Page 44 of Lovers Fate

“You have the most delicious cock,” Dahlia says, joining Vega. They both take turns sucking and deep throating. Drool drips on both of their chins. They each take a turn going deeper and deeper, trying to see who can get me off faster. I grunt, fucking Vega’s face, closing my eyes. A small voice whispers in my head,”What’s your name?”

My eyes pop open; I catch Dahlia’s green eyes full of jealousy as she watches Vega take me deep in her throat.

What the fuck is happening?

I let out a grunt, closing my eyes trying to concentrate. “That’s it, Vega. You’re so good, baby. Take it,” I praise, but a memory filters inside my head, a sexy blond on stage dressed like a clown. I can’t seem to forget her. Athena.

Vega moans on my cock. A surge of heat runs through my veins like feeding gasoline to an already blazing fire. Not from pleasure but from anger. Sweat drips down my neck under my mask.

I thrust hard, causing Vega to hit the wood behind her, pinning her to the wall as I fuck her face savagely. I’m losing control. Vega’s hands grip my thighs, trying to breathe through her nose, but I shove her off.

My chest rises and falls like I’m running a marathon. “Get out,” I growl.

Vega’s light brown eyes lift, and it’s a shade too light.

“What’s wrong?” they both say in unison.

“Jesus, Draco,” Vega croaks, taking a deep breath. “What was that?”

I’m losing my fucking mind.

Dahlia glances between me and Vega like she missed out on something.

I tucked myself away and headed to my trailer to wash them off.

“Where are you going?” Dahlia asks, desperation clouding her voice.

I look over my shoulder, unsatisfied. “To follow the rabbit.”

FIFTEEN

“That was fun,”Rose says with a smile.

“Yeah, if you like to feel your heart jam up your throat,” I respond, then I place my hands over my chest to feel the rapid beating of my heart. “They’re good,” I admit, talking about the actors. “This place isn’t some cheap haunted carnival.”

“It’s one of the best in the country, I think. They say it’s different every year. Different themes. Zombies. Slashers. Chainsaw-wielding masked men going after you.”

“Do you think it’s real?” I ask.

“What, the chainsaws?”

I nod.

“I don’t know. They sound and smell real,” she says, like she’s contemplating. “You could smell the gas, but I don’t think the chain is spinning.”

I smile. “What if they forget?”

“Oops,” she says playfully, and then laughs as a chill runs down my spine.

We make our way to the end of the queue for the next haunted house. This one is the furthest in the park. It’s rightbefore the third circus tent with black-and-white stripes over the top.

The moon hangs low right behind the peak of the tent. The wisps of clouds skirting beneath. I glance at the sign on the house to decipher the house’s theme, but all it says is, Come in and die with me.

“What is this one about?” I ask, to see if she has a clue.

She cranes her neck to see if she could find something that would give it away.”I think it’s life and death. ‘Come and die with me.’ We’re alive, and whatever is in there wants you to die with it.”

A shiver flashes down my spine in anticipation of what I might find. The last one was scary. In one room, a clown sat at a table, devouring the guts of a man. The next room, a clown wielded a real-looking machete like a scene from a horror flick.

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