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She’s squeezing my cock, coppery blood and salty tears on my tongue, and it feels fucking good.
It doesn’t feel nearly so good when I’m Luka again.
It happens a little bit at first, then all at once. My head feels like someone hit me with a hammer as I try to get my bearings. I’m cold, cold…but there’s something warm against me, around me.
Fuck, fuck—
My heart’s a jackhammer in my chest as I open my eyes, getting a faceful of silver-blonde hair. I’m still inside Aisling, our bodies a tangled mess of sweat and spent desire. The room’s just four walls of cold, hard reality. No softness, no warmth, except her.
“Shit,” I breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.
Aisling stirs beside me, her breath uneven. “You’re finally back?”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “How…fuck.”
I can’t extract myself from her, and she still feels so fucking good that I could spend another few hours fucking her. The scary part is that I don’t remember how I got like this; the last thing I knew, I was strapped to a mad scientist’s examination table, foggy but still lucid.
Not like this.
I touch her tentatively, as if my cock isn’t inside her. My hand clasps her shoulder and Aisling jerks slightly, and it makes me wish I was dead.
I did something awful to her.
“It’s not your fault,” she says, like she can read my thoughts. “They dosed you with a new version of their fucking drug and you turned into…you turned into something else.”
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I told you it’s not your fault.”
We both go silent. I don’t think she wants me touching her, but my knot is still locked inside her and I can’t seem to get it to release either of us.
These people have taken something sacred and made it profane.
“Listen.” Her hand finds mine, grip tight. “We need a plan.”
“Agreed,” I murmur into her hair. My eyes dart up toward the clear plexiglass wall, where a guard is sitting at a desk just beyond the wall, totally uncaring that we’re even awake.
Show’s over.
Everyone went home.
But that doesn’t mean I see an escape hatch.
“If we can get out of the cell, then we can get to the boats,” I whisper. “I know the way. Have it mapped out in my head.”
“If we can get out of the cell,“ she echoes, voice hollow.
“You don’t think we can?”
“Luka…they always knew,” she whispers. “They knew what you were up to the whole time.”
“I doubt that,” I say. “It’s all part of their game; they would have stopped me earlier if they’d known I was feeding information to Rook. How long has it been?”
How long have we been like this? How long have I been assaulting you over and over…
I want to throw up. Need to escape but can’t get away.
“Three days,” Aisling whispers.
