Page 4 of Volik

Somewhere in the building, a door slams open, startling me. And before I can laugh it off, a vibration reverberates through the floor.

Is this an earthquake?

I brace a hand on the counter.

Did the fates bring me here just to die?

The sound comes again. Rhythmically.

Swallowing, I keep my grip on the counter as I turn to face the closed office door behind me.

The vibrations continue. Getting stronger. Louder.

And I think it’s… footsteps.

Heavy, shake the building around us, footsteps.

It’s Monday morning. There are plenty of people already on campus. I heard voices coming from other admin offices as I walked to this office. If something scary was happening, people would be screaming. Jenny would be reacting.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Whoever is coming down the hall…

My pulse pounds at the base of my throat.

Whatever is coming down the hall…

My fingers tighten against the wood.

Why does it feel like they’re coming for me?

Like they’re here just for me?

Each step vibrates from the floor, through the bottom of my feet, up my legs…

My cheeks heat.

The vibrations… they’re… I clench my thighs.

Oh goddess. Why do I feel it there?

The heat in my face slithers down my throat to my stomach.

Then lower.

And when the sensations meet, the heat and the vibrations combine, turning my insides molten.

Lust and desire cloud my vision.

I feel… empty.

I squeeze my legs together, harder.

The sensations are too much.

Too unfamiliar.

I can feel the wetness forming in my core.