Page 5 of Sick Like Me

His breath is hot down my neck, but the eruption of lava heat licking my core where his thick cock strokes a fire inside of me has me unable to focus on his face. Even as my eyes are wide open on his, my head spinning with ecstasy, I manage to wriggle a hand up between our connected bodies, my other clawing into the muscles of his back, and slap him across the face so hard it makes even my teeth rattle as his head snaps to the side.

Still, his thrusts never falter, his pale cheek burning bright, the shape of my hand quickly reddening his face. Slowly, his head turns back to me, his eyes on mine even before he’s fully facing me again.

“You’re finally playing the game, Ostara?” he asks with a slow stretching smirk, his voice like a bitter slap to my own face.

He circles his hips, grinding into me before he draws himself almost all the way and drops his gaze between us.

The sharp suction of air he inhales startles me, making me clench up around his tip even tighter, making him grunt, but he’s not looking up at me as he stills completely. That has me dropping my gaze too, his silence.

Moonlight breaks through the canopy of branches overhead just enough that we’re both able to see the veiny length of his thick cock streaked with red. He’s so still for a moment, it reminds me of looking in a mirror, when I’m trying to come back to myself, grasp hold of reality, murder my vacant stare. And I wonder how to bring him back.

To this moment.

To me.

It feels frighteningly important that he’s as present in this as I am.

This indiscretion that can only end one way.

Death.

Blood is the only thing that brings me back when I forget myself, but I have no blade, no dagger, no knife.

Reaching down between us, my other hand curling in the roots of his dark chocolate coloured hair, I swipe two fingers down the long length of his cock, tip still nestled inside of me, gathering the evidence of our hedonistic joining, and smear the bloody digits over his mouth.

Sharply, he sucks in air again, his gaze snapping up to meet mine as I push my fingers between his teeth, sliding them to the very back of his tongue, until his throat clenches around the tips of them with a gag. Cal’s fingers clamp down on my wrist, and I think he’s going to shove me away, drop me and run for the hills. Instead, he holds me to him, sucking on the taste of us, of my virginity, my need. His teeth bite down on my knuckles at the same time he plunges his way back inside me.

Spikes of pleasure crash through me and I cry out, my head thudding back once more as Cal picks up the pace, spits out myfingers, and thumbs my clit. My grip tightens in his hair, nails clawing into his scalp, my other hand curling around the side of his neck, my thumb pressing too hard against his Adam’s apple.

“You took my kill,” Caelus grits out, his voice hoarse where I apply more pressure to his throat. “Now you’re paying for it,” he grunts, my back scraping and snagging on the rough bark of the tree. “How’s that feel, Oz? Knowing you gave up your virginity to your enemy in exchange for an easy kill?”

He stares at me, his cock like a steel rod of fire pounding into me. Hazel eyes freckled with deep, dark green smirk up at me as he pinches my clit, and I detonate around his still thrusting cock. A cry rips up my throat, my grip on his hair tearing him closer until his lips are wrapped around my pulse point and he’s groaning against my skin, the vibration rocking through my skeleton and rotting in my marrow.

My cunt clenches around him, little spasms of pleasure rippling up from the base of my spine and settling in the crown of my head, forcing stars to shoot across my eyes, distorting my view of his perfect face with spots of black.

He’s panting when his bite leaves my throat, red staining his perfect teeth as he smiles up at me.

“How was that, Ostara?”

His mouth tips up on one side, his head beginning to cant, so I release my hold on his hair, let my legs drop down from his back, and lift myself up and off of his cock.

When he releases his hold on me, letting my feet slowly sink to the ground, I reply, “Fine,” and scoop down to grab my sweatshirt, tugging it over my head.

Caelus doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and I keep my eyes down as I flick my blonde hair out of the collar.

“Fine?” he snarls at my back as I turn away from him, my head lifting just enough that I can flick my eyes to the top of their lids and see the moon breaking through the trees once more.

“You need to come with me for the antidote,” I tell him quietly over my shoulder without looking back, even if it’s only residual, it could be enough to kill him slowly. “Unless you really do want to die.”

He is silent as I begin to walk away, his warm cum seeping out of me and wetting the inside of my thighs, my leggings torn, underwear shredded. Heart clattering like an uncoordinated brass band inside my chest, I fight off the cold feeling cloaking me once again. Caelus’ warmth disappears, slipping off of my skin like water as I continue stepping further away. It makes something inside of me hurt, more than the ache between my thighs, the muscle cramp in my belly. I ignore it all, even as it makes me wonder, as I wander through the firs and the pines, about death, if, like me, that’s exactly what he wants.

Chapter 3

Caelus

It’s not usually something I think about.

Someone touching a girl that doesn’t belong to me.

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