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Claudia’s legs aren’t working anymore. Her nails scrape down the tiles. I’m the only thing holding her upright, but still I won’t let her escape. Her screams become one long orgasm, her pussy clenching around me, squeezing me. She got her wish in the end – she’s the one fucking me, tearing my pleasure from me no matter how much I resist.
“Noah…” my name falls from her lips again and again and again as she loses herself completely. Her eyes are feral, glaring at me as if she’s deciding whether I’d taste better raw and bloody or fried with cheese and jalapeños.
“It’s payback time,” I whisper as I slide my finger into her ass.
Now I thrust.
I buck my hips back and drive into her, slamming her clit into the faucet as my finger moves past the ring of muscle and deeper inside her. I still remember her evil laugh from the panic room as she did the same thing to me, and at the time I hated how much I loved it, how well she knew what would drive me wild. No girl had ever done that before – I was always the one calling the shots.
And even though I’ve reduced her to a gibbering mess of sobs and screams, as I pound into her, my cock quivering with the delicious pain of resisting her, I know I’m not in control now. Far fucking from it.
This is so so wrong, and so so right.
When the monster inside me finally wins the battle and I explode inside her, I go blind. My vision blanks and white lights dance across my eyes. There’s a moment where I lose myself completely. I’m nothing but pain and light and pleasure and Claudia, and I love it. I never want to wake up.
The pleasure ebbs.
The world spins.
I open my eyes. I’m on the bottom of the shower, smushed up against the glass with my legs splayed out in a most undignified position. Claudia stands over me, hands on her hips.
She slaps my cheek. “You’re a fucking bastard, Noah Marlowe.”
The sting is exquisite. I reel, but she grabs my neck and thrusts her tongue in my mouth. She reaches above her head and removes the spray head from its hook. Light flickers in her ice-cold eyes, and I know I’m in trouble.
I’m completely under her spell.
Gabriel
I wake up in hell.
That’s the only logical explanation. I’m boiling hot, tiny demons are sticking pitchforks in my temples, and I’m fairly certain the Devil himself kneels on my chest, slapping my cheeks with a wet fish.
I open my eyes, half expecting to see Lucifer himself leering down at me. What I see is a thousand times better. Or worse, depending on perspective.
Claudia looms over me, wearing only an old Octavia’s Ruin tour t-shirt, her homecoming crown, and an expression of extreme agitation. She leans down and slaps me across the cheek. No wet fish, just the cool sting of her skin against mine.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Gabriel Fallen.”
I try to speak, but my tongue has grown a layer of fur. I kick my legs to crawl out of the sheets, but my limbs have turned into tentacles overnight. All I manage is to kind of slither around in my own filth.
I’m completely fucked up. In more ways than one.
“I bet I smell like a peach,” I mumble. Words hurt.
“You smell like the vomit I just saved you from swallowing. Consider this a royal edict – you’re going to drag your ass to the shower and think about the fact that while you were passed out in your own puke Noah screwed me senseless in there. Like, seriously, what other possible use do you have for all those nozzles? Fuck me dead, that was amazing.” She tosses her golden hair over her shoulder. “But first, you’re going to make yourself presentable, then you and I are going to have a little chat.”
I groan. Foggy memories swirl around in my head. The homecoming dance. Making Claudia come while Dorien and his band played. I had such plans for us once we got back to our place. I even have some new toys I bought for the occasion laid out on my bed.
But then I got that email, and I…
I messed everything up. Again.
SLAP.
Claudia hits my cheek again, pulling me back from my dark thoughts. “Owwwwwie.”
“Did you even know how much trouble we had sneaking you out of that party last night? Noah slid down a fireman’s pole with you over his shoulders. It was quite spectacular.” She plucks her phone from her pocket and scrolls through her feed. “Luckily, it seems to have paid off. No photos of you crying or acting like a complete fool have reached the internet, although there’s a delightful video of you chugging mead from a Viking horn that’s been retweeted by your fan page, but I figure that’s just a normal Saturday night for Gabriel Fallen.”
“I…” I lean forward to try to catch a glimpse of the video, but the demons in my brain have other ideas. I fall back against the sofa, clutching my head. “Ow, ow, ow, little pitchfork wankers.”
“Shower. Now.”
I roll out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. Claudia has already laid out clothes for me, so all I have to do is step under the water. I turn the temperature ice-cold, partly because I need to wake up and partly because thinking about what Claudia and Noah did in here makes my dick hard. As I run shampoo through my hair I curse myself for missing it.
By the time I’m showered and dressed I feel a million times better. The pitchfork demons make a tactical retreat and I even whistle a little tune as I saunter out to see Claudia again.The tune dies on my lips as I catch sight of her icicle eyes.
