By the time my vision adjusts and I can see what surrounds me, Jacob is curled on himself between me and Damien, his back rising and falling as he struggles to control his breath. His hands rest on the back of the sofa, knuckles white from how hard he’s squishing the battered cushion. Jacob’s wrists have healed, but blood drips down the palms of his hands. I desperately want to lick them clean, but I hold back.
He seems so attractive in this very moment that my dick is leaking. I’ve never been this into another man before. My eyes linger on his forearms covered in tattoos, his long soft hair in that messy bun, the shape of his arched spine, and the outline of his muscles underneath the black shirt.
God, I want him so bad . . .
Damien’s eyes are on me, glowing like icy blue fire. His lips tremble, just like mine. The arousal in him is almost palpable in the air—teeth tinged by Jacob’s blood, fangs still extended. The expression of pure bliss on his face makes my mind run wild. In a single second, I imagine doing a million things to him. And they are all wrong.
We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, until he forces his face to turn away. That single gesture feels like being stabbed right in the heart. I want to reach out for him, I want his lips on mine more than anything. Maybe even more than I want Jacob and his burning blood.
Fuck. Fuck! I really want to make this weird.
Jacob sits back on his heels again, taking deep breaths, his eyes glowing light brown with burgundy threads that look like crackling fire. He’s just . . . beautiful. So much so that I have to fight my body into submission. I’m desperate to lunge towards him and pull him into the deepest kiss I’ve ever given. I want to feel his body against mine. I want to do things I’ve never done with another man before.
“It’s fine—we’re fine,” he whispers between faltered breaths.
I sink deeper into the old and distressed sofa. Maybe I don’t want us to be fine. Maybe I want to fuck. Both of them. Right now. I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to unleash the beast within me that is screaming and clawing inside my heart.
But I don’t.
I can’t do that.
With much difficulty, I force myself to stand. The room spins around me as I stumble forward, holding myself up using the back of a chair that creaks like it might collapse under my weight. Those goddamn janky chairs, I hate them.
I’m high as fuck, which I wasn’t anticipating. I snort out a laugh as I pick up the keys of our SUV from the wooden table anddrag myself away from Jacob and Damien. I have to get out of here or I’ll fucking snap.
“Killien?” Jacob still struggles to catch his breath.
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” I collapse against the wall next to the front door, paint peeling against my palms as I barely hold myself up. “I don’t wanna see what’s gonna happen.”
“Nothing is going to happen.” Jacob stands with a bit of difficulty, but he doesn’t stumble. “You’re in no state to be outside.”
“I’ll be fine.” I smile as I reach for the door handle, their faces still spinning like the whole room. “I’ll go for a little drive.”
“Killien—” Jacob comes for me, but I slip through the door before he can catch me. “Stop!”
I try to run towards the car, clinging to the brown bricks of the exterior walls of our house; some of them wiggle and almost fall off. Jacob’s arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me back without much effort.
“No, don’t touch me!” I cringe at how much I like his strong arm holding me. I’m desperately horny, and I wanna lean back against him and grind my ass into his crotch. A thought I’ve never had before.
“Stop, please,” he whispers, reminding me that we’re outside and I shouldn’t be screaming. “You can’t drive high, Killien. Get back inside, please.”
“No—” I break free from his grip, mostly because he’s trying really hard not to press his body against mine. “I can’t. I don’t want to. I’ll fuck up real bad.”
“It’s fine.” He grabs my arm and holds me against the brick wall, keeping me on my feet when I’m about to collapse. “This won’t last long, just come in, please. I can’t let you hurt yourself.”
I snort. “Hurt myself?” I look briefly into his eyes, which have already darkened, unfortunately. My gaze travels to hislips. They’re so freaking kissable. I’m dying to feel them as I lick mine. “I’m gonna really hurt myself if I go back inside.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t let you.” His expression is serious.
He doesn’t stop me when one of my hands lands on his shoulder. What for? I’m not sure if I want to push him away or pull him closer. I want to kiss him. Desperately, hungrily. But he’s Damien’s boyfriend.
“You’re just high, Killien. Don’t worry.” His breath is so sweet it forces my eyes to close. “You can go to bed if you want.”
“And listen to you and Damien fuck? No, thanks.”
“That won’t happen,” he chuckles. “You’re both high, and I promised I wouldn’t let this get weird.”
“And what if I want it to get weird?” I say, before I can even attempt to stop myself.
