“Come on my cock, goddess.” I reach around his back and grasp him by the hips, my nails digging into his flesh as I grind my clit against his pubic bone while I take his cock into me.
I feel the sudden heat of my orgasm hitting me, shooting down my spine and exploding out of me as I drench the sheets beneath us.
“So fucking gorgeous watching you fall apart on my cock, bella.” Graham says his breath labored as he pummels me. I feel him release a moment later as he collapses on top of me, kissing me tenderly as his cock softens inside me.
The moment he pulls out I expect to feel a wave of guilt, but it never comes. Instead, I feel a warm glow of happiness that intensifies as he cuddles my worn-out body into him. He plants a kiss on the top of my head while rubbing my arm in a soothing motion.
Though my heart grieves the brief relationship I had with Lukas, I need to find a way to be okay with not being what he needs right now. I need to be okay with setting a boundary on what type of treatment I am willing to accept. And being ignored? That wasn’t what I deserved, no matter how much I cared for him in ways I had never cared for anyone before.
I fall asleep in Graham’s arms with a feeling of contentment that surprises me with how right it feels to be with him, accepting him as mine.
ChapterTwenty-Four
LUKAS
SONG: TV BY BILLIE EILISH
Ihold a cup of beer up to my lips, observing the revelry around me, knowing this is exactly the sort of goodbye Pierce would have wanted. But my heart isn’t in it. I can’t manage to get past seeing people smile and laugh while my grief takes ahold of my heart. I feel like my body is present physically, but my mind is locked in anguish.
The only thing breaking through this fog inside of me is seeing Skye and Graham locked together in a heated dance. I don’t have the right to feel the sense of betrayal that’s creeping over me, knowing I pushed her away, knowing there would be others more than willing to scoop her up. Maybe it was for the best, but it only added to the hurt and anger I’ve been carrying around with me.
Walker is nowhere to be found. Ever since Salem started spiraling, he’s been attached to her hip. I’m glad she has someone to catch her while she’s breaking apart. Pierce would want her to be happy. I realize now too, he would want the same for me, but I don’t even know where to begin to pick up the pieces with him gone. He was my other half for my entire life. Continuing without him feels unfathomable.
I take a sip of my beer and turn away from watching Graham and Skye. It’s killing me to act like I don’t need her, when she’s all I’ve thought about for months. To know that when she was in my arms, I had finally felt complete.
Fuck.
I chug the rest of the liquid and go for a refill. As I’m waiting my turn at the keg, I feel a rush of Lust fill my entire body, grabbing me by the throat. I struggle to push it down, my body shaking with the effort. Sweat gathers at my brow as I stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pass by Graham’s room and hear a familiar moan. My knees crumple beneath me and I crawl to the door, pressing my ear up against the wood, straining to hear.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” Graham’s muted voice says, I’m almost one hundred percent sure that’s what he’s saying. Another moan from Skye comes through the door and I feel myself completely unleash the demon living inside of me as it takes over before everything goes black.
ChapterTwenty-Five
SALEM
SONG: DEVILS WORST NIGHTMARE BY FJØRA
The party had raged long into the night, and I am utterly exhausted. Walker had ravaged me so completely that every muscle in my body was still feeling sore. We’d been holed up with each other all weekend, while Lukas slept off his hangover, and Skye and Graham decided to get better acquainted. I wasn’t sure what the others in the house were up to, since I only left the room to go to the bathroom and grab food that I brought back to my room.
It’s crazy that I was just expected to return to normal on Monday like nothing traumatic had even happened to me. My first class back to Intro to Business was a prime example of how not okay I was. While I love my time with Walker, and how amazing he makes me feel, it feels like a slap to the face to have the teacher so casually offer him Pierce’s empty seat. Walker’s knees dig into my shoulder blades as the professor hands out the grades to the group project. I can’t believe his father shoved him into this class, removing the one thing he loves most in this world.
I can’t even imagine Walker without his guitar. He lives and breathes music and cutting off that vital part of him for selfish reasons leaves me feeling even angrier.
The professor hands our group project back to Javelynn and I can’t help but notice that he’s put a line through Pierce’s name, like his existence meant nothing at all.
My head pounds with the beginnings of a headache as I try to rein in my power that’s attempting to come to the surface with how angry I’m feeling. I yearn to blast this so-called professor right in the face with a blast of magic, or maybe just choke him out a bit for being a cunt. Just enough to get the message across, but I’m pretty sure that doing that would get me thrown in jail, or worse. Studied like some freak of nature, and I was in no mood to be relocated to Area 51. The desert’s dry heat doesn’t agree with me. I’ve been there once and have no plans to ever go back.
My body hums with the need to release my power.
I fidget through the rest of class, breathing steadily. I must look like I’m trying to keep in a fart with how uncomfortable I feel. As soon as the professor dismisses us, I run off to the bathroom letting out a stream of magic into the air. A burst of inky black bubbles explodes from my hands filling the entire bathroom. Thankfully I’m alone in here. I work my magic around to pop them all in one fell swoop, hand extended as I swirl them down into the toilet behind me. That could have gone so bad if someone was in here with me. How would I even explain that?
Oh yes, these black bubbles are from a burst… pen cap. Fucking hell.
I really need more practice on how to siphon off bits of my power, so it doesn’t make me feel like a balloon filled with too much air; because let’s be honest, I wasn’t going to stop fucking Walker anytime soon. He feels too fucking good, and I’m all about taking what I want, when I want it. Pierce’s death had taught me how unfairly short a life could be, so I wasn’t going to waste a minute of doing what I wanted to.
I exit the bathroom, feeling grateful I was able to remove all the evidence of my lack of control. That was a close call. Had the class gone any longer, I’m not sure I would have been able to contain it.
I shift my backpack and decide to skip my next class in favor of venturing into town. I’m done feeling like I’m out of control in my own body.
