I shook my head. There was some bad shit coming for me. If it really was my last night, which was knowledge the universe seemed to want to suffocate me with, I didn’t want an orgasm from being finger fucked. I wanted all of him, and I wanted to feel it in the morning. “No. I want you.”
I didn’t interrupt him this time. “Ah, my little cockslut needs Daddy’s dick tonight. I see.” He added another finger and scissored them as he grabbed the lube again. He pulled hisfingers out and before I could even react to the loss, his slick cock was there pressing in. “Let me in,” he said again, and I relaxed for him. I was still sore, but I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t care. I didn’t even care if he was rough. I just wanted to feel him.
Mason hadn’t lied. He rocked gently into my body, making sure to hit the spot with each slow thrust. He put a hand on my hip to steady me, and my hands gripped the sheets tightly, needing more even though he was slowly getting me there.
I was pressing back to meet every thrust, moaning softly with nearly every breath, my head hanging between my shoulders as I desperately tried to move with him. I wasn’t used to him being so careful with me, but I was close when he suddenly pulled out. I let out a desperate cry without meaning to. “I want to look at you,” he said simply, turning me around and pressing me to lie down on the bed. He pulled me to the edge and bent down to slide back in, bracing himself with one hand on the bed as he gazed down at me and started thrusting slowly again.
“Fuck, Mason.” I was squirming beneath him. I needed more even though it was perfect. Even though I was speeding right back toward the orgasm he’d cut off.
“How does it feel?” he asked me, but he already knew the answer since he was watching my dick leak all over my belly. The sounds leaving me without my permission were desperate as hell.
“Please,” was all I said.
He leaned down and kissed me, much more gently than he usually did. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. He started hitting just a little bit harder, but still slowly. My legs were shaking and I grabbed the sheets again. My body shuddered. “That’s it, feisty,” he said, out of breath and with slight desperation himself. “Come on, baby. Let it go.”
His arm was shaking beside me but he kept going just like he was. My hips were rocking up toward him on their own. I wanted to touch my dick but didn’t dare try because I knew he’d stop me. “Come on, Elijah,” he whispered. When he said my name, it threw me right over the edge. My entire body stiffened,my back arched off the mattress, and I did little more than grunt as cum shot all over my abs and chest.
“Oh, fuck, Elijah,” he said, thrusting harder and holding my hip in a grip that would probably bruise. I could feel his orgasm inside me as he cried out, falling forward and thrusting erratically as his lips met mine and our tongues tangled together.
When he stilled, he pulled back to catch his breath, pulling out as he backed up, and he looked down to watch his cum drip out of my ass. He pushed some back inside like he enjoyed doing, a little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “That means you’re mine.”
“Yeah,” was the only thing I could be bothered to say. He pulled at me to move so my head was back on my pillow, then he climbed over me and covered both of us up. I’d probably regret not cleaning up in the morning, but right now I didn’t care.
“Get some rest,” Mason whispered, running his hand through my sweat-damp hair. “We’ll figure everything out in the morning.”
I trusted him. I knew our plans would be futile, but his arms gave me enough comfort that I relaxed into them and fell asleep.
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It was still dark when I woke up to Enyo scratching at my bedroom door. Mason had shut it, probably under the pretense of more safety, but Enyo wasn’t used to doors being closed to her, and I was sure she didn’t like it. The scratching came again and I sat up in bed. “Okay, girl,” I said softly. Mason didn’t stir beside me, so I finished the water on the nightstand and crossed the room to the door.
I pulled it open expecting Enyo to dart in, but the hallway was empty and I instantly regretted my decision. I could see the area clearly thanks to the night light, and Enyo was nowhere to be seen. “Enyo?” I called out quietly, my voice shaky. I heard anoise in the living room and glanced in that direction, but it was too dark to see anything.
I reached around the corner and flicked the light switch, but the light just flickered once and went out. “Elijah.” Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why had I just opened the door like that without thinking? And where the hell was Enyo, anyway? I tried to call out for Mason, but my voice just caught in my throat. With no permission of my own, my feet carried me forward into the hallway and I turned toward the living room. I wasn’t one to walk around my house naked under normal circumstances, let alone when some weird being seemed to be summoning me. I really wished I’d have put on some shorts.
I ended up in the middle of my living room, and even though I couldn’t make out so much as an out-of-place shadow in the darkness, I was acutely aware that I wasn’t alone. “Enyo?” I croaked. I needed to see her. I wanted to see her reaction to figure out if I was in danger. Barely awake in the middle of the night, I couldn’t tell what was in the room with me.
There was a noise in the kitchen, but looking that way didn’t help. I could vaguely make out the sink in the moonlight coming around the blinds above it, but everything else was pitch black. A sound that would have been embarrassing in any other situation slipped from my throat.
“You can’t stop fate. Death is coming. The breath of life will be snuffed out, but run to the place that loves you.”
I was really getting sick of it. “What?” I managed to get out. “I don’t understand.”
“They were sent to you. You will both die if you don’t listen. Run from the one who’s trying to help you. It can only be this way.”
“I don’t understand you!” I yelled it this time, desperate, angry tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
Suddenly the hall light flicked on. I almost screamed when a hand landed on my shoulder, but it was Mason’s voice I heard next. “Elijah? What are you doing? Are you sleepwalking?” I gasped in a breath and whirled around, reaching for him. He caught me in a hug. “Hey. Hey, you’re okay. What’s wrong?”
I heard a soft trill as Enyo jumped off the couch she’d apparently been sleeping on the entire time, and she came over to rub against my legs. They were both trying to comfort me. Why she hadn’t woken when that damn voice was speaking to me was beyond me. Was it all just in my head? Was I losing my mind? “I don’t know,” I said into Mason’s shoulder. “I think I might be losing it.” I lifted my head and looked into the hallway. “How did you get the light to come on?” I hadn’t turned the switch off after the light flickered out, I was sure of it.
“What do you mean?” he asked me. “I just turned it on. I think you were asleep when you came out here. I’m starting to think you have night terrors. Maybe it feels like you’re awake, but you aren’t.” He looked so relieved at the thought, like he’d just solved all my problems. Like I wasn’t actually being warned of my impending doom, just worried about it and working through it in my sleep.
Night terrors might explain the light and Enyo’s non-reaction, but shehadreacted the last time. I was sure she’d seen it. And Mason couldn’t just ignore the things that were really happening, or that there seemed to be only one logical end to it. People were being murdered, I was being framed, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t a jail cell they wanted me in. I fell back onto his shoulder and we stood there hugging, naked in my living room. I wanted to feel him, I wanted to feel his safety and his body.
If the voicewasreal, what did it mean? It kept telling me I was going to die, but to run. Where? The place that loved me? What did that even mean? My childhood home, maybe, although it felt like I put more work into it than got love out of it. My mom loved me in it, but she wasn’t there. My new home? I loved it, but did it love me? And run from the person who was trying to help me? Was it talking about Mason? So he didn’t die with me becausewe would both die if I didn’t listen?Mason was definitely trying to help me.
He was trying to lead me back to my bedroom, but I paused in his arms as another thought struck me. So was Chris. Chris had been trying to help me all along, even before Mason got back to town. Was that who I was supposed to run from?
