Page 74 of Presence

Echo chuckles darkly, his laughter airy and followed by a sharp gasp. My words die in my throat at the sight of his pleasure. It’s clear this performance is all for me—his hot breath forming mist in the cold air, the raw desire in his eyes.

He tilts his head, watching me closely as bad Claire drops to her knees, placing her hands on his pants and looking up for permission to slide them down.

“See how eager she is?” he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress that makes my skin crawl. “She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. No running away, no indecision. She owns it. But you, Clarity? You haven’t even begun to think about what you want.”

I pretend not to understand, but the truth is, I do. I just don’t want to face it. Overstimulated, scared, and jealous, I fight the urge to slap myself, to pinch my cheeks, anything to shock me back to calmness.

But I can’t. I’m tied up and powerless. For the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want. I want Echo to stop touching her.

Bad Claire’s hands move deftly, unbuttoning his pants and slowly easing down the zipper. Her eyes remain locked on his. His lips part as his massive cock springs free. Without hesitation, she leans in, her tongue playfully teasing the tip, coaxing a deep, primal groan from his throat.

It’s the same kind of groan he made when he drank my blood.

Yet, Echo doesn’t look at her. His eyes are locked on mine, burning into my very soul. The other Claire takes him deeper, her lips wrapping around him with a possessiveness that makes my stomach churn.

“Watch, Little Soul,” he commands me, his voice low and dark. “Watch us.”

Her head bobs rhythmically, her movements turning fluid. She moans around him, the sound rippling through the air, catching my breath. His hand tangles in her hair, guiding her, controlling her, taking what he wants. But his eyes are locked on mine. He watches me intently, moaning as he sees my face instead of hers. It should be the same thing, really, but it’s not. Somehow, that makes all the difference.

He pushes into her just as he did me in the woods. I can see the transition in him, from gentle and giving to merciless and taking. He wraps his hand around her hair, plunging so deep that she chokes. But instead of crying, the other Claire makes nasty little sounds of approval between ragged breaths.

She cups his balls with one hand and beckons him to take her. Her other hand goes to her clit, slapping her own pussy mercilessly. She’s brutal with herself. “Wild,“ he said. He was right. This creature is the very essence of the word. She’s pure carnality.

Echo’s shadow slithers higher against my legs, teasing the edges of my thighs, brushing against my clit. It’s wrong. It’s fucked up. It also makes me shudder among my welling tears.

“Look at this beauty,” Echo commands. “She doesn’t hold back.” His eyes narrow to tiny slits. “You want a deal with me, Clarity? Deals go both ways. Something for something. Tit for tat.”

My heart races, pounding against my ribcage violently. What does he want from me?

My eyes follow the movement of the demonic Claire. Her movements are so uncontrolled. Completely unhinged. And just when the first stray tear runs along my cheek, Echo suddenly becomes tender, gently patting her hair

“Enough,” he says, pulling her away a moment later, his cock glistening and throbbing. He smiles as she pouts, whimpers of protest coming from her salivated mouth.

“Mm, not yet,” she pleads. “I want more. Please.”

Her desperate whimpers and begging for more only make me feel more dread, but a part of me envies her ability to let go. It must be so freeing to feel that way. Does she even worry? Does she even know what anxiety is?

“What is it that you want?” Echo asks, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes it feel like he’s speaking to me. But before I can respond, bad Claire answers instead.

“I want you in my ass, baby,” she purrs, her voice a blend of demonic hiss and sultry allure. My head spins. I watch as she turns on the floor, dropping to her elbows and sticking her ass in the air without a care in the world. She smiles, sharp teeth grazing her moving tongue that rolls around her lips.

For the first time, Echo’s gaze breaks away from mine, his eyes now gleaming with dark amusement as they land on the other Claire. He steps forward, positioning himself behind her. His hand trails down her back in a possessive caress, making her hips wiggle in anticipation, utterly shameless.

My eyes narrow at the way her spine curves. She’s like a damn snake, looking like there are no bones in her body, only fluidity and seamless flow.

Even if I wanted to, I’d never be like her.

I don’t have such sharp teeth, claws for fingers, or a perky and round ass. We might share our names and faces, but we’re completely different people. We must be.

I watch with my heart pounding as Echo tears off her pure white pants. The fabric shreds like paper, and then his cock, slick with her saliva, presses against her entrance. She moans in anticipation, her body arching toward him.

“Yes, Echo,” she breathes out in short, desperate gasps. “Enter me. Enter me now!”

He licks his lips and glances at me.

“Didn’t I tell you, little one, that we need lube for ass play?” he asks, his tone mocking. Her needy whimpers fill the air as she rubs herself against him regardless. “We don’t have any here.”

“Blood,” she whimpers. “Take my blood.”

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