Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“No.” I say this quickly before that wrong idea of his has time to take hold.
Which makes his smile and reach for me as his eyes find mine. “Then take off your clothes and get in bed with me.”
This is when I realize he doesn’t have wings. He looks like he did that day in that shitty cottage in White River. He looks like a really hot man.
“You want him. Why deny it, Syrsee? You tell yourself that you don’t love him, but you do. I made you that way.”
My mouth opens, ready to protest.
But Paul puts up a hand, silencing me. “But even if I didn’t bake it into the cake, so to speak, you would still love him. I mean…” He chuckles. “Look at him, Syrsee. Have you ever seen a more beautiful man in your life? He’s fucking hot. I made him this way for you. To make it easier. It’s always easier to love the darkness when it’s beautiful.”
“Syrsee?”
I look back over at Ryet. “Hm?”
“Come back to bed.” He lies back, getting comfortable and smirking at me as his hand slides down his stomach and fists his cock. He begins to jerk off, looking me straight in the eyes. “Well, if you’re not coming to bed, take off your clothes, Syrsee. Let me watch.”
Let me watch? “I don’t think that’s something Ryet would say.”
“You don’t think so?”
I look over at Paul and find him looking at me. “No. You’ve got it wrong. You’re ruining the illusion.”
“No, dear Syrsee. You’ve got him all wrong. He didn’t fuck a lot of women. In that time after Jane and before you, I mean. But when he did…” Paul winks. “I was there, remember. In his head? He’s dirty, Syrsee. You just haven’t seen that side of him yet.”
My thoughts drift back to that first night we met and how filthy hot the sex was. If that was Ryet, and not Paul, then yeah. He is dirty. “You said that was you, though. The first time Ryet and I had sex?”
“It was me. But I take my cues from him. He would’ve eaten your pussy with the same enthusiasm, trust me. Or don’t, actually. Just… take off your clothes, get into bed, and see for yourself.”
“With you watching? I’m sure you’d love that.”
“Watching? Hardly. I’m going to participate.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes. I am. Because I want to drink you, Syrsee. And you like to be fed on, don’t you? You’re addicted to the pull already, aren’t you?”
I don’t know what to say to this. I mean, I’m definitely not addicted. Not yet. But I do like it. And this… offer of his. To drink me. I’ve got to admit, it’s compelling.
Not only that, I’m fantasizing now. Ryet on one side of my neck, Paul on the other. Both of them pulling the blood out of me at the same time. Just picturing it turns me on.
But it doesn’t have to be just a fantasy. I have them both, naked, right here in front of me.
I pull my shirt up over my head, forcing myself not to look at Paul. Then I slip my pants down my legs. Ryet opens his arms to me and I slide into bed next to him.
I’m acutely aware that Paul—naked Paul—is just inches away. But Ryet is kissing me now. His hands exploring my body, sliding up and down my thigh as his tongue twists inside my mouth.
Time skips, or something, because the next thing I know I’m lying on my back and Ryet is positioned over top of me. Paul is leaning in to my neck. I expect him to bite. Expect him to drink. But he whispers instead. “It’s him, see? It’s just him. And I’m here to remind you of that.”
Then his hand slides down to my thigh, gripping my leg as he pulls it open.
Ryet is between my legs now, looking down at me like he’s hungry. But I don’t mind. Because Paul is finally at my neck, his teeth grazing over my skin, and I’m waiting for the bite. Wanting it. And when it happens, I close my eyes just as Ryet slips inside me.
My back arches. The pull of blood and the fucking—it feels good. Both at once feels more than good. It’s glorious. I have them both and I suddenly realize, I want them both.
Ryet and Paul.
This is when Paul pulls back and whispers in my ear. “We serve very different purposes. Learn to love us that way, Syrsee. And everything will be fine.”
I don’t know what that means. I don’t even care what that means because Ryet is thrusting inside of me, his movements hard now, more urgent. And I’m gripping him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
Ryet leans down, his mouth on mine, moaning things about babies, and all I can do is agree. “Yes,” that’s what I’m saying back. “Babies. Anything. Just keep going.”