Iwake with Skye in my lap. Fuck, I’m hard as hell and my cock is less than an inch away from her lips. I want to slide my pants down and find out just how well she can take me. I feel her turn into me, mouth grazing my base.
My entire body stills, my hand is in her blonde hair, and I ache to pull her closer and guide her to my tip.
“Mmph.” She mumbles, her hand snaking up my shirt.
I feel like I’m barely breathing as I feel her nails scratch lightly against my skin, making my cock twitch against her.
Her eyes open, and she gives me a crooked smile before her eyes flit down to my lap.
“Is this for me?” She asks, running her hand down my stomach and onto my cock.
I must still be dreaming because there’s no way that Skye Dannon is here right now, touching me like I’ve fantasized hundreds of times.
She frees me from my sweats, my length springing out, more than ready to have her do whatever she wants with it. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. She licks her lips and looks back up at me.
“Sloan?”
“Yeah?”
I watch her timidly stroke me from my base all the way to my tip, then again harder and surer of herself.
“Oh, my fuck. Just like that.”
I’ve been in a constant state of pain since the hospital, slowly edging back to my normal self. But now with her here, all that fades away, I watch as her tongue darts out licking my pre-cum from my tip.
I let out a groan and guide her head to take me in, pushing myself against her plump lips. She opens her mouth, sucking my tip, swirling her tongue around my shaft.
“Fuck.” I breathe out. “Yes.”
She works her hand up and down in tandem with her mouth. I push up into her and hear her making a gagging noise as my cock thrusts into the back of her throat. I work her down my cock, gripping her hair hard. Drool coats her chin and tears spring from her eyes, but still she doesn’t let up. Instead, she goes even harder and faster until I’m spilling down her throat. She swallows me greedily.
“Holy fucking shit, Skye.” I say wiping her mouth with my thumb. “What was that for?”
She sits up and shrugs her shoulder. “Because I wanted to. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel drawn to you. If I’m being honest, I feel that way for Lukas and Graham too.” She grabs a napkin from off the coffee table in front of us and wipes her mouth.
She grabs her phone and checks the time. “Crap. I’m going to be late.” She presses her lips to mine and runs out the door, leaving me shell-shocked at what just happened. That was a hell of a way to wake up, but it leaves me with so many questions. What was I to her? I’ve always felt drawn to her and it blows my mind that she feels the same.
I pop a few pain pills now that the pain has decided to come back in full force, pinging down my spine and into my toes. Fuck, I felt like I relied on these things to get me through the day, and while I didn’t mind the occasional high, it made me feel more sluggish than normal. In fact, I wasn’t sure if it was the pills or the Sloth that lived in me that had me feeling the way I was, but I’d been chalking it up to the poisoning.
No one had any answers about how the poisoned pie had ended up here, and to be honest, that scared the shit out of me. Salem’s grandmother had been cleared, but if the past two years have taught me anything, it’s to trust absolutely no one. Not even family. Not everyone was who they seemed to be, and I was walking proof of that.
I bang my head back onto the couch and replay the moment with Skye over in my head, feeling myself get hard all over again. I tug at my cock to release the pressure. What a fucking way to wake up.
ChapterThirty-Four
GARRISON
SONG: DEVIL IN DISGUISE BY EMM
“Thank you for meeting with me.” Emmet says with a look that can almost read as remorseful. I drum my fingers on the table, contemplating why he’s really here.
“You wanted to tell me what happened. Well, I’m all ears.” I say, keeping my tone clipped. He’s caused a major disruption in our house, and the feeling of animosity is palpable. I go home to relax, and instead I’m greeted with an anxious aura with hints of rage simmering in the air. Everyone was grumpy and snapping at each other. A far cry from the playful atmosphere I worked so hard to cultivate, despite our fucked-up circumstances.
“You have no idea how powerful the headmaster’s demon is, Gare. Pierce and I were doing the dirty work, keeping you all out of it. Had we not gone through with what he wanted, we would be stuck with these demons for the rest of our lives.”
I sit back taking in his words.
“It’s why Pierce set Salem’s room on fire, bringing them here so we could gain her trust.” He continues. His palms are facing up, and if it was anyone other than Emmet, I would take that as a sign of honesty, but he knows how to play this game. I’ve seen him pull pranks no one saw coming.
