More than anything, I wanted to be possessed by him.
He shoved his hands under my ass, pushing down my jeans and panties with a single swipe. Before I could do anything, Trey plunged his face between my legs. This was nothing like before, with Ayaz, who’d been kind and gentle. This was hot and needy, an attack on my clit with his tongue. I surrendered to Trey, giving myself over to the raw fury of the fire he stoked inside me.
Trey thrust two fingers inside me, pressing them against the wall, pushing me harder against his mouth as his tongue spelled out all the things he couldn’t say. The tension that had twanged between us ever since the day we met stretched tight, tugging us together, burning his heart against mine.
He added a third finger, stretching me, demanding more. He sucked my clit into his mouth, pounding the end with his tongue as he sucked. It was the most exquisite torture. The orgasm that tore through me rocked the RV on its wheels.
I slammed my fist into the wall as a scream escaped me. Trey stretched a hand up, trying to cover my mouth, reminding me that we were trying to stay secret, remain hidden. But I was gone, somewhere far away, where Vincent and Ms. West and the fucking Great Old God of dreams couldn’t touch me.
I was in Trey Bloomberg’s arms, and that was the only place I wanted to be.
Trey slid up the narrow bed, cupping my face in his hand once more. I tasted myself on his lips, sweet and tart and intoxicating. His other hand stroked my breast, pinching my nipple as the fire inside me begged for release. I fumbled for Zehra’s condoms. The thought flew through my head that Ayaz would be pissed if he found out his kid sister had a sex life, but I pushed it aside. I couldn’t think of Ayaz now.
I hooked my fingers into Trey’s boxers and slid them down. Trey’s icicle eyes watched me as I took in the sight of him… of all of him. He laughed low in his throat, this earthy growl that did strange and wonderful things to my insides.
“Your eyes are bugging out of your head,” he grinned.
“Um.” That was all I had. Trey was bigger than Ayaz, if that was possible. I tossed the condom at him. “Is that… even going to fit?”
“Sure.” Trey tore open the package and rolled it down with one hand, the other brushing my breast. His thumb slid over my nipple. I tried not to think about how experienced he was, about how many times he’d done this before with girls like Tillie who knew what to do with a guy like him. He pushed my shoulder, turning me over so I was facing away from him, my back pressed against his chest, that enormous cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.
Trey held my face in his hands, bending me back so he could plunge his tongue inside my mouth. His hand slid down my thigh, fingers light on my skin as he hooked my leg over his. He adjusted himself and pushed inside me, hot and hard and urgent.
My back arched back against him. Trey plunged his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as he thrust wildly. In minutes, another orgasm built inside me. Our hard edges ground against each other until pieces of our souls chipped off.
With a growl that was more animal than human, Trey’s body finally shuddered with release. He collapsed against me, his arm draped over my chest, his lips pressed against my shoulder.
I wanted to lie there forever. I wanted to pretend this was how it could always be – hot, needy sex, no pretenses, no evil school or Great Old God shadowing our happiness. But as my eyelids fluttered shut, I caught the faint glimpse of the stone on the table. The lines of the sigil glowed with faint blue light.
The glow of a flame.
Chapter Nine
“Can you see that?” I tried to sit up, but Trey held me down, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his breath hot on my ear. He squeezed me against him, driving out the air in my lungs with the force of his hug.
“Stop thinking for five minutes and just enjoy this,” he whispered roughly in my ear. “I’ve only been dreaming about it every night since second quarter.”
And maybe I was an idiot because instead of boxing him around the ears and going to inspect the sigil, I sunk deeper into his embrace and breathed deeply of his herbs and heather scent. For just a few minutes.
But of course, my brain wouldn’t stop. Only now, it had completely forgotten about sigils and Great Old Gods and had turned back into a teenager – a whirling ball of angst and hormones. I’d gone from a virgin to sleeping with two different guys in a matter of weeks. Neither of them was my boyfriend. At least, we’d never had any kind of conversation about commitment. I had this vague sense that I was supposed to feel offended by their treatment, that I should be wallowing in a desperate need to tie one of them down into a relationship. That sleeping with two guys – two best friends – was going to label me a slut, and that I should care about that. But I didn’t.
Maybe I am my mother’s daughter.
Or maybe it was just so low down my list of problems I didn’t even care. Both guys weredead. I wasn’t just a slut, I was a zombie slut.
Zombie slut. I’d have to tell that one to Quinn. He’d love it.
Quinn.I missed him. Maybe that was a weird thing to think after I’d just slept with Trey, but I was definitely past caring that my thoughts weren’t normal. Quinn was the first of the Kings to ever be nice to me, to give me a glimpse at the real person that hid behind his mask. I missed the way he lightened every situation and had some crazy comeback ready to go. Trey and I were both too serious – our competitive natures meant that we’d always crash against each other. We both wanted to win, to be first, to be the best. Quinn didn’t care about any of that – he just wanted to make people laugh. He made everything fun.
I hoped he was okay. I hoped whatever they were doing to him at school hadn’t dimmed his light.
Speaking of light… I twisted my head to look at the sigil. Yup, still glowing with that faint line of flame, the way Rebecca Nurse’s seal had back in the cave when Zehra and I had seen it. Trey hadn’t seen the flame then, either.
But what did that mean?
Trey’s fingers traced the line of my jaw. “I thought I lost you.”
His words dripped with emotion that tightened my chest. I wasn’t ready to face what Trey was trying to tell me. I pulled a Quinn, turning to him with a grin and saying, “Turns out you can’t get rid of Hazel Waite that easily.”
