Page 15 of Summoned

I moan, the little rocks digging into my back becoming unbearable, but as if he knows how to make it better, he bites my neck hard enough to draw blood. He seems to love it, and right now I don’t want to deny him. Even if I am shaking as fear runs down my spine.

Spreading my legs wider, he starts to rub against my cock with his abs. Every thrust feels like I’m going to free-fall down an impossibly tall cliff, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. But Kaelin hovers over me with a grin, licking his lips.

“Hit me,” he demands, and I frown, then moan embarrassingly loud when he thrusts into my ass just the way I love. “Make it hurt, little human.”

For once, I don’t argue. He’s already hurt me, so tit for tat and all that. I rear my hand back and slap him, the sound ringing in the silence. My palm stings as his head rears to the side, and when he looks back at me, his lip is split open. It mixes with my blood, and I grin. He grins right back at me, fucking me harder, my body shifting on the ground with every thrust.

“Such a good little fuck toy,” Kaelin moans, making my stomach flip. “Are you my little cum slut?”

“Yours,” I groan as he hits my prostate again. “All fucking yours.”

“I know, baby,” he whispers. “Now fuck your fist and come all over yourself so I can lick it off.”

Kaelin’s hand wraps around my neck at the same time my hand wraps around my cock. I speed up my hand as he all butcrushes my windpipe, and my chest burns as I get closer to my release. I stare at his face as it feels like I’m going to die, just for cum to spurt from my cock like a faucet.

There’s a shadow behind him, growing larger and flickering with every thrust of his hips against my ass. Something is fucking wrong, I know it, and his eyes do that thing where they turn black again. But as I feel his cock twitch in my ass, I don’t seem to care. I clench around him, milking his cock, as I finish coming all over my stomach and chest. My vision becomes blurry and white at the edges, and just as I’m about to black the fuck out, he lets go of me.

Collapsing on top of me.

And doing exactly as he promised, licking my cum off my chest.

It was a sunny day earlier, but then the gloom took over quickly after nine in the morning. Once it began to rain, though, I knew it was perfect timing to finish what I’ve started with Candace. Jeremiah and his friends haven’t found out about Maria yet, and now they’re going to get double bad news. That’s me killing two birds with one stone. I should probably feel a little worse than I actually do, considering my little human is quickly becoming my primary source of entertainment. And if there’s one thing I hate admitting, it’s that I don’t want to give him up just yet. I want to continue this little game we’re playing.

I can tell it’s not a game to Jeremiah. If the way he looks at me is any indication, he’s either cum-drunk or falling in love with me. I don’t know what makes me more excited—the possibility of getting to fuck him again, or the possibility of breaking him beyond repair. What I do know, though, is that he’ll let me pick. He’ll let me do whatever I want to him. It’s funny what good sex can do to the human brain—completely alter it and fuck everything up. Which is exactly why I don’tinvolve myself with humans, definitely don’t fuck them, and absolutely don’t treat them the way I’ve been treating him. It’s a dangerous combination, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be just as fucked as he is.

The rain pounds onto the pavement as I walk toward the football field, using Sam’s body to go talk to the girl, and make her feel at ease for all of two seconds before I give her a heart attack and kill her. My shoes are soaked from endless puddles, and I see an army of football players headed in my direction—toward the parking lot. Looking off into the distance, I see a blonde left behind. She’s the only woman among all of them, and they just left her stranded.Pathetic. And here she probably thought they would protect her.

The turf is squishy under my shoes as I step on it, making my way to Candace slowly, as if I have all the time in the world. She may as well be walking in slow motion from how damn unhurried she is, but it’s better this way. Because as I look behind me, I realize that the football players are all piling into cars and driving away.

Perfect.

“Sam?” Candace sounds confused as she stares at me, and I know it’s because someone like Sam would never be seeking her out. Not really. Bad boy playing with the cheerleader? Doubtful. “What are you doing here?”

There’s a moment of silence as we stare at each other, and I don’t know if she can read something on my face, but, nevertheless, she must not like what she sees. She begins to take steps backward, getting further and further away from me. But I just follow her, which makes her eyes widen in fear.

“S-Sam,” she whispers. “Please, please stop.”

I shake my head, continuing to walk toward her as her teeth begin to chatter. She knows something is off. She just doesn’tknow exactly what it is. But she’s definitely smarter than I gave her credit for.

“Not Sam, Candi girl.” I smirk, unveiling my trueform. “Just the one you didn’t say goodbye to.”

Candace screams, her voice breaking, and she begins to run. She’s already so much fun in comparison to Maria. Maybe I should’ve started with her all along, but no, Maria had to go.Allof them do. In due time.

“Candi,” I sing-song. “Where are you going?”

Candace continues to run as I walk slowly behind her, and before she can take her next step, I’m in front of her. Her eyes are wide, lips trembling, as she tries to run past me and toward the ten yard line. It only serves to heighten my anticipation, and I grin as I pull out the knife from Sam’s pocket and flick it open.

Yanking her by her arm, I turn her around and press the blade to the side of her throat. She shakes her head roughly, cutting her skin open with the motion until blood is running toward the neckline of her t-shirt.

“Why?” she shrieks, trying to take a step back, but I’m not letting her.

“Why not?” I grin, and her eyes well up with tears. She’s pathetic—all humans are. Which is exactly why I don’t have patience for them. But her fear? I have all the time in the world for that.

“Why do you want to kill me?”

“Because it’s so much fun, Candace.” My grin widens, and I drag the tip of the knife from her neck to her belly slowly, cutting her shirt open. A trail of blood bubbles up, but it’s not deep. Just deep enough to sting. “And your little boyfriend? Well, he’s mine now. And I’m going to keep him.”

“He would never be with you.”

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