Page 82 of The Echo of Forever
He’d done me so good with his tongue the morning before, but wouldn’t touch me afterward unless we were cuddling.
I knew he wanted us to move slowly on my behalf, but I didn’t want that.
“Echo,” I whimpered, turning in his arms. “I want to fuck you.”
He leaned forward and licked my ear.
“Listen closely, my baby. They’ve already started.”
They’ve already…
Moans interrupted my thoughts, and I went to speak, but he cut me off with a kiss that stirred my insides.
“They drugged us,” I whispered while sucking his tongue.
He hummed and turned to press me against the wall. I instinctively arched into him.
“Not so much that we don’t know what we’re doing,” he said, stroking the length of my throat. “You know the people behind us are doing far more than we are, right, baby?”
I nodded but didn’t care.
“That means you won’t touch me if I ask you to?”
Snap out of it, Forever.
“Your wants are my needs,” he replied, forehead and nose connected to mine. “Just say the word.”
It was on the tip of my tongue, but a siren sounding had us both standing at attention.
“Please proceed to the garden.”
Those moans of pleasure had now turned into panicked conversation. Once outside, I understood why anxiety had heightened. They were separating us, pulling sets of two from the crowd as we migrated toward the garden.
Demetrius and I were allowed access, which told me either we’d done something right or his long-lost family was cheating the game.
Whatever went on in that room had been a test, and some failed. Probably the couples who went too far.
The fuck was this?
“How’s your head?”
I blinked and glanced at him.
“For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel any pain.”
It was exhilarating, and that terrified me for some odd reason. My life was beginning to feel like a simulation, like someone was controlling my story and none of this was actually my choice.
Buthehad to be.
I knew in my heart that Demetrius was the one choice I made just for me. And here I was making it again.
“Reunited with the greens and reds,” he muttered, pulling me out of my head and into the moment. “There are fewer of them, too.”
The whole experience so far had me paranoid. Eyes were on our every move.
I wasn’t sure, but it all felt like an initiation of some kind. Not an orgy disguised as a prayer party like Kai made it out to be.
Were they recruiting us?
