“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants with lust burning in her eyes.
Her breathy moans are driving me fucking crazy. “You better hurry up and come, baby.”
My cock swells inside of her, her tits bouncing in my face as I grit my teeth, trying to hold off. “Fuck, Salena,” I growl.
I curse under my breath as I feel my release slam into me. Not a second later, she follows me over the edge, her walls squeezing me. Her mouth crashes down on mine, and I swallow her cries.
God, that was . . . fuck.
We both sit here panting, Salena limp in my arms. I feel a connection with her—one I never knew was possible. She turns her face, kissing up the column of my neck and biting down on my earlobe.
A full body shiver goes through me. Chuckling, she crawls off me, and we slide under the covers. I pull her over to me, tucking her into my side, and we settle in. It doesn’t take long for sleep to take me.
Chapter Twenty One
Logan
Thenightisunusuallycold. Clouds hang heavy over the sky, blocking the moon and stars. From the cabin we’re staying at, the view of the lake looks like a void of inky blackness, mist swirling over the surface.
“Riley, this is a bad idea. We should go back,” I whisper-shout, as I follow my brother down the dark path in the woods. Tripping over a tree root, I stumble forward and catch myself on a tree, the rough bark digging into my palms.
“Careful,” Riley says as he flashes the torch my way.
“Can we go back?” I whine, looking around at the dark and creepy woods. I don’t want to go to the lake. I have a very bad feeling about this.
Our family’s vacationing for a week in a cabin on Priest Lake in Idaho. It’s just the four of us. Mom and Dad are in bed, and Riley begged me to go down to the lake with him. At eight and five, we know better, but he’s my older brother, and we do everything together. We are inseparable, and he always takes good care of me, so I trust him.
Riley shakes his head at me and continues forward. I start to follow when movement out of the corner of my eye causes me to still. I slow my breathing down, and my ears strain, listening for any sound of movement. A soft whisper of a hum drifts toward me, not particularly loud.
“Do you hear that?” I whisper, too scared to talk any louder.
A sudden coldness creeps into my body, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the temperature out here. My body is shaking uncontrollably, and I have an unfamiliar feeling in my stomach. Riley stops and turns back to me. Our breaths puff out in front of us as we stand there silently.
Riley’s eyes find mine in the dark as we both stand frozen to the spot, listening. We can faintly hear the humming of a voice, but as it draws closer, it becomes clearer.I reach for Riley’s hand, gripping it in mine, too afraid to move. My breathing was getting faster and faster, and I want to run back to the cabin and get into bed with my parents. We never should have come out here.
Riley’s voice is shaky when he speaks. “We should go back.”
I frantically nod my head, gripping Riley’s hand tighter. He tugs me on my arm as he starts forward, my feet slipping in the dirt.
“Come, Logan,” he urges.
Together, we run back the way we came, the uncomfortable feeling getting worse, our feet constantly tripping on rocks and tree roots. I watch as a mist rolls over the forest floor, growing thicker. I don’t like it. I’m scared. I want Dad.
A burning sensation shoots across my stomach, and I slow my pace. I place my hand over my stomach, only to feel something wet and sticky. I stop running and look down. Even in the dark, I can make out the dark liquid coating my hands.
“Is that blood?” Riley asks, panicked.
I look up at my brother and frown. “I– I don’t know.”
The burning sensation spreads and I start crying, warm tears coating my cheeks. Riley’s arms wrap around me as he tries soothing me.
“We’re almost back at the cabin, come on. Mom will know what to do.”
Suddenly, Riley is jerked away from me, and I watch terrified as he flies backward through the air. I look around, frantically trying to see what threw him, but I can’t see anything. Only the mist as it swirls around us.
A soft, eerie voice floats around me as I watch Riley stand up, his blue eyes wide on mine.
“Run, Logan!” he yells.
