Page 47 of SummerTime Madness
They forget the bodies still twitching behind the vendor tents.
But I don’t.
It’s like I’m living in my own little secret, orchestrating everything. Power is beautiful. I smile. I dance. Because I'm happy. Because it's working.
The DUST.
The spores.
The island.
The hive.
Until I feel it.
A flicker.
A thought that doesn’t belong to me.
Not mine.
Not yet.
My eyes snap open, and for the first time all night–I’m not alone in my head.
And that… that wasn’t part of the fucking plan.
Chapter Seventeen
You always wanted poison
Tate
It felt like a homecoming finally having her between us, slick and panting; body thrumming like a live wire.
Ours.
My tongue moves against hers, slowly at first until our hunger broke through, both demanding–devouring. She tastes like blood and sugar laced with something darker.
Earthy.
The music from the main stage slows down–a remix of Beyonce’s “All Night” curls around us like silk.
My hand fists her hair, pulling her closer to me as I deepen our kiss, slowing her moans, drowning in her taste. From my lust heavy lids, I look up at Chase as his lips drag along the curve of her spine,his hand between her legs as he plays her center like an instrument.
The other…
Well fuck– is on me, jerking me off with the beat. Cordelia moans into my mouth as if she’s giving me her last breath, or maybe her first.
The drugs invade my system, blurring everyone but them. Her body arches against mine, her hips rocking forward into Chase's greedy hand, then back into mine.
She’s so drunk on it–all of it.
It was intoxicating... Watching her let loose.
When she opens her eyes, her eyes glow with a soft, unholy blue before she looks over her shoulder at Chase.
“Don’t stop,” she whines as she rocks harder; her mouth parts, and her knees buckle as we deliver the pleasure she demands.
