Page 17 of Summoned

Right before I go to unlock the door, it opens from the other side, and out comes Noah. My boy toy’s best friend. I narrow my eyes on his face, but he looks distraught. It’s now that I realizethat they probably just found out about Maria. So I let him walk past me and immediately push my way into the dorm room.

Jeremiah is sitting down in the chair right in front of the desk at the corner of the room, his head in his hands. His shoulders are shaking, and for once I don’t feel like strangling a human for crying. Maybe it’s because I know he’s not weak. Or maybe it’s because now I am. I’m weak forhim. And I’m powerless to stop it. To stop myself from feeling this way for him. After all this time, I think I’ve finally found my purpose.He’smy purpose. And that’s dangerous—for both me and him.

“Jeremiah?” I whisper, trying not to spook him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t even fucking breathe. He just sits there with his head in his hands. “Baby, look at me.”

I come to his side, placing my hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles on it. Who the fuck even am I right now? Why the?—

“Can you lie down with me?” Jeremiah whispers, and right now, yes. I’d do just about anything to keep him from sounding like this—so sad, detached. But wasn’t this what I wanted? To break him? Piece by fucking piece? So why then, doesn’t it feel as good as I thought it would? “Kaelin?”

A shiver rolls down my spine at the way he says my name, and I nod quickly. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Come on.”

Slipping off my shoes, I get in bed and wait for Jeremiah to join me. Right before he does, he turns off the light, bathing us in darkness. I’m tempted to show myself to him now more than ever, put myself out of my fucking misery and end this already. Cut it at the roots. Nip it in the bud. But I can’t—and for the fucking life of me, I don’t know why.

“I think—” Jeremiah sniffles, coming to my side, the bed dipping as he lies down with me. He clears his throat and starts over. “I think this was the Ouija Board.”

“What was?” I whisper.

“Maria dying,” he whispers back, and I sigh.

“Come on, baby,” I tell him softly, placatingly. “You can’t actually believe that.” Except why am I gaslighting him right now? Is it for his benefit or is it for mine?

“You don’t understand,” Jeremiah says slowly, and I want to scream at him that I do. That I understand everything. But I don’t. I just stay quiet. “We didn’t say goodbye. You shouldalwayssay goodbye.”

Yes, you should.

Turning my body toward him, I face him. His eyes are red and swollen, his lips chapped. But he’s still such a fucking pretty boy. It’s a good thing he thinks I can’t see him right now.

“My parents are dead, you know,” Jeremiah whispers, and I stiffen. “I don’t have any family left. My friends—they’re my family.”

“You got me now, Jer,” I whisper back, eyes falling closed. I want to slap myself—hard—for even caring this much. For putting myself in this situation to begin with. Stupid, stupid,stupid. How can a mere human make me feel this way? “I can be your family too.”

He nods, and this time, my eyes fly open. “You’ve got me too.”

Before I can say anything else that will compromise my integrity, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss the tip of his nose. It’s wet and salty, but I don’t even care as I pull him into me. And just like that, he falls asleep on my chest. To the beat of my heart—someoneelse’sheart. Yet the same heart that flutters in my chest at the feeling of his hand tightening in mine.

And yeah, just the way I thought earlier.

I’m so fucking fucked.

Ihaven’t left the dorm since yesterday. Finding out that Maria and Candace are dead is really fucking with my head, and I don’t want to chance anything. I just know in my gut that this is the Ouija board’s doing. My friends are as scared as I am, that’s for damn sure. We don’t exactly know what’s going on, but based on how brutal the murders of our friends have been, it’s not farfetched to think that we fucked with something beyond our control.

I just got done talking to Noah, who has agreed to stay in his room as well. The only one we can’t get a hold of is Ian, which is weird because healwaysanswers his phone. But I’m really hoping he’ll contact one of us by the end of the day. Which is approximately in two hours.

Kaelin has been really supportive, even letting me sleep in his bed last night, and this time he didn’t walk out on me in the morning. It was nice, which makes me question why I’ve never allowed myself to let anyone sleep over with me. I’ve never slept in bed with a girl before—or a man, for that matter—but I can’tdeny it was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a very long time. Even if it was on a twin bed.

Now here I am, waiting for some takeout Kaelin ordered for us on DoorDash. He asked me what I wanted, that he’d order my favorite, so we’re eating pasta. I still can’t get over the fact that he makes me call him Kaelin now. Well, I wouldn’t say he’s making me, but it’s still weird that he suggested it in the first place. I thought maybe it was just during sex that first time, but it seems to have stuck, and he hasn’t corrected me. In fact, every time I call him by that name, his eyes light up, which makes me act crazy. Clearly. I’m doing unhinged things with him if the graveyard was any indication.

What the hell possessed me to let him cut me up and fuck me with blood as lube? I don’t really want to think about it—but I loved it, and that scares the absolute shit out of me. The cuts are healing now, they still hurt, but in the moment it felt incredible. Just like he said it would.

Sex with a man has been life changing for me, and I don’t really want to dwell on my sexuality for too long, but if the way I’m falling hard for him is a sign, I’m definitely bisexual. The realization doesn’t scare me as much as I thought it would. At least, not as much as the first time we had sex. I guess that’s what happens when you’re introduced to your prostate. Even so, I can’t deny something with him feels off. Everything I’ve seen is weird, starting with his eyes turning black and the shadows that seem to follow him everywhere. I don’t know if I’m being paranoid and hallucinating this shit, but it’s starting to freak me out. Is everything with him happening too quickly? Is it because I’m vulnerable right now with the deaths of my friends? Or would I still be handing myself over on a silver platter if the circumstances were different?

I can’t deny there’s just something about him that draws me in. Something that fucks me up and blinds me. How is he makingme this stupid? Maybe I’m misreading the situation and he doesn’t feel the same, but I have a feeling this little infatuation is not one sided.

Is he as obsessed with me as I am with him?

I guess there’s really only one way to find out, and that’s to continue offering myself to him. Eventually, he will give me some signal that the feeling is mutual—which I know it has to be. Especially after last night, when I fell asleep with my head over his heart and his fingers threading through my hair.

We’re sitting in bed together right now, naked, after having finished yet another round of the kinkiest sex of my life. Well, we finished an hour ago, but we still haven’t gotten dressed. The lights are off again with only the light in the bathroom on, and he seems to prefer it that way. But I’m not done with him, I’m not even close to done, and I look down at his half-hard cock and smirk. The piercing on the tip glistens with the low lighting, and my mouth waters. What would it feel like to have it deep in my throat? Would his cum taste as good as I think it would?

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