Page 3 of Summoned

“A man?”

Yes.

“What’s your name?” Maria asks now, seeing as Candace has scooted back from the board. She looks just as freaked out as the rest of us, maybe even worse. Her skin is paler than usual, andher blue eyes are rapidly blinking as if she’s trying to keep tears at bay.

No.

The planchette moves over to the word effortlessly; the spirit refusing to tell us its name. The board begins to shake, and the planchette is now shooting from one side to the other. The roomdefinitelydrops another few degrees, and then the last candle blows out.

My hands begin to tremble, and my eyes stay fixated on the board until the planchette stops moving. “Oh, fuck this shit,” I whisper, but I’m rooted to the spot in fear. I can’t fucking move, or maybe it’s some sort of supernatural force holding me in place. Now that I think of it, I can’t even move my fingers.

What the fuck?

“Name?” Maria asks, her voice shaking now, and she is too—like a goddamn leaf.

Not so brave now, are you?

No.

The spirit says again, refusing to give us its name.

“This is crazy,” I mutter. “Please make this end.”

The object shakes on the board again—on the wordno.

“Okay, okay,” Candace says. “We’re done here.”

No.

I can move now, and I get up, slowly stepping back. Maria grabs the planchette from the board and throws it across the room. The balcony doors slam shut, and the candles flicker back to life. It suddenly feels like it’s ninety degrees in the room, and I continue to walk backward until my back hits the door. Then I turn around and wrap my hand around the knob.

“You don’t want to stay, Jer?” Candace purrs, her words slurring.

“Nah,” I tell her, my voice shaking. “I’m wasted. Rain check?” It’s not a question, more of a statement, as I pull the door openand get the fuck out of the room. There’s no way in hell I’ll be coming back to this house ever again in my life, not after that. Her room is probably haunted now.

I make my way back down the stairs and to the makeshift dance floor, feeling like I need to distract myself for a little while. I find the nearest girl and haul her toward me, her eyes widening for a moment before they settle on my face—and she grins. Her dark hair falls over her shoulder as she turns around, backing her ass up against my dick, and beginning to grind on me. I’m wobbling on my feet, barely able to stand, but I somehow manage to grab her hips and move to the beat of the music.

I never should’ve gone upstairs with them. I should’ve left the moment I saw that creepy fucking board and they began to say “hello.” But something had me frozen to the spot, something unexplainable, and I couldn’t fucking move if I tried, and I did try.

My head feels light as I continue to dance with the nameless girl, and then there’s a warm body at my back, getting closer and closer. I smell the scent of musk and vanilla, and it takes me back to my dorm room. I frown as I look over just to find Sam, my roommate, getting closer until his pelvis is right against my ass. I’ve never been against a train, but this is odd. The guy and I have never really gotten along, yet I can’t deny that as he gets closer to me, his body heat feels… nice.

“No Guidance” by Chris Brown begins to play as he gets even closer until not even a piece of paper could fit between us. His fingers brush against mine. Sparks course through me as he presses the hard ridge of his cock against my ass and begins to move with me. I look at him over my shoulder, at his dilated blue eyes, the smirk on his full lips, and my stomach flips. I don’t know if it’s in excitement or fear. I mean, I’ve never been with a dude before. Is that what he expects of me? I didn’t even know he was gay, and I would’ve never suspected he’d be into me. ButI can’t deny this—what I’m feeling right now—is more electric than anything I’ve felt with a girl.

I face forward once more, trying to focus on the girl in front of me, but his erection against my ass has my cock thickening in my pants. Now, it has a beat of its own, like my heart is literally in my dick. I grind against the girl a little harder, trying to seek some friction and relieve the pressure, but Sam just grinds harder against me and my eyes roll back.

Sam’s lips meet the shell of my ear. “You like that, baby?”

A shiver runs down my spine at his husky voice, and I nod. He slips his hands under my shirt, brushing his fingers against my sides, then toward my pecs. He pinches both nipples, and I moan as he repeats the motion once more. “Yes,” I gasp.

“I know,” he murmurs. “What do I have to do to get you out of here?” Sam bites my earlobe, and when I look over my shoulder at him again, he grins. His shaggy black hair falls over his eyes in perfectly styled curls, and when I look down at his hands over my hips once more, I focus on the skull tattoos on the backs of them. They’re really doing it for me right now, and my balls draw up when he licks my neck.

God fucking damn it.

I need to get out of here like I need fucking air.

So I nod. “Let's go.” He takes a step back and so do I, getting away from the girl. “Thanks for the dance,” I tell her, and she pouts. “I’ll see you around.”

Sam takes a hold of my hand, and I let him, though I look around to see if anyone is paying attention. It’s probably not good for my reputation to be seen holding another guy’s hand, but somehow I don’t give a fuck about that right now. I just can’t wait to get under him. I might even let him take me upstairs to Maria’s room and let him fuck me?—

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