Page 60 of Ominous: Part 1
Dominic snorts, clearing his nostrils, then his throat with a low cough. The sounds remind me of Sebastian, which makes me feel both uneasy and oddly comfortable, all at once.
A grin stretches my face as my pulse thuds fast with my nerves, but the smile is still pulling at my cheeks, and I see Eli arch a brow as he looks at me, smirking, too.
“Water isn’t gonna do shit,” Dom says from behind me. “Here, drink this.”
I glance over my shoulder, and he’s by the mini fridge on the opposite side of the room, grabbing a red sports drink and holding it up. He saunters back to the dresser, sets the drink down, and he must have snatched the baggie from the bed because it’s between his fingers now. I was so enraptured with Eli, I didn’t even notice. I look back at him, the thief of all my attention, the source of too many feelings.
My throat feels a little tight and I bring my fingers to it, over my necklaces as I gaze at Eli’s choker, my pulse flying.
Forgoing the water, because the taste is not fantastic in the back of my throat, I exhale and turn from him and take the few steps to the dresser, grabbing the cold sports drink as Dom sinks to his knees again, blowing another line, then slipping his white-dusted credit card back into the top drawer of his dresser.
I twist off the cap and down a few gulps. It’s cold and tastes vaguely of cherries. It helps dull the Aspirin-like residue hung up in my throat.
When I twist on the cap and set the drink down, I lean back against the dresser, turning to face Eli. “Get back over here,” he says, water between his thighs once more.
My body buzzes with adrenaline, but I shake my head, teasing him because he fucking teased me.
Dominic coughs, then snorts, then snorts again. He murmurs something under his breath, like,“Shit.”
It makes me laugh. “Try some,” I tell Eli.
Dominic clears his throat. “Can’t,” he says, his words excited even as his tone is hoarse. “No more.”
I don’t know how much I did, but I already want more. The warmth in my chest is growing, and I feel bolder, more alert, more… social.Sexual.
“I’m going to eat you alive when I get you alone.”
“Eden.” Eli’s voice is mild. “Come sit in my lap.” His chest rises and falls a little faster than usual. His only tell.
Of what?
He doesn’t look angry. But I drop my gaze, and the numbness of my face fades to heat as I see how hard he is.
Shit. I thought he didn’t want me, but he’s just really good at foreplay.I grip the dresser tighter, my fingers sweaty.
Before I can decide what I want to do, the door bursts open, thudding against the wall.
All three of us look toward Luna, bracketed by the red lights from the darkness of the party.
It’s only grown louder, and I see a mass of bodies behind Luna, most faced away from us, laughing and drinking and dancing.
She glances at me, Dominic, then her gaze is fixed on Eli.
She steps into the room as Dominic laughs and says, “Hello, Luna.”
I bristle, clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, but I don’t speak, and I don’t move.
Luna strides into the room with elegance, her rose gold boots clicking on the dark hardwoods as she swings the door closed behind her and walks over to the bed like she owns this space.
Like she owns Eli.
She sinks down beside him, palms behind her as she crosses one knee over the other and looks up at Eli beside her.
And he’s looking right back.
Something twists in my gut.
“You’re not gonna say shit to me?” Dom asks, and he sounds pissed. “It’s my birthday, and you’re not gonnasay shit to me?”
