20 - Syrsee
We are all we have left.
I’m writhing on the bed, my back arching as Paul strokes me between my legs. I want to stop him—at least, I tell myself that. Because I want to believe it. But I’m justifying what’s happening in so many ways right now, there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m going to stop him.
I’m rationalizing. I’m in full-on justification mode. Telling myself that it’s been Paul all along. He’s been in Ryet’s head every time we’ve had sex. Every time we’ve done anything.
I’m his. I belong to Paul, not Ryet.
And I’m so disgusted with myself that I let him get to me like this. That I’m believing his lies.
Except they’re not lies. It’s true.
I am Paul’s. Ryet is Paul’s. This game we’re playing isn’t ours and this moment right here is destiny. It’s what we were made for. I’m going to die if this ritual between me and the bloodbrothers doesn’t happen. And that death might actually be worse than death.
But the real reason this is happening is because… I like it.
I want to be with Paul. And I want to be with Ryet. Josep, I’m not sure about, but even if I didn’t want him, it’s not enough to stop me now.
This is the only thing that matters, really. I can blame Paul all I want, I can justify and find all kinds of completely true reasons that explain my behavior.
But in the end, this is my choice.
“Are you ready?” I open my eyes and find Paul’s face hovering over mine. Then I am drawn to movement at the end of the bed. Ryet and another man—Josep—are clinging to each other in a tight embrace. Ryet’s mouth on Josep’s neck. Josep’s mouth on Ryet’s neck. Drinking each other at the same time. But it’s more than that. They are naked, and hard, and grinding into each other. Moaning, blood dripping out of their mouths. Snarling and growling like animals. Josep has Ryet’s cock in his hand, fisting it tight. And Ryet’s hand is pumping up and down Josep’s shaft.
It’s unrestrained lust.
It’s evil desires.
And I can’t. Stop. Watching.
Josep pulls back from Ryet’s neck, blood dripping down his face. He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He is Ryet times a hundred. He is Paul times a thousand. And it takes every bit of self-control I have not to beckon him into my bed with a finger.
Paul wipes my sweaty hair away from my face. He has stopped drinking me and the craving I have for blood—all the blood—suddenly takes over.
Josep and I lock eyes. His are black. Nothing but pits. And this should terrify me, but it doesn’t. It makes me crave himmore. He sticks his tongue out, wiggling it at me. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, Syrsee?” He fists Ryet’s hair, yanking him off his neck. Ryet is growling and hissing, trying to latch back on. “We have a little bit of time, if that’s how you want to spend it.”
I’m lost. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t really understand what he’s talking about.Time?
But I don’t care, either. I say, “Yes. Come here.” And then he’s dragging Ryet to the bed with him. Crawling up between my legs. Paul spreads them open for Josep, Ryet is back to drinking, making animal noises as he sucks the blood from Josep.
I’m focused on Josep too. Because he’s smiling like an evil demon as he flicks his tongue back and forth, teasing me for a few seconds. Making me agonize with the anticipation.
And then, when the tip of his tongue glides over my pussy, Paul’s neck is pressing against my lips. I bite into the skin and Paul starts to moan as the blood rushes out of the ragged wound I just made.
It’s hot, and sweet, and I can’t get enough. I swallow it down in gulps as Josep slides his mouth over to the inside of my leg. I know it’s coming and when his teeth sink into the tender skin of my inner thigh, I am so overwhelmed with hunger, I nearly attack Paul. My teeth snapping at his shoulder, his neck, any part of his body that gets close enough.
Then his mouth is covering mine. Biting me as I bite him, our bloody lips connected now.
Josep slides out from between my legs, lying on the opposite side of me.
It’s like it was that night Paul was draining me. Him on one side, Ryet on the other.
But this time I’m between Paul and Josep and that’s when I realize that they are opening my legs and Ryet is scooting up between them.
I open my eyes to watch him.
And then, finally,I scream.
