My orgasm was ongoing; Anthony and Elias wouldn't let it stop until they were both about to release. I was at the point of screaming out their names again. Elias leaned over, then bit my shoulder, releasing his euphoric hormones into my system. I collapsed face down onto the bed. Anthony and Elias curled themselves around me and I fell asleep quickly, sated and safe.
Chapter 6
My bladder screamed at me as I woke. I lifted my head and gazed down at a tangled mess of limbs. Elias slept with his face against my stomach. Anthony was curled around my head, giving me a bird's eye view of the fact that he was a shower, not a grower. I sat up and untangled my legs from Elias's arms. I slipped off the bed and looked at the two men who’d given me a night I'd never forget. Then, I ran to the bathroom before I peed on the floor.
My body ached as it would the day after an intense workout. It dawned on me that I’d slept like a baby after what we had done. I made quick work of a shower and shaved my legs. Ew, the hair was longer than I'd realized. Those wonderful men hadn’t even blinked an eye if they’d noticed the stubble. Still, I was mortified. I’d begun to give the love rug a trim when I heard a bang on the bathroom door.
"Riley? Are you okay? You've been in there a while," Anthony yelled through the door.
"Jesus Christ, Anthony!” I yelled after a near miss with the blade. “You don't interrupt a woman when she's in the bathroom. I could be pooping. Leave me alone," I yelled, clutching the razor. I would've cut off half my twat if I'd already started shaving.
"You're notpooping, Riley. I’d be able to smell it."
Well, I can never poop again.I jerked the shower curtain open and dripped across the bathroom, razor in hand. I opened the door, naked, to a bemused Anthony.
"Are you serious right now? If I went number two, you would smell it through a closed door with the fan on in here?" He nodded his head, eyes glued to my chest. "So that means Michael knew exactly what I was doingevery single timeI used the bathroom?" He nodded his head again, mirth in his eyes.
"Riley, everybody poops. Didn't you read that book when you were a child?"
I answered by slamming the door in his face. His deep chuckles faded as he walked down the hall to give me some privacy.
I finished prettying myself up. The full-length mirror hanging behind the door showed me a girl with long, strawberry blonde hair, a chubby face, and a bit of an acne problem. The lighting made my deep-set hazel eyes brown, but they liked to change. Later on, they might be green, then brown again. I smiled and studied my white, slightly uneven teeth, wrapped with full lips. My braces never worked as a child, though there was nothing about my teeth to cause me alarm.
I looked at my body critically. I'd lost most of my cellulite working out, but there was a chunk on both outer thighs that would never go away. Of course, my stretch marks would also never go away, but I’d never minded the stretch marks. They gave me my babies.
I patted myalmostflat belly and flexed my arms and thighs in the mirror. For a human, I was pretty tough. The door slammed against the wall when I threw it open and stalked down the hall to the bedroom to find clothes.
Once I was clothed and groomed, I made my way downstairs to the smell of bacon. Eli and Anthony sat at the kitchen table with bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee set out for me. They both sipped mugs of blood, a sight I didn’t think I’d ever get used to.
Shyness and eating never meshed for me. As a teenager, especially, my friends would feign fullness and refuse to eat in front of any male in the vicinity. Then when we were alone, they'd pack it away like a starving linebacker. I was never like that. When I was hungry, I ate, at times with a gusto. With no qualms, I dug into the delicious breakfast.
Elias quirked an eyebrow as I tried to talk with my mouth full. "Who made this?" I mumbled around my eggs.
"I did," said Anthony.
"Thanks." I said after washing my eggs down with scalding hot coffee. "It's delicious. How do you cook so well when you can't eat?"
"We do eat, though we don'tneedto eat. We crave foods at random the same way you would, although probably less often."
"Sure, sure. Okay. So. I'm going to be a Supay?" I asked, changing the subject abruptly.
"We hope," Elias said with a sigh. "Many Supay have tried to find the entrance to the underworld. In theory, if we can find it, we can get you to the springs, which gives extended life. We don't know that you'll become a true Supay.”
Anthony interrupted. “But, if you drink from the springs, the Junta will be forced to allow you access to the Unseen. We won't be hunted, and you'll be able to stay with your children."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "And if we aren't successful?"
"More than likely, we'll die." Anthony’s eyes held a challenge—could I handle it?
"My choices are to try to find the entrance to an underworld that nobody has seen inliterallythousands of years, go into hiding and never see my children again, or surrender to your council people, and they'll likely kill me?" I set my fork down, appetite lost.
"Well, the Junta wouldn't kill you. In all likelihood, they would make you have more children," Elias said with a grimace.
"What the heck, E?" I asked. He gave me a half smile and shrugged. My temper flared. My options were limited. Normal life was a shattered illusion for me. I supposed I could've let them go, moved to a new city, convinced Elias to make me a new identity, and tried to start over, but I couldn't stomach the idea of walking away from my children, so I scrapped that idea.
"There's still ateensybit more we need to tell you." Elias looked at me sheepishly.
"You're kidding me! You've still not told me the entire truth?" I regretted our sexscapade the night before in the light of his continued deception.
