Jace’s jaw dropped, his eyes lighting up like I’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket. “Fuck,yes! Shotgun wedding, baby! I’m obviously the best man, Parkie-Poo. Sorry, but I look far better in a tuxedo, and we do have the pictures to think about…”
Parker looked like he was thinking hard. “What about instead of Vegas, we do it on the fifty-yard line, midnight, stadium lights on? Jace can hack the Jumbotron—‘Matty + Ophelia 4Ever’—in neon. I’ll get ordained online so I can officiate.”
They werevibrating, already mapping logistics, voices overlapping, with pure, terrifying excitement.
I stared at them in awestruck horror for a solid ten seconds, then snorted, shaking my head.
“Relax, psychos. I think I can start with one of your other ideas first.”
Jace skidded to a halt. Parker’s grin faltered.
I shrugged, still smirking. “For now.”
Sweat coated my skin, the sheets snagging my thighs as Ophelia’s scent curled into my lungs. Her weight pinned me as she straddled my hips, squeezing tight as she rocked up and down.
Her dark blonde hair spilled like a curtain, grazing my chest, tickling my skin with every roll of her hips. Her copper eyes bore into mine as she rocked, each grind dragging a low groan from my throat. My hands dug into her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I guided her rhythm.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” I growled as I urged her to move faster. Her breasts bounced, nipples tight, pink peaks grazing my chest, begging for my teeth. Her pale skin was flushed, and sweat was beading between her breasts, dripping onto me.
She rode me harder, her wetness coating my dick.
The slick sound of her pussy against my skin was driving me wild. “That’s it, pretty baby,” I rasped, hips bucking to meet her as the bed frame creaked. “Show me how much you want me.”
Her fingers raked my chest, scraping over ink and muscle as sparks raced down my spine. She quickened her pace as her hands roamed my skin, tracing my abs, pinching my nipples,then gripping my shoulders, fingertips digging deep. Pleasure coiled tight in my gut, heat surging with every grind.
I thrusted up, hard, and she cried out, her hair whipping as she arched back, her breasts heaving.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “Your pussy’s choking my cock, it’s so fucking tight.” My fingers gripped her hips, guiding her faster. Her hand slid to my throat, fingers light but firm as her thumb pressed against my pulse.
“Feel that?” I panted as my dick slammed into her.
“Every inch, baby. That’smeinside you, stretching you open, owning you.”
Her walls fluttered, a fresh gush of slick coating me, and I drove deeper, hips snapping, the wetslapof skin on skin echoing.
“Feel how hard you make me?” I moaned. “This cock’s yours, but this pussy?Mine.”
Her breath hitched, lips brushing my jaw.
And then her voice dropped to a chillinghissthat sent ice straight through my dick. “I told you I watch you when you sleep.”
The words slithered out, sharp and eerie, her eyes glinting strangely. Her smile twisted, still hers but wrong, lips curling too wide, fingers tightening on my throat, just enough to prickle my skin. Her hips slowed, deliberate and torturous, her pussy still gripping me, but her gaze felt like it was peeling me open.
My hands froze on her hips, my chest heaving, confusion spiking through the pleasure. I tilted my head, staring up at her as she hovered above me. Her eyes were suddenly unblinking, boring into me with an intensity that wasn’t human, wasn’tmyOphelia.
“Ophelia?” I whispered, my dick still hard inside her, but the air shifted, heavy, wrong, her smile a slash of something too knowing.
I jolted upright, gasping, my cock pulsing against my briefs.
For one disoriented second, I thought I was still dreaming.
Until I saw her.
Emma.
Standing over my fucking bed.
Her pale eyes gleamed in the shadows, round and wide and so unblinking it made my skin crawl. Her mouth curved into a smile that was too wide for her face, teeth flashing like a row of knives.
