Page 43 of The Vampire Oracle

Psalm’s mouth parted, and I wish I didn’t say that, though I meant it. She drove me insane, her smell, her voice. Her.

I stood, moving from the gym and swiping up my shirt on the way out. Passing the kitchen, I saw Kier looking at his phone as he ate cereal. His dark eyes moved to me, and he smirked.

If only it was just me and him, I would beat his fucking ass.

Ignoring him, I moved up the stairs to my guest room. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had been watching me in my room. Then they would know how many times I came thinking about Psalm.

I moved to the bathroom, feeling my erection painfully throb. Just the thought of her had my cock stirring. I had been with other people, and I imagined it was her every time.

My hand rubbed my dick through my shorts, feeling it throb. I needed a release.

I was pressed so close to her, smelling the sweat and soap she used. Her nipple bars could be seen through her shirt, and I wondered how many men had the privilege of seeing them.

Defiantly not Kier.

My finger wrapped around my dick, and I rubbed my palm against it. It didn’t feel the greatest, not as good as I would feel inside of her. I swore the moment I was inside of her wet, tight pussy, I’d be coming. I would gladly be two pumps and done just to get a taste of her.

The way she was moaning for them would be how she would for me. The way her breast would bounce as I fucked her hard.

A moan escaped me as I grabbed the sink. My hips were thrusting, finding a rhythm that had my eyes blurring. “Fuck,” I muttered, mouth hanging open.

God, I would kill to feel any inch of her.

Just to feel her mouth on me, to see her below me. Her eyes locked on mine as I thrust down her throat. She would gag; my cock was thick and long.

She would love that, I’d imagine. She was with multiple men; I doubted she was vanilla. I doubted she would stop me as I painted my cum all over her pretty little face, claiming her as my own.

My mouth opened as I groaned. My cock twitched as I thought about that. This was painful, thinking about her each time I came. Torture. Yet I couldn’t stop myself.

My hips jerked as I finally hit my high. I held back my moans as I thrust and thrust. My cum shot all over the sink, making me hiss and moan. I drained myself, every last drop for her.

The moment I came down from my high, I growled at myself.

I was sick, forever hung up on my childhood best friend. I licked my lips before cleaning up the mess I made. I tried my best not to think about leaving her or even just her. I didn’t need to get hard because the amount of time I came over her these last few days was insane.

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Sal

“Men, am I, right?” Kier’s voice had me looking over my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, moving to grab my stuff.

“Are you done with training?”

My head nodded.

“Who said?”

My eyes snapped to him, lip parting. We both knew I didn’t need the large amount of training he was giving me, but we both also knew how quickly this test was coming.

“Stuff down, Ashbourne,” he ordered, thick arms crossing his chest.

My jaw tightened. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“So, what if your childhood crush rejected you? You have many more men to cry over like me.”

I scoffed. “Crush? I don’t have a crush on Cozen.”

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