly relaxing. But
I can’t relax, not when I know Sam is on the other side of that door.
“Who’s at the door, Kaelin?” Jeremiah asks as the knocking becomes
more desperate, his fists now pounding on the door.
“Sam,” I reply softly, looking between Jeremiah and Noah. The latter is
shaking on the bed, sobbing violently. “I wouldn’t—” I trail off as Jeremiah
gets closer to the door, clearly about to open it. His hand wraps around the
knob, and I growl again. “If you leave this room,” I say through gritted
teeth, “You’re dead to me, Jeremiah.”
“I’m not leaving,” Jeremiah sighs, looking at me over his shoulder. “I’m
opening the door.”
“Don’t you fucking dare⁠—”
“If I don’t, he’ll wake up the whole damn floor,” Jer replies with
exasperation. “If he hasn’t already.”
I nod. “Fine.”
Jeremiah opens the door for Sam, letting him in and shutting it quietly
behind him—locking it for good measure. Samuel doesn’t see me at first,
instead turning toward Jeremiah and going on a rant about how he was
possessed. Jer watches him impassively, as if he’s completely uninterested
in what he’s saying. Which piques my curiosity. Does he not care about
Samuel? Does he care more about me?
“Shut up, Sam,” Jeremiah snaps, getting closer to him until he grabs
Sam by his shirt, getting in his face. “I know all about it—now shut up and
sit down over there.”
Sam blanches, bolting toward the door. But Jeremiah doesn’t let him,
grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the chair. I hold Sam in place
once he’s seated, not letting him move or speak. His eyes widen as he looks
at me, clearly terrified. When I come to his side, he looks like he’s about to
pass out. The knife in the nightstand drawer is in my hand now, and I press
it to Sam’s throat, ready to cut him open⁠—
Jeremiah cries out, shaking his head. I cock my head to the side, looking
between Sam and my little human, waiting for him to speak.
“Don’t you dare fucking kill him,” he whispers, trembling with anger. I
can taste it on my tongue, and I raise an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t even
look scared of me. “He’s ours.”
“Ours?” I smirk. “What the fuck does that even mean, Jeremiah?”
Jeremiah swallows hard. “Spare them and I’ll bind myself to you
forever.” My eyebrows raise, and he takes a tentative step toward me. “I’ll
be with you. But we need him. You have to—” He looks toward Sam, who
is now fighting my hold, bucking in his chair. “You have to keep him.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re mine,” he growls. “And I‘m asking you to keep a
human so we can be together.”
“And why him?”
Jeremiah shrugs. “I guess I like how he looks.”
“Just a bit shallow, don’t you think?” I chuckle, though I can’t deny it’s
a tempting offer.
“Hey, you’re the one who made me fall in love with him.” He shrugs,
and now I’m angry.
With his next breath, I’m in front of him. “I made you fall in love with
me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to keep me, Kaelin,” Jer says through
gritted teeth. “Now you can.”
“Forever?” I ask, intrigued by his offer. Sam is now trying to shout, and
I tighten my hold on him without even moving.
“Until I die.”
“I won’t let you.” I grin. “If you do this, you’ll live with me forever.”
“Then forever it is.”
Getting closer to him, I look down at his body. He’s not trembling, not
scared. His voice is steady with determination, and when I finally reach
him, he looks into my eyes. My hand reaches toward his face, and he stays
still for me, letting my knuckles brush over his cheekbone. He closes his
eyes and bites his lip, and I want to fucking do it for him. But instead, I lick
his face with my forked tongue, tasting him. His eyes open as he gasps, but
he doesn’t recoil. Instead, his eyes blaze with uncontained lust.
This human is going to be the death of me.
My ruin.
My fucking undoing.
I nod, grinning. “I accept your terms, little human.” He nods quickly
too, a smile taking over his face. “I’ll let them live.”
And then, without preamble, I go back into Sam’s body.
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he air is cold in the mausoleum as I pace back and forth, wondering
how the hell I went from being a boring college student to this. Never
in a million years would I have imagined that I’d be binding myself to
a demon for all of eternity—willingly, too. Also, I could have never
imagined myself playing with a Ouija board, but here we are.
Kaelin is back in Sam’s body—exactly where he belongs—arranging
this little ritual. It’s the new moon, according to him, which is apparently
perfect timing for this. Our clothes are already off as he arranges the bones
of the dead he dug up for this exact reason, laying them out into a circle,
and I just stand here and observe him.
His black hair falls over his face as he looks up at the ceiling, closing
his eyes and lifting his hands. With a flick of his fingers, the candles light
themselves up, and I flinch. His eyes immediately come to me, turning from
coal black back to blue, just to turn completely black again. It’s eerie, the
way he carries himself now that I know what he is, but also not. It’s as if
I’ve known all along. I saw the signs. I think I just chose to ignore them.
I look around at the bones carefully placed on the concrete, at the four
white pillar candles—each one placed at the cardinal points, as he explained
—and the knife that is now in his hand. I should be freaking out right about
now, but all I feel is peace. All I want is him.
Licking my lips, I look down at his body. He’s a fucking work of art.
From his capped shoulders to his sculpted chest, to his abs, to the Adonis
belt that makes my mouth water. Then his thick, long cock that all but
brings me to my damn knees. He’s perfect—too perfect. One wrong move
from me and I could lose him, lose everything. And I’ll be damned if I let
that happen.
The candles flicker as his cock thickens right in front of my eyes, and
this time my eyes snap back up to meet his. He’s smirking, aware of
everything he’s making me feel, and it shows. But I just stand here, waiting
for instructions, and raise my eyebrow.
“Kae—” I murmur. “Tell me what to do.”
“Oh, you want me to tell you what I want?” he asks, raising an eyebrow
of his own.
“Please,” I whisper, and he grabs his cock and gives it a few tugs,
grinning at me.
“Crawl to me, Jeremiah,” Kaelin whispers back as he brings me to my
knees with an invisible force, and electricity rushes down my spine. “Show
me how bad you want this.”
A thrill unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through me, and I choke
on a moan when my knees hit the concrete. At this point, I’d do anything
for him. I’m desperate, needy, starved for him—willing to take whatever he
gives as long as he puts me out of this misery. Nothing but my need for him
exists. The ache is bone deep, as if he’s engrained himself into the very
marrow. And me? I just want to be buried in his veins—drowning in his
blood. Taking everything he has to offer.
So I crawl.
Slowly.
My aching, hard cock throbs heavily between my legs the closer I get to
him, and the devilish smirk he blesses me with would bring me to my knees
if I wasn’t already on them.
“I can taste your arousal, little human,” he says softly, getting on his
knees in front of me as I get closer. “It tastes almost as good as your cum.”
I whimper, my knees scraping along the concrete, now scuffed up.
Stopping right in front of him, I keep my gaze down, showing him just how
submissive I can be. But he pinches my chin between his thumb and
forefinger and brings my eyes back to his. They’re still black, no white to
be found, and I swallow hard. Seeing him like this, blinking back at me
with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, is more than I can take. I
need to taste him. I need to⁠—
 Kaelin threads his fingers into my hair, yanking me up toward his face
until our lips are merely a breath away. “Do you want me to eat you alive,
little human?” he asks against my lips, grinning when I nod.
“Make me yours,” I whisper back, and it echoes in the mausoleum.
“Own me.”
“The thing is, Jeremiah, you own me too.”
The knife clatters to the ground as his now free hand trails down my
back, stopping at my ass to give me a firm squeeze. His fingers creep
toward my crease, and when his forefinger finds my hole, I gasp loudly. My
cock thickens impossibly more, aching, fucking throbbing with the need for
release. But I just take what he’s giving, silently waiting for him to offer me
more scraps.
Kaelin’s hand on the back of my head tightens, and he closes the
distance between us. His lips press to mine softly, gently, but only for a
second before he bites my bottom lip until he draws blood. I feel it dripping
down my chin and can taste it on my tongue as I lick the thick liquid off.
But he soothes it almost immediately, licking me better with his forked
tongue.
I moan as I part my lips, letting him thrust his tongue into my mouth,
and suck on it. My hand wraps around his cock, tightening until he hisses,
and I jerk it slowly, teasingly. But it’s still not enough. I need him—I need
all of him. And I’m tired of fucking waiting. Tired of the teasing and
taunting. The goddamn playing. I’m ready to make him mine.
“Stand up,” I say gruffly, pulling away from him. His brows rise, and he
looks amused. “Now, Kaelin.”
“I was under the impression that I was the one giving the orders
tonight.”
But still, he lets go of me and stands, putting his cock level with my
mouth. Grabbing it again, I direct it toward my tongue and give it a long
lick, as if it’s my favorite lollipop. Kaelin hisses, bringing his hand back to
my hair, tugging at the strands as I take him between my parted lips and
suck him to the back of my throat in one go. He tastes divine, like mine—
all fucking mine. It doesn’t matter how many times I do this, it never seems
to get old. The way he makes me feel is intoxicating.
Bobbing my head up and down, I take him to the back of my throat and
swallow around him, just like he showed me. His hands tighten in my hair,
and he rocks his hips tentatively, moaning loudly. Every little sound he
makes goes straight to my balls, and I moan when he looks into my eyes as
I hollow my cheeks for him.
There’s heat at my back now, scorching fucking heat, and when I feel it
at my hole, I stiffen. But Kaelin just shushes me, trying to get me to relax as
I feel the warmth stretching my hole. It suddenly fills me, crooking as it
finds my prostate, and I groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head, yet I
stiffen at not knowing what’s filling me.
“Those are my shadows, baby.” He grabs the back of my head and
brings me down further on his cock, making me choke on it. “Now relax
your throat and let me fuck both holes.”
“Mmmm,” I moan as his shadows stretch me once more, fucking into
me so hard that it’s causing his cock to hit the back of my throat even
deeper. Drool coats my chin as I choke again, making the blow job sloppy.
But I don’t stop. In fact, I think he prefers it this way.
My spine tingles, and I wrap my hand around my cock. Giving it a few
jerks, I groan when his shadows peg my prostate once more. It feels so
fucking good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt and⁠—
Kaelin suddenly stops.
His shadows exit my body, and he pushes me away from him slowly. I
frown, ready to argue, but then the knife is in his hand even though he never
bent over to retrieve it.
“It’s time,” he says softly, grabbing my hand and getting back on his
knees in front of me. “Palm up, little human.”
I flip my hand over, my limbs shaking. Instead of being scared at the
prospect of spending eternity by his side, I’m…excited. I don’t know what
that makes me—probably a fool. But ask me if I fucking care.
Kaelin presses the knife to the palm of my hand, then slices slowly.
Blood immediately seeps from the wound, flowing like a river out of the
cut. It’s so much blood it’s running down my arm and dripping onto the
concrete, but he doesn’t seem concerned. It burns something fierce though,
and I wonder if maybe I am crazy for doing this after all.
Then he does the same to his own hand, cutting a line down the middle
until the blood is flowing down and mixing with mine. He then closes his
eyes just as the candles flicker wildly, a chilly breeze coming in through the
passageway. I shiver, focusing on his face as he clears his throat and starts
to speak.
 “Sacred blood from me to him,” Kaelin says softly, grabbing my hand
and mixing our blood, “to draw Jeremiah ever near, as boundless rivers run
to sea. His path to me is now clear.” The way his voice echoes in the
mausoleum makes goosebumps appear all over my body, and when our
hands glow a white light between them, I stiffen. “And as his heart and soul
become mine, he knows our blood will bind. And until the end of time, our
lives will also intertwine.”
Kaelin grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and giving it a long lick,
then drinks my blood straight from the source. My hard cock throbs again,
and my nostrils flare even as my hand aches and burns. “Drink.” He lifts his
hand toward my lips, and I part them enough to lick the blood flowing from
the cut.
My chest constricts, feeling like an elephant is sitting on it, as Kaelin
continues to lick and suck on my hand. “I bind and forbid Jeremiah from
ever leaving me,” Kaelin says. “From now until forever.”
A chill runs down my spine as I gulp more of the blood down, suddenly
feeling nauseous, and I stop. My chest heaves as I try to keep it down, and
my nostrils flare as Kaelin narrows his eyes on me.
“Take every fucking drop, Jeremiah,” Kaelin growls. “That’s what it
means to be mine.”
I double my efforts, drinking more of him in, until he all but rips his
hand away from my mouth. Both our hands are still glowing a bright shade
of white light, and he brings his other hand to the back of my head and
kisses me. It takes me by surprise, the gentle way in which he’s doing it,
and when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth slowly, I let him. Our
tongues tangle together, and this time there’s no fighting for dominance. We
both know who’s in charge.
Kaelin’s hand wraps around my cock roughly, jerking me slowly to the
rhythm of his tongue tangling with mine. Languidly, lazily. It’s almost
mindless, but when my chest feels like it’s on fire, my eyes fly open. He
gazes at me as we kiss, his bottomless black eyes staring into my soul, and I
cry out. It burns.
It fucking burns.
The weight on my chest gets heavier, stealing my breath, and suddenly
there’s a feeling of something being pulled from deep inside of me—out of
me. I feel lighter, detached, like I’m floating on a cloud. But it burns as it
goes up my esophagus. Burns as it goes out of my mouth, and when Kaelin
pushes me away, there’s a bright light floating between us.
“Mine,” Kaelin whispers, his lips parting slightly. The light travels into
his mouth, and he swallows it. Except I can see it through his skin, traveling
to the center of his chest and settling there. It glows brightly, then begins to
dim slowly. And that’s when the candles go out. “Mine to have, to fuck, to
keep.”
“Yours,” I whisper.
Kaelin is on me in the next breath, pushing me onto my back. The cold
ground makes me shiver, and yet I spread my legs for him. For this man
who not only owns my heart, but also my soul now.
He licks down my body, spreading my legs further, then spears my ass
with his forked tongue. I cry out, my cock now pulsing to the beat of my
heart, and bury my fingers in his hair, tugging until he comes back up
toward me. He sits back on his haunches, lubing up his cock with his
bloody hand, then presses it to my entrance.
One thought crosses my mind as the head of his cock breaches me—he
didn’t prep me. But the pleasure suddenly coursing through me as his tail
jerks my length has me throwing all caution to the wind. I bite my bottom
lip as his thick cock glows between my legs, and I frown. What the fuck⁠—
It’s as if there’s a bright light between Kaelin’s thighs as he thrusts into
me slowly, pushing past my tight ring of muscle. I moan as he bottoms out,
and then he’s fucking me. Really fucking me—without any semblance of
control on his end. He goes hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against
my ass. The moans and groans coming from both of us make this even
filthier. The bones scattered around, the knife, the fucking blood
everywhere. This should be the furthest thing from arousing, yet I can’t get
enough.
“Yes, Kaelin,” I moan as he hits my prostate, his tail speeding up as it
jerks my cock. “Right there.”
“Does my filthy little slut like that?” he whispers in my ear, and my
cock twitches as if I’m going to come. “Are you going to give me your
cum?”
“Only if you give me yours first,” I reply through gritted teeth. My
spine tingles as he continues pegging my prostate, and my toes curl. It’s
only a matter of time before I blow. “Come in my ass, baby. Come deep
inside of me.”
 Kaelin’s hips stutter, and I know he’s close.
“That feels so fucking good, baby,” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back
of my head as I grip his thighs for dear life. “Harder.”
“Yessss,” Kaelin growls.
He fucks me harder, losing his rhythm as he fills my ass with his cum.
I’m not far behind, my cock thickening and spurting everywhere mere
seconds after he’s done filling me.
My heart beats a mile a minute, pounding in my chest like it’s trying to
get out, and my nostrils flare in an attempt to lower my heart rate. He leans
down toward me until our foreheads are meeting, then presses a sweet,
chaste kiss to my lips.
“We're doomed, you and I,” Kaelin says against my lips. “This is a
fucking tragedy.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “But it’s our tragedy.”
And yet it’s not.
Because what we have?
It’s everything.
And now it’s forever…

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Just like with every other book, it takes a village of supportive people to get
it from the first draft to a final manuscript. So, here’s me, thanking my
village.

To my readers, first and foremost. Thank you for giving me a chance in the
first place. None of this would be possible without you.

To my husband, Conner. Thank you will never begin to cover it. Even going
through cancer treatment you’ve been my rock and a shoulder to lean on.
You’re always there when I need you. Always supporting me through my
journey.
To my mother, thank you for continuing to be here by my side on this
journey. I love you.

To my dad, thank you for being here for me. Our talks about my books
never go unnoticed, and the time you take to listen to me plot a book is
much appreciated. I love you.
To my PA, Chelsey. I literally would not be able to do this without you.
Between social media management and your endless support, I don’t know
where I’d be without you! Thank you so much for everything my girl. I’m
endlessly grateful.
To N.J. Weeks, thank you for always being here for me. Our daily talks
keep me sane. Also, thank you for nurturing this book! Love you!
To Slasher. Wow, my girl. We did it! I can’t believe how quickly we got this
done, but it’s safe to say we’re the dream team. Thank you so much for your
attention to detail and your dedication to getting this done in a timely
manner. All the praise to you, and it’s so well deserved.

To Quirky Circe, as always, you're incredible to work with. When I came to

you with two simple pictures, you delivered effortlessly. As always, I’m in
awe of you. Thank you.

To my beta readers—Phil, Chelsey, Ellie, Jay, Doseofdarkromance. Thank

you so much for loving on my little passion project. I’m so grateful for you
all. Here’s to many more books together.
To my Street Team, you guys are AMAZING!! Thank you for all your help.
Wow, I really couldn't do this without every single one of you.

Lastly, I want to thank my social media followers both on Instagram and

TikTok, my Facebook page, and my Readers Group. None of this would be
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All of you mean everything to me.

With love,
Shae Ruby

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Sometimes diverse.
Shae Ruby spends her time writing books that make you feel.
When not writing you can find her spending time outdoors or planning her next trip.
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Shae Ruby is represented by Lunar Literary Agency.

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 THE BROKEN SERIES:
Shattered Hearts (MF)
Battered Souls (Love Triangle)
Tattered Bodies (MFM)

HEATHENS SERIES:
Unhallowed (MMF)
Unholy (MM) — releasing Summer 2025

Standalones:
Bloody Tainted Lies (MF)
Stay With Me (MF)
Antidote (MM)
Cross My Heart (MM)— releasing Spring 2025

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