Page 112 of Unravel

Hehangs his head. “Isuppose not.Yet, everything else in my life is a bending of my will to their own, with the fear ofGodifIshould stray.”

Iunderstand now.

Islide my fingers up his arm, willing away the sleeves of his shirt and coat soIcan continue touching his skin, keeping our contact.Snowflakesfall and rest in suspension on the fine hair of his forearm.

Istep closer and breathe against his ear. “Takenby surprise, told what to do, forced to submit your body to another so that you don’t have to take responsibility for enjoying it, wanting it.Lettinghim use your body for pleasure”

Heshivers and his breath trembles. “Yes, fuck yes!”

“Leaninto your needs,Evan.”

Helays his forehead on my shoulder, knocking his hat to the snow.

“You’llfind freedom there.”

Iwrap a hand around the nape of his neck. “Butyou must be very, very careful.Somany will want to take advantage, and you’re young and naïve.”

“Areyou taking advantage of me?” he asks.

“Wouldyou believe me ifItold youIwasn’t?I’maPhayed, it’s whatIwas born to do.”

“HowamIsupposed to deal with this?”Hisfist slams to his chest.

“Onlytrust these desires to someone who loves you,”Iadvise.

“Buthe won’t understand, andRachel…Idon’t want to scare her with more of my dark tendencies.”

Ismile and embrace him fully.Somuch snow is falling thatIcan see nothing beyond his shoulder. “Lovetrumps fear.Loveguides and opens hearts.Yourdarkness will entwine with their light and love, and the three of you will find unity and become one.Whoknows, maybeLukeis grappling with the desire to be controlling and forceful.”

“Buthe is so good, good to his bones.”

“Soare you,Evan, to your bones.”

“Wouldyou?” he asks.

Thedreamscape is now this hotel room.Iam flattered he feels safe with me, but it is coerced, a safety created by my removal of his fear.

“Iam not your person, or lover,Evan.Iam not the one you truly need to share this desire.”

He’scrying now, andIfeel the dream is too much for him.Tocomfort him,Imorph intoLuke, and he melts against me.Mydeception is abhorrent, butIdon’t know what else to do for him.Myconflicting emotions of jealousy and sympathy are making it difficult to control myself.

“Wakeup,”Iwhisper.It’stimeIlet go of his emotions, and he faces his reality.

Hisfists tighten around my hips.We’renaked now.Godhow he loves and needsLuke!Likea thief,Itaste and lick at his love.Therelies the addiction.Icould suck on that emotion forever.Ifonly he knew howIlong to feel this love within my own heart, asmyemotion, andnotsomeone else’s.

Ifucking tear into the juicy, succulent flavor.

“Luke?Whatare you doing to me?”

Hewants to be controlled, thenI’llcontrol him.I’llbe damned ifI’mgiving up the opportunity to feed on such a pure emotion in its rarest form.Iflip him beneath me.We’rein the snow again, but still naked.Igrip his neck with my teeth and feed while sliding my skin along his soIcan take more.Atfirst,Ifeel his arousal, but then it turns to fear.Withthe fear, he realizesI’mnotLuke.

“Stopit!” he yells.

Iopen my eyes to findEvankneeling on the bed in the dim morning light.Hishand slaps to his neck.

“Whatwere you doing to me?”

Isquint at him and stretch nonchalantly as ifIwas not involved in everything he was just feeling.

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