Page 267 of Ominous: Part 1
“Stop running your stupid fucking mouth.” Eden’s words are low, I can barely hear her over the music. “Turn On The Lights.”“And stop telling Dom to try and fuck me. I don’t want to play your sick games.” She yanks harder on Luna’s lip, and Luna squeals just as my eyes narrow.
For the first time since Eden came up here, I’m something other than turned on.
“I don’t want him.And Eli is fucking mine.”She releases Luna, stepping back into me. Instinctively, my arms wrap around her chest, and she tilts her head as Luna watches us, her mouth dropped open.
She makes a low noise, like a muffled scream.
I glance at the blade on the floor.
She does too.
And without another word, her hands clenched into fists, she storms off.
For a moment, we wait, then we feel the house shake as Luna slams the door closed.
Neither of us speak, music still playing loudly in the background. “Last Time I Checked,” but I’m not exactly focused on the song.
“She told Dom to try and fuck you—”
“Whythe fuckwould you let her touch you like that?” She spins in my arms after Luna is gone, lifting her chin to glare at me, cutting off my words.
I arch a brow, thinking of ripping Dominic’s fucking throat out. “Did he touch you?”
She rolls her eyes, and without looking away from me, she reaches a finger up to my chest, pressing against the place she cut me.
My jaw tightens, but I don’t speak as the sharp, brief pain lights through me.
Slowly, she flips her hand, and between us, we both see blood on her skin.
Her lips curve into a smile. “You let her do that again,” she says softly, bringing her hand to her mouth, then pushing the tip of her finger between her lips and sucking my blood off as she sweeps her eyes up to mine and I feel like I’m going to pass out. She pulls her finger from her mouth, tugging down her bottom lip, eyes still on mine. “It’s going to be Dom’s blood I taste.”
A second passes.
Another.
A third.
Then I’m hauling her up, spinning her around and setting her on the counter. The glass ashtray hits the floor, splintering to pieces. I don’t give a fuck.
I’m grabbing her ass, pulling her to the edge of the counter.
She drags her nails down my chest, over where she cut me. It stings, and I like it.
I push down my sweats and my boxers, circling myself as she widens her thighs, wrapping her legs around me. I knot my fingers in her hair, yanking her head down, her chin lifted as she looks at me, her fingers drifting over my abs, causing my muscles to jump, until she’s grabbing my dick, too, pulling me toward her.
“You put your hands on him, I’ll fucking cut his off.”
“What would you have let her do?” she counters as she moves her hand to pull aside her swimsuit and I push against her tight entrance, a moan at the end of her question, her eyes closing, only for a moment. The single sign of weakness from her in this moment, it feels like a goddamn victory.
I grab her face with both hands, and she shifts on the counter, desperate for me. She’s so hot and fucking wet and she grips my biceps, nails in my skin, owning me.
“Nothing,”I tell her honestly, mouth over hers, my eyes locked on her own. The scent of chlorine and weed andheris strong between us.
“You weren’t stopping her—”
I kiss her, biting her bottom lip, my tongue clashing with hers. My fingers are over her throat, and I press into the tendons there, stealing her breath, but she doesn’t stop kissing me, attacking me as I push into her, and she moans.
“Eli, don’t lie to me, baby.”Her words are in my mouth.
